"They are not ghosts, but soldiers who died on the battlefield countless years ago. After their death, they turned into heroic spirits and stayed here for a long time." At this moment, the ancient saint from the east sighed quietly.
Ye Nan was silent in her heart. She could also see that the shadowy shadows in front of her were completely different from the ghosts and yin soldiers and generals that ordinary people said. They did not have any killing intent, but they looked a bit scary.
But they also noticed that in the depths of this ancient battlefield, there were several groups of unimaginably thick black shadows, like immortal magic mountains, looming and extremely fascinating.
Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, the three of them could clearly sense that one after another cold eyes were sweeping over there. Although there was no hostility, they could still feel the pressure of a giant mountain.
Obviously, in the depths of this mighty ancient battlefield, there were powerful men with unimaginable strength who participated in the battle, and even ended up dying here!
If nothing unexpected happened, the little Golden Crow released by the Ancient Sage from the East was killed by a heroic spirit of this level.
One hundred thousand? million? Ten million?
It is impossible to tell how many people died on this ancient battlefield. The heroes in front of us were so densely packed that it would be no exaggeration to describe it as an endless tide. It is difficult to imagine how tragic a battle it was.
"They want us to continue walking along this path." Ye Nan whispered softly, her eyes flashing.
But in the next second, Ye Nan was slightly startled because she noticed that the face of the evil Taoist priest, who had always been red-faced, was now covered with tears.
"Not good!" The Ancient Saint from the East exclaimed when he saw this. He quickly activated his cultivation, slapped a palm on the wicked Taoist's Heavenly Spirit Cap, and then tapped several meridians on his body with lightning speed. Big hole.
The wicked Taoist priest twitched for a while, and then he held his forehead in great pain as if waking up from a dream: "Master Taoist, I"
"The existence of heroic spirits will affect the field. It is most likely to confuse people's minds and make people mistakenly think that they are the previous lives of heroic spirits, thus losing themselves. Remember to check your spiritual consciousness!" The ancient sage from the East reminded the two of them with a serious look.
"Infinite Fucking Heavenly Lord, Taoist Master, I have been in the tomb for so long, and I actually found my way here!" The wicked Taoist priest soon came to his senses completely. He glared angrily at the endless tide of heroic spirits, and then took out a The yellow Taoist talisman, muttering something in his mouth, stuck to his body with a snap.
Ye Nan used the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique to build up a small world within her body to protect her consciousness from interference from the outside world.
Immediately afterwards, she activated the Yuantian Divine Awareness and discovered that almost all the Yuantian patterns in this world converged on this path, like a golden stream, winding forward.
"Huh?" At this moment, Ye Nan saw something different in these Origin Sky patterns.
They are some tiny particles, different from ordinary gravel and soil. Each particle is blooming with a faint blue light, releasing a hazy mist, but it is much fainter. If it were not for the operation of Yuantian's divine sense, coupled with Ye Nan's keen divine sense, If so, it's really hard to detect.
She flicked her hand, and these tiny particles broke out of the ground, like stars, a haze and mist.
Not long after, a small handful of crystal soil, no more than half the size of the thumb, gathered in Ye Nan's palm.
"This is..." The wicked Taoist priest and the ancient saint from the east looked over in shock.
Ye Nan didn't know what it was, but just a small amount of dirt made her feel an unprecedented vitality, as if it could nourish all things.
She could even feel that the essence of these particles had been lost over the endless years, but they could still maintain this terrifying vitality.
If they were in a complete state, wouldn't these mysterious particles be able to maintain eternal immortality? It’s even more heaven-defying than that divine source!
Ancient Sage Donglai lightly tapped his finger, and then his eyes widened suddenly. He saw countless tiny clouds flying out of the crystal particles, like delicate chains, sinking into Ancient Sage Donglai's body.
He sat down directly on the spot, but after a moment he opened his eyes, and an amazing auspicious color bloomed from them.
"The essence of immortality can extend your life!" The voice of the ancient saint from the east trembled, as if he could not accept this answer.
Throughout the ages, no matter how talented you are, even if you dominate the world, it will never be able to withstand the sword of time. The hero will die in his twilight years, and his red and pink skull will leave you with eternal regrets.
For saints like the Ancient Saint from the East who are approaching their end of life, if anything is the most precious thing in their opinion, it must be time.
At this time, mysterious particles containing the essence of immortality appeared on this mysterious path in the underworld. How could this not make him excited?
"Let me give it a try." The wicked Taoist priest also came forward. He would never be absent from any occasion where a treasure was present.
However, he stared at the small handful of soil in Ye Nan's hand and suddenly stopped moving.
Immediately afterwards, the wicked Taoist priest seemed to suddenly think of something, and exclaimed: "Master Taoist, I remembered it!"
Ye Nan was startled and glared at him, but the latter said while staring at the mysterious soil:
"That was the most thrilling tomb I have ever been to. The remains of three saints were buried in a mysterious soil. However, it was still far from this kind of soil. But the three saints were still buried there. It's a fake corpse, but thanks to their ignorance, I still have some tricks, otherwise I would have died there."
At this moment, the fat Taoist priest took out a classic book from his body: "But Master Tao, I am not without gains."
Ye Nan and the ancient sage from the East looked at the classic book together. It was a fragmented book, missing the title page and last page, and it looked more like it had been torn out of a complete book.
"This is the text from the mythical age." The ancient sage from the east recognized the font on it at a glance.
The wicked Taoist priest nodded and said: "Senior is right. After coming out of the tomb, I searched for experts everywhere and finally figured out the records above."
He swallowed and continued: "In this classic, there is a strange method recorded. To practice this method, you need to bury your body. After endless years, your spiritual wisdom will be regenerated, and then the practice will be considered complete. ."
Ye Nan and the ancient sage from the east were both silent. This method was indeed very strange. It was equivalent to dying once, and would the spiritual intelligence after rebirth be the same as that person's?
".And if you want to make this method perfect, you need to find a kind of legendary soil. They call it all things soil, or burial soil. Its description seems to be completely the same as the soil here. Consistent." The fat Taoist priest said while looking at Ye Nan's palm.
According to him, this technique is too absurd, and the earth of all things, or burial earth, is only something that exists in myths and legends. Even in the age of myths, it was just a myth. No one has ever seen it. In the end, it was suspected by everyone. Made up.
These three saints also decided to join forces because they were about to expire. They finally found a land that was closest to the description of the burial soil and buried themselves there until they were dug out again by the fat Taoist priest. Change.
Obviously, these three saints failed, and the fat Taoist priest speculated that the reason why the soil there was special was because it had been contaminated with the blood of strong men and had undergone some kind of mutation, but compared with the legendary burial soil, it was nothing like that. There is no comparison.
But now, they seemed to have really found the legendary soil quality, and the three of them couldn't help but look at each other.
"Are we approaching something?" the wicked Taoist priest muttered to himself.
Ye Nan was silent and looked around at the heroic spirits. They all pointed in the same direction, as if they were giving guidance or requesting.
Her eyes flashed, and she placed a handful of strange particles in her hand, letting them drift away in the wind.
