The dry wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, and the gray sky has not a single cloud.
The ground was full of flying sand and rocks, and the cold wind blew through, biting and biting. In the wind, it brought bursts of shallow sounds, like the low moans and cries of the wronged souls. They were like weeping and complaining, going straight into the heart, and chilling the hearts of those who listened. Fear.
Apart from the whining wind, there was no sound in the vast gray world here, and it was eerily quiet.
Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the gray sky.
Like a giant whale spitting water, a slender cyan figure was spit out from the whirlpool.
The girl in Qing Shang, who was wearing a green wood hairpin that looked like jade but not jade, rolled uncontrollably several times in the air and hit the ground. Before it even touched the ground, the girl in Qing Shang twisted around violently. He lifted his waist, abruptly changed direction in mid-air, and fell to the other side.
Lingchu turned over lightly and landed on the ground, raising his head to look at the place where he was about to land.
There, there was a faint black crack that swam away.
There was a trace of cold sweat on the jade-white forehead.
It is really dangerous here, Lingchu secretly thought in his heart, as soon as he entered here, a space crack appeared for him to land. If he landed on the space crack, with Lingchu's cultivation, his body would be torn apart without even taking a breath.
Looking up at the gray sky, and looking around at the empty wasteland with no human habitation and no movement other than the whimpering wind, Lingchu took a breath of air.
This is the ancient battlefield.
White bones are exposed in the wild, thousands of miles away from people.
Desolate, desolate, cold.
Lingchu lowered his head and looked at the white bones half-hidden in the sand and stones of the wasteland, with only a section of white bones exposed. With a flash of inspiration, a pair of translucent snow-white gloves was put on the slender jade hands.
He lightly touched the white bones with his gloved hand, and without exerting any force, the white bones disintegrated in an instant, turning into little white ash and dissipating between the sky and the earth.
It seems to be just the bones of an ordinary monk.
Those who participated in the war between the human and demon clans back then included Foundation Builders, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, and even those above Nascent Soul.
And if these humans or demons don't have any special skills or advanced cultivation, after thousands of years, their bones will have nothing special about them. Once touched, they will dissipate like dust.
If you can find bones that are still intact and will not dissipate in the ancient battlefield, there are only two possibilities. Either they are monks from the ancient human and demon races who have practiced special methods or have advanced cultivation, or they are from the previous batch. The monks entered the ancient battlefield.
No matter what the possibility is, it means that there is a high possibility of good things.
For those with advanced cultivation, the treasures they carry must be extraordinary and have a great chance of lasting for thousands of years. The last batch of monks who entered were only a dozen years old, storage bags and magic weapons, so there is no chance of them being preserved. It's also huge.
There is also the corpse of the demon clan. The demon clan is different from the human race. The cultivator is originally a physical body, and it is not a problem to retain it for thousands of years.
And the corpses of these monsters are still very useful to monks.
The most common use is to refine weapons.
Those who come here are all foundation-building monks. Foundation-building monks can already prepare for the natal magic weapon. In this ancient battlefield, if you can find the corpse of a high-level demon clan and join in when refining the natal magic weapon, But excellent.
However, after batch after batch of disciples came in to search the ancient battlefield, it became increasingly difficult to find treasures.
Lingchu had no hope of finding those high-level corpses as soon as he entered, so Lingchu had no regrets when his bones dissipated into dust.
Wrapping his consciousness within a few meters of his body, Lingchu carefully explored the surrounding space.
When he first entered the ancient battlefield, Lingchu forcibly twisted his waist in mid-air because he noticed the crack in space underneath. The reason why he noticed the crack in space was because Lingchu's spiritual consciousness was outside. That place was crushed.
The space of the ancient battlefield was once shattered due to a great war. Even though it has been restored to some extent now, the entire space is still filled with wandering space cracks. Some of these space cracks are large and some are small. Small, but for the foundation-building monks, these space cracks, without exception, will not only tear apart the physical body, but also crush the spiritual consciousness.
If there is no special magic weapon for detecting space cracks, then the only way for monks to avoid hitting space cracks unknowingly is to release their spiritual consciousness and surround them around them. Once there is a space crack around, the outer space will be released. The consciousness will be crushed.
Although this method consumes spiritual consciousness, at least it is very useful.
As soon as you enter the ancient battlefield, you must immediately release your spiritual consciousness.
This is what the sect has said.
Because there were many monks who entered the ancient battlefield before. When they were just teleported in, before they landed, their bodies were torn apart by the spatial cracks in the ancient battlefield, and their spiritual consciousness was extinguished.
It's true that he died before he left the battlefield.
Moreover, it was very depressing to die.
From then on, all monks who entered the ancient battlefield would be warned several times to pay attention to the cracks in the space as soon as they entered and to release their spiritual consciousness immediately.
Taking out a piece of jet-black jade from the storage bag, Lingchu held the jade in his hand and slowly injected spiritual power. The jet-black jade trembled slightly, and then floated up from the palm of Lingchu's hand.
He stopped for a moment in all four directions of the ancient battlefield, and finally settled on the left side of Lingchu.
Lingchu looked to his left, still seeing endless wasteland with no grass growing and flying sand and rocks.
In the ancient battlefield, there is no difference in scenery. They are all hard wasteland, gray sky, not an inch of vegetation, and bones everywhere.
Even if it is a monk, standing in the ancient battlefield, it is still difficult to distinguish the north, south, and south.
The only difference is the concentration of evil spirits.
This piece of jet-black jade is the evil-seeking stone that the sect distributes to disciples who enter the ancient battlefield. It is used to identify the concentration of evil spirits.
This jade will drift to places with strong evil spirits.
The center of the ancient battlefield is naturally the place with the strongest evil spirit.
It was also the monks who entered the ancient battlefield, looking for a way to the center, and kept walking in the direction of the strong evil aura.
Putting away the jade, Lingchu closed his eyes and started to move around. In his spiritual consciousness, every bit of the evil spirit between heaven and earth appeared, and strands of thick black evil spirit glowed with a faint blood-colored light, flowing between the heaven and the earth.
His spiritual consciousness sensed it in all directions, and sure enough, the evil aura was the thickest in the left-hand direction.
If the evil energy in the other three directions is like a thread, then the evil energy on the left hand side is like a stream.
Opening his eyes, Lingchu put the jade into a small bag on his waist, then hung it on his waist. He relied on the jade and his skills to identify the center of the ancient battlefield.
Divine consciousness surrounds the whole body, not daring to relax at all.
On the barren land, the girl in green clothes was walking on foot, turning corners from time to time, as if there was some obstacle in front of her.
