Dots of auras flickered around her body, and smoke-like blue gauze clothes emerged.
The silver-white translucent gloves on his hands exude a faint light. On his shoulders, a palm-sized glazed lotus flame dances slightly. In his black hair, the nourishing wooden hairpin exudes clear light. On his neck, the soul-fixing pearl flows with white light. .
Lingchu stood in the ancient battlefield, fully armed.
Because there was no wind here, the bones and skeletons burned into white dust by the glazed green lotus fire accumulated a thick layer on the spot.
Lingchu bent down, stretched out his gloved hand, and rummaged among the two piles of white ashes for a while, with a serious look on his face. Then his eyes lit up, and he grabbed two off-white beads the size of fingernails.
As soon as the gray-white bead fell into Lingchu's hand, the life and death energy that had been quiet in his dantian began to boil, and a faint emotion of desire flowed in Lingchu's heart.
This is not because the two qi of life and death in the Dantian have become spiritual. It is simply an instinct of the two qi of life and death to find food. This gray-white bead formed of white bones and skulls seems to be of great benefit to the practice of the "Sutra of Immortality".
Trying to run the "Eternal Life Sutra", the gray-white beads in his hand turned into gray air currents in an instant. In just the blink of an eye, they were absorbed by the two qi of life and death in the Dantian, and then were divided in half by the two qi of life and death. It turned into nothingness, and the energy of life and death that swallowed up the two gray-white beads grew slightly unnoticeably.
One gray-white bead is almost equivalent to one day of Lingchu's daily practice.
Lingchu's clear eyes suddenly brightened like stars, and his gaze was scorching.
He looked up and looked not far away. Although he was moving slowly, he saw dozens of white skeletons walking towards Lingchu step by step. A bright smile bloomed on Lingchu's face. In the sea of consciousness, he was constantly being hit by sound waves. The pain doesn't seem so unbearable anymore.
Those were not bones and skeletons, those were cultivators running towards her!
Lingchu did not expect that the white-bone demon soldiers in this ancient battlefield would be of great benefit to his cultivation.
Lingchu naturally knew what these white bones were.
Before entering the ancient battlefield, the sect will explain a series of dangers that exist in the ancient battlefield one by one.
These bones and skeletons are naturally within the danger range of the explanation.
This bone skeleton, called the Bone Demon Soldier, only appears in the dark night of the ancient battlefield, and disappears without a trace during the day. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you can't find any trace of it.
No one knows how these white-bone demon soldiers appeared, but there is a saying that these white-bone demon soldiers are the souls of the two races of humans and demons who were trapped here after the ancient war between humans and demons. After the space was shattered, they formed a special existence.
Because although this white-bone demon soldier has hard white bones, it does not have any spiritual power in it. It only attacks the monk's spiritual consciousness and moves very slowly. In fact, as long as the spiritual consciousness is protected, it is not harmful.
However, this white bone demon soldier is not afraid of the five elements or the cracks in space. Moreover, if the monk touches the white bones, his consciousness will be burned.
The only things that can hurt the Bone Demon Soldiers are some strange means, such as thunder, strange fire, or the same spiritual attack.
Even if the bone body of the white-bone demon soldier can be shattered, if his spiritual consciousness is not annihilated, the white-bone demon soldier can re-condensate his body.
Immortal.
Therefore, each of the monks who entered the ancient battlefield carried a magic weapon to protect the clarity of their spiritual consciousness, and they would never directly touch the bones with their physical body.
If you are not a monk who practices thunder or possesses strange means, you will naturally need to prepare some magic weapons and talismans that can hurt the bones of the demon soldiers.
This gray-white bead is called a bone bead. After every white-bone demon soldier is eliminated, such a gray-white bone bead will be left behind.
This bone bead is of little use to ordinary monks. There is neither evil spirit nor spiritual power in it, but it is of great benefit to ghost cultivators.
However, in the Eastern Continent, where the five major sects govern, there are very few ghost cultivators active.
Therefore, this bone bead is not taken seriously.
However, in order not to waste it, and since this thing came from such a strange white-bone demon soldier, the major sects did not give up easily. Instead, they researched it and used it to refine the elixir and refine it into a demon bone elixir. The elixir can temper the muscles and bones of monks.
It's not a waste.
Therefore, monks who enter the ancient battlefield will still collect these bone beads. For the monks, they would rather get the wrong ones than let them go.
Maybe, you will be able to discover the purpose of this bone bead in the future, and you will regret it when the time comes, because you will have no place to look for it.
Lingchu felt the vitality of life and death in his Dantian, and a deep smile appeared on his face.
Even if he didn't find the remains of any ancient monks, the endless white-bone demon soldiers alone would make this trip to the ancient battlefield worthwhile for Lingchu.
Looking up at the deep night, Lingchu's eyes were sparkling. Now, she wished that it would be dark all the time on the ancient battlefield. Suddenly, Lingchu thought of the dirt bag she had covered up along the way, and felt a touch of regret in her heart. Come to mind.
No longer staying where he was, Lingchu took the initiative to release his consciousness and walked forward towards the Bone Demon Soldier.
Here I am, cultivation!
Just as Lingchu walked towards the Bone Demon Soldier with excitement on his face, a crack of nothingness appeared in the dark night hundreds of miles away.
Thump thump.
One after another, black figures fell out of the cracks in the void.
Scattered all over the land.
"ah!"
A scream suddenly rang out, and a black figure was silently cut off in mid-air without any warning, and his consciousness was annihilated in an instant.
There were screams one after another.
The screams and countless broken limbs woke up other black figures that fell out.
"Release your spiritual consciousness!" A black figure shouted.
The falling black figures quickly released their consciousness. Following this sound, a few black figures were silently torn apart by space cracks in mid-air.
However, the black figure who was the first to land safely on the ground stepped on a bulging earth bag. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a cold light flashing under his feet in the boundless night. Then, a white bone hand stretched out from the earth bag and grabbed the black figure's ankle.
As a large piece of flesh and blood was taken off, there was an invisible sound wave trembling in the sea of consciousness of the black figure, like a heavy blow to the consciousness, and waves of dull pain hit him.
"ah!"
Another scream sounded.
The black figure who landed first had thick blood flowing from both eyes and ears.
"White Bone Demon Soldiers! Everyone, watch your steps!"
The voice that had just begun to remind people to release their spiritual consciousness shouted again.
After a moment of panic, dozens of black figures gathered tightly together, standing in the night, looking around fearfully.
"We can't stay here forever. The ancestral remains are still waiting for us to find them. They are divided into four groups, each looking for a direction! The place where the ancestors left is not necessarily the place where the evil spirit is strongest."
Xu was the leader of these black figures. The black figure standing at the front said lightly. After finishing his words, the black figures surrounding him did not mean to refute.
Nodding silently, they divided into four groups and left in four directions.
