The day and night on the ancient battlefield change in an instant.
The glazed green lotus fire was burning a white-bone demon soldier into white ash. A gray-white bone bead fell on the ground. A pair of hands wearing silver-white translucent gloves had just picked up the bone bead.
Before there was time to be happy, the deep night of the ancient battlefield was like the ebb of the tide. The darkness faded in an instant, and a faint light filled the entire ancient battlefield.
The light in his eyes dissipated, and Lingchu looked up at the gray sky that had returned to gray again, as well as the red-black evil spirit that gradually dissipated in his consciousness, feeling extremely reluctant to let go.
As soon as he straightened up, the boundless blue eye sockets and dense white bones and skulls all around him were like weathered sand and stones, disappearing between the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye, blending into the auburn earth.
Oh my god, why is it so bright?
Lingchu sighed secretly in his heart and stared at the auburn land for a few breaths. He sighed on his jade-white face and gave up the idea of digging three feet into the ground.
Within the dantian, a circle of life and death energy grew. Seeing that it would soon merge into a trace of innate pure energy, Lingchu nodded with satisfaction.
Be content and happy.
Think about it, there are still three years left in the next three years, which is more than 10,000 nights.
Although it will take time to solidify and temper, but if you continue to practice at this speed, after three years, it will be possible to build the foundation in the later stages.
Almost in an instant, Lingchu thought about it. There were indeed many opportunities in the ancient battlefield, but they all depended on luck. She asked herself, she was not a lucky darling like Junior Brother Wu Yun. It is better to aimlessly search for the so-called opportunities left by the predecessors. It is better to search randomly during the day. At night, hunting for bone beads and improving your cultivation is the right way.
External things are certainly gratifying, but whether you are a monk or a mortal, only yourself is the most reliable.
The main thing is to improve one's own cultivation. When there are no Bone Demon Soldiers during the day, try your luck.
On the second day after entering the ancient battlefield, Lingchu decided on his strategy for the next three years in the ancient battlefield.
The evil-seeking stone on his waist was floating forward. Lingchu pondered for a moment and then walked towards the place where the evil spirit was strongest.
However, the pace of progress is much slower than on the first day.
Although for Lingchu, at present, the seemingly endless white-bone demon soldiers at night on the ancient battlefield are her biggest opportunity, but this does not prevent Lingchu from looking for other opportunities.
At most, don't participate in random fights.
But if she encounters an opportunity, she will not give up easily.
Outside the ancient battlefield space, above the mountains and sea of clouds.
A vortex of black light floated quietly in the air. Beside the vortex in the void, there were several figures surrounding it, each sitting cross-legged.
When day and night alternate in the ancient battlefield, the outside world is also rising in the east and setting in the west.
It is another scene of golden clouds exaggerating the stratus clouds. The morning sun is vigorous, breaking out from the east, blooming thousands of golden lights, and the sea of clouds is full of broken gold.
The old man with long white eyebrows who was closest to the void vortex suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the west. On his old face, there was a pair of eyes as clear as a child. At this moment, these clear and clean eyes, which seemed to be free from dust, exuded There was a faint aura, and a black and white Tai Chi spirit fish swam in his pupils.
At this glance, it seemed as if he had seen through the winding mountains and rivers, as if he had seen through the endless void.
Falling in an unknown distance.
"Monster clan, let's go in." The white-browed old man said calmly, his voice low and gentle, with a strange power to soothe people's hearts.
Of course, what he said was shocking enough.
The Nascent Soul Lords who were sitting around the vortex in the void were all startled. Some of them reacted quickly, such as Lord Bishui. Hearing this, his eyebrows were slightly frowned. There was a hint of sternness on his graceful face, and his eyes were fixed on his white eyebrows. Old man, "Senior Baimei, what do you mean by this? Isn't there only one entrance to the ancient battlefield?"
When True Lord Bishui finished speaking, the white-browed old man had not yet answered. All the Yuanying True Lords who had come back to their senses frowned and remained silent. Only True Lord Fengting raised his eyebrows and shouted directly, "Senior Baimei, you have long been Got it? Why didn’t you explain it to me in advance!”
The white-browed old man withdrew his gaze, and the black and white spirit fish in his eyes disappeared without a trace. His eyes faded from clarity, and he looked at Zhenjun Fengting with a deep and peaceful look, "I really only know about this matter now, but as early as a few days ago, The old man got an idea by chance, started a divination, and got a hexagram. He knew that during this trip to the ancient battlefield, there would be changes, and these changes would affect the general trend of the Eastern Continent, but he didn't know what the changes were. That’s why I volunteered to escort my disciples to this ancient battlefield.”
"Senior did not prevent this change, but this change is beneficial to our Eastern Continent Immortal Sect?" Zhenjun Yunlan put away the lazy look on his face and said seriously.
The old man with white eyebrows glanced at True Lord Yunlan, but did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and stopped True Lord Qingling who wanted to set up a barrier to isolate the connection between the outside world and this place. "It doesn't hurt to say it." , there is no gain or loss in this hexagram."
"In other words, I don't know whether it's good or bad?" Zhenjun Bishui's delicate brows furrowed even more tightly.
If it is beneficial, it does not matter if the disciples increase some risks.
However, if it is useless and the disciples are lost in vain, especially the disciples who entered the ancient battlefield, they are all the best in the sect, then it would be a pity.
"At least, it's not without gain," the one-armed man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, with a sneer on his lips, "Didn't Senior Baimei say that? The one who went in was the demon clan."
"It seems that the demon clan is about to make a big move." True Lord Yunlan held his chin with one hand, tapped his chin lightly with his long fingers, and continued thoughtfully.
"The general situation in the world is a fight between you and me. Although the demon clan retreats behind the Hundred Thousand Mountains and rules across the mountains from our immortal sect, the demon clan has never been a peaceful race." Chiyang said. Huaiyang Daojun of the sect said coldly, with a cold expression. Speaking of the demon clan, a trace of hatred flashed between his eyebrows.
The white-browed old man took a deep look at True Lord Huaiyang and said, "The demon clan took advantage of the weak space in that abyss and used the ancient battlefield token handed down from the demon clan's ancient times as a guide to open the ancient battlefield while we were waiting. On this occasion, a temporary passage to the ancient battlefield was opened with the help of this method. However, the passage opened by this method is probably full of space cracks. The monster clan that can go in alive and come out alive is probably not even one in ten. Cruel-hearted.”
"The demon clan has no humanity at all." Zhenjun Huaiyang said with ridicule in his tone.
With a flick of the whisk in his hand, the sea of clouds that was originally flowing quietly on the top of the mountain began to roll endlessly, just like the undulating waves of the sea. When he put the whisk away in his hand, the endless sea of rolling clouds continued to rise and fall, and the fine golden clouds jumped on the sea of clouds. .
The old man with white eyebrows showed a kind and peaceful smile on his face, and spoke leisurely, "Don't worry, if the demon clan wants to find the remains of the ancient beasts, just let them go. Until the end, where will the so-called legacy be? It’s still unknown.”
Hearing this, all the Nascent Soul cultivators changed their expressions. They looked at the churning sea of clouds and remained silent. Finally, they withdrew their gaze and closed their eyes again to adjust their breathing. There was silence all around.
The ancient battlefield was not a good place to begin with. Now, it is just an additional experience.
What's more, who knows who's chance and whose destiny until the end?
