Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Even if Yue Zun comes here, he doesn't dare to trespass.

Let the disciples guarding the mountain report it.

Soon after, an old man in white flew out.

"Brother-in-law, long time no see!"

"Brother Xue, your style is still the same!"

Yue Zun said politely.

"What kind of demeanor? He's already old. Is this the disciple you said is going to enter the ancient battlefield?"

The old man in white looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"Exactly!"

Yue Zun nodded.

The old man in white frowned and said: "Brother-in-law, you and I are old friends, so I should help you, but your disciple's cultivation is a bit too poor.

Just a seventh-level perfect quasi-emperor.

The ancient battlefield is full of dangers, and the minimum requirement is the eighth level quasi-emperor.

You don't want him to die, do you? "

Yue Zun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I've made it clear to him. He wants to go in. What's more, my disciple is a bit special."

"Well, since you have said so, I won't say much. Let's go, Brother Yue, and let him enter the ancient battlefield with the disciples of our Snow Mountain Palace.

It can be considered as taking care of you! "

The old man in white thought for a while and said.

"Thank you, Brother Xue!"

"You're welcome, let's go!"

The old man in white took Ling Xiao and Yue Zun into the Snow Mountain Palace.

Then a residence was arranged for the two of them.

"There are still three days until the ancient battlefield opens. You two are waiting here. If you have any instructions, just tell me.

I'll come find you in three days! "

After the old man in white finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Master, at this time, you should tell me what is going on in this ancient battlefield, right?"

Even on the way, Yue Zun did not talk about the ancient battlefield.

Ling Xiao is really curious now.

Yue Zun smiled and said: "Forget it, I'll tell you!

There are many legends about the ancient battlefield.

But there is only one that is most credible.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, a great war broke out in the Zhenwu Divine Continent.

To compete for a piece of the Holy Stone of Desolation from ancient times.

The Holy Stone of Desolation is said to contain the power of the mysterious world itself.

Very scary.

Therefore, it led to countless battles among saints.

That battle was truly tragic.

Countless saints died.

The ground is stained with blood.

In the end, no one could get the Holy Stone of Desolation.

Instead, it caused the space to fall into nothingness.

Access is only possible by special means.

Coupled with the disordered laws there, warriors with the power of the world simply cannot enter again.

Once entered, it may cause the space to collapse.

He also died.

However, warriors under the Great Emperor can enter. "

"The Holy Stone of Desolation!"

A glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes.

There are three desolate powers in his body.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with the Holy Stone of Desolation.

"Can the Half-Step Emperor enter?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Yes, the Half-Step Emperor is still essentially a quasi-emperor.

The laws of the world are not perfect, so they are not affected.

Don't just stare at the Holy Stone of Desolation.

On the ancient battlefield, too many saints and emperors died, so it contains countless treasures.

Every great emperor is almost a treasure.

Every saint is also a greater treasure.

Therefore, saint-level forces will send people into that space to experience at regular intervals.

At the same time compete for treasures.

That is indeed a good place. "

Yue Zun smiled and said: "It is lawless, but it is also more free! Without the influence of the sect, life and death depend on oneself.

However, that place is very dangerous.

They often get into fights over trivial matters, and even kill each other.

Sometimes, there may not even be a need for a reason, it’s just that you don’t like it! "

Having said this, Yue Zun paused for a moment, looking at Ling Xiao's expression, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

There was no trace of fear on Ling Xiao's face.

"Very good, you are more confident than I thought!"

"Life and death, destiny and wealth are in heaven!"

Ling Xiao said: "I don't have a big background. I have to find cultivation resources by myself. If I keep shrinking, how can I compete with those talented people?"

"Okay! I really did not misjudge you!"

Yue Zun laughed: "The reason why I chose you to enter the ancient battlefield is because of your fearlessness and potential.

Between life and death, potential can often be stimulated, allowing warriors to break their shackles and become stronger.

I didn't choose Lei Bing Lei Huo, Ming Qin, or Dian Dongxing.

Only you are chosen!

Don't let me down.

Of course, one cannot underestimate the enemy and advance rashly.

Because no one who enters the ancient battlefield is a simple being. They are all the most talented, perseverant, and wise beings in the sect.

A little caution may cost you your life! "

"Disciple knows!"

Ling Xiao nodded.

He could see the Master's caution.

I also understand that this trip to the ancient battlefield is full of dangers.

However, he was still willing to try.

"Here are some notes from my teacher, an introduction to the ancient battlefield, please take a look.

Take advantage of these three days to remember it firmly.

It’s good for you to survive if you go in! "

Yue Zun handed Ling Xiao a notebook, then turned and left.

Three days passed by in a flash.

The old man in white came again.

Yue Zun also came back.

"Brother-in-law, the time has come. Leave your apprentice to me."

"Brother Laoxue is here!"

Yue Zun bowed his hands and saluted.

"Master, please take your leave, disciple! I will ask you to take care of Yaoxiang!"

Ling Xiao said.

"Well, you don't have to worry about the medicinal fragrance, you just need to focus on the ancient battlefield now.

I believe that in three years' time you will be able to defeat Shen Wuxing! "

Yue Zun held Ling Xiao in high regard.

Ling Xiao nodded.

He turned around and left with the old man in white.

Not long after.

They came to an ancient teleportation array.

This teleportation array looks a bit old.

But there is always maintenance, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Beside the teleportation array, there were three men and two women, a total of five people.

Two women, one is wearing red and has a hot figure.

The other one was dressed in white and was as cold as a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains.

The three men are all dressed in the same way.

All in white.

One of them was even dressed in snow-white.

White clothes and white hair.

The five people were a little curious when they saw Ling Xiao.

Because there is no such person in the Snow Mountain Palace.

What's more, to enter the ancient battlefield, one must be a genius.

As long as he is a genius, they shouldn't not recognize him.

"His name is Ling Xiao, and he is going to the ancient battlefield with you. Please take care of him!"

The old man in white said.

"Ling Xiao? This doesn't seem to be a disciple of our Snow Mountain Palace, right?"

The white-haired man asked doubtfully.

"Well, he comes from the Black Sand Region. Our Snow Mountain Shrine once owed his master a favor, so we have to take him with us this time."

The white-haired man seemed to have a high status, so the old man in white explained politely.

Hearing this, the white-haired man suddenly turned cold: "Hmph, a seventh-level quasi-emperor who dares to enter the ancient battlefield is simply a burden.

Elder, please forgive us for being rude. It doesn't matter if he goes in, but we won't help him! "