Sword Emperor

And at the moment when the half-emperor shadow disappeared, Sun Bing and others suddenly discovered that the endless square around them was also dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. When they reacted, they were already in an inexplicable state. in space.

The surroundings were gray, as if everything they saw before was an illusion, but everyone's words to the half-emperor shadow were extremely clear, making people feel horrified.

At this time, countless monks were constantly thinking about the words of the half-emperor phantom, especially thinking about Nine Transformations into Sainthood. Their eyes were flickering, and they didn't know what they were thinking about.

"Is this the real battlefield? I didn't expect it to be so tragic!"

Just when countless people were thinking about it, a burst of exclamation came out directly. When they lowered their heads, they could see that the ground below could be said to be extremely miserable. There were bottomless ravines and the soil was almost the color of blood. Even though One hundred thousand years have passed, and there has been no change.

It is conceivable that every inch of land here was full of blood a hundred thousand years ago. Otherwise, such a situation would not have happened at all.

Not only is the bloody smell contained in the soil, but also the traces of Taoism left on the ground, which can still be vaguely detected now. Even with their strength, they are a little frightened, at least they are the traces left by the Holy King's moves.

Looking around, you can find that the surroundings are all in this kind of environment. Even on the ground in the distance, you can see white bones, of human beings and ancient races, piled up randomly on the ground. Countless.

As for the gray traces in the sky, they are clearly the resentment emanating from the soil that has surrounded the ancient battlefield for countless years.

You didn't notice it before, but you can know the horror of it after experiencing it firsthand. It is disturbing your mind all the time. It seems that you are surrounded by countless innocent souls sobbing and wailing around your ears, which makes people upset.

For monks with low cultivation levels, this kind of resentment is like bone-breaking poison and there is no way to erase it. Therefore, monks in the realm of life and death are not even qualified to come to this ancient battlefield.

Sun Bing and others had only heard that the battle was quite miserable. Seeing the scene in front of them, they could not help but become completely silent, because the number of corpses that could be seen were in the tens of thousands. .

This is only within the scope of sight. The ancient battlefield was so huge, and there were more corpses hidden in the deepest parts. In that battle, there were trillions of people who died, and they were densely packed. Countless.

After a short silence, after all, there were young geniuses galloping deeper into the ancient battlefield. After all, there were countless opportunities in the ancient battlefield, and that was their ultimate goal of entering this place this time.

In an instant, the tens of thousands of human beings who had gathered together suddenly dissipated. People were galloping away in twos and threes. Soon, the only ones left beside Sun Bing were some of his friends.

But this number is still too much. You can immediately see Ji Cheng, Yu Sheng and others coming hand in hand, and they bowed their hands towards Sun Bing: "Brother Sun,

Now that we have entered the ancient battlefield, let's say goodbye for now and see you again someday. "

"Well, then I wish you all a safe journey." Sun Bing nodded slowly and said softly with his hands in hand.

Looking at the retreating figures, Sun Bing sighed, then turned his attention to Hua Qiyue and others in front of him, and asked softly: "Why don't we go on this trip to the ancient battlefield together?"

However, both Hua Qiyue and Sun Yanran shook their heads in unison, and then said firmly: "This time we can explore by ourselves. After all, we need nine turns to become a saint. It is too difficult to gather together, and the ancient battlefield The area is unlimited, so let’s find our own opportunities.”

"Then I hope you will be careful along the way. If anything happens, go find me immediately."

Although he was very helpless in his heart, Sun Bing could only nod his head. After all, he knew that the words of Hua Qiyue and others were just an excuse.

Because they have realized that the gap between themselves and others and Sun Bing is too big to be ignored. If they look for opportunities together, they may become a burden.

Moreover, they themselves are also famous and proud women of heaven, so they naturally have their own pride. This kind of pride makes it difficult for them to lower their heads in front of Sun Bing, and they must do something to prove themselves.

Naturally, Sun Bing knew this very well, so he didn't say anything more. After nodding, he galloped away into the distance alone. Without any drag, his speed had reached the extreme. In an instant, between

Infinite distances have been crossed.

After getting away from the crowd, Sun Bing's speed gradually slowed down. After all, the ancient battlefield is like an unexplored treasure house. Treasures can be seen everywhere. If you continue to speed, a single oversight may cost you the treasure. Missed.

Suddenly, Sun Bing's eyes flashed with light. Although the blood-colored soil was still as red as blood due to the blood soaked in it for the past hundred thousand years, the spiritual things growing in it also changed accordingly.

Sun Bing suddenly saw a spiritual root on a hillside with a bloody fruit growing on it. If Sun Bing remembered correctly, this should be a blood-weeping red fruit, a variant of the ordinary red fruit. The chance of being born is one in ten thousand, which is extremely precious.

The biggest effect is to enhance one's own energy and blood. Sun Bing, who has practiced Xuanwu True Body Art, is like a bottomless pit. This kind of elixir is his favorite.

Suddenly, the whole person couldn't help but walk quickly towards the spiritual root in front of him, reaching out to pick it off directly, and also wanted to transplant the fruit tree into his own cave.

After all, the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil is the foundation of all earth. Let alone the Weeping Blood Crimson Fruit, even spiritual roots that have strict environmental requirements can be successfully planted.

As long as Sun Bing can transplant it into his cave, then in the future, he will have countless Weeping Blood Crimson Fruits, and the time until the Xuanwu True Body Technique will be completed will be much faster.

But just when Sun Bing stretched out his hands, his ears were keenly aware of the sound of breaking wind coming from his side.

, and it was also accompanied by a sense of crisis.

At this time, Sun Bing's movements were completely fast. He shrunk to an inch and moved out instantly. The whole person immediately stepped back hundreds of feet. When he looked at the place again, he could find a hazy-looking shadow appearing directly in front of him. There.

The whole body was surrounded by a layer of gray mist, which was full of resentment, and a cold feeling spread towards the surroundings, especially the face, which was filled with a kind of madness and looked very weird.

"What on earth is this?"

Sun Bing's brows immediately wrinkled. With Sun Bing's insight, he could naturally discover that the shadow in front of him was probably releasing the aura of a semi-saint, but it was just a little crazy. He naturally found out about this. No fear.

But soon, the almost faceless face of the phantom in front of him looked directly in the direction of Sun Bing. A crazy aura erupted and attacked him crazily, without any trace of intelligence at all.

Even in the face of such an offensive, Sun Bing's expression remained extremely calm, and he even dodged very easily. During the battle, he was still thinking silently in his heart.

Because he doesn't have any intelligence, his attacks are completely based on instinct, without any defense, and he doesn't care about life and death. His strength should be much stronger than that of a normal half-saint.

But then, Sun Bing slowly shook his head. After all, even if he had shown such a situation, he was too weak.

As for this phantom, it should be the souls of the monks who have fallen. They have been in this ancient battlefield for too long, and the souls have mutated over the past 100,000 years.