The only way

Chapter 203 Zongmen Jade Talisman
The clouds in the sky are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the grass and trees on the ground are like smoke.

On the majestic Yuqing Mountain, one of the Three Qings and Three Mountains, in the main hall where the head of the sect is located, there are countless jade talismans of the Taoist sect, like shooting stars in the sky, flying through the clouds and wind, flying to the four directions of the world.

This is the Jade Talisman of the Zongmen, and any disciple of the Sanqing Sect who has the aura of primordial spirit and has been recognized by the ancestor of the Zongmen can receive this Jade Talisman no matter where they are in the world.

Unless, it is another space that is really locked into the sky.

Of course, the underground black market is not really another space, it’s just that the formation is somewhat mysterious. Therefore, Lingchu, who just came out of the underground arena, saw a stream of white light fall in front of him before returning to the inn .

But the monks coming and going around turned a blind eye, as if they couldn't see it at all.

The techniques and materials for refining the Jade Talisman of the Zongmen are not difficult, but there is a kind of restriction on it. It is rumored that it was passed down from the ancestor of the Zongmen's Upper Realm, and only the disciples who receive the talisman can see and touch it.

I saw standing in the air in front of my eyes, but the size of a palm, with flowing cloud patterns all over the body, and jade-colored talismans engraved with ancient seal script and gold script, the big four characters of Sanqing imperial edict came into view.

Lingchu recognized it at first sight, it was the Zongmen Jade Talisman.

As soon as the Zongmen Jade Talisman came out, it meant that the Zongmen had something important to convey to the disciples. Speaking of which, this was the first time that Lingchu had received the Zongmen Jade Talisman in more than ten years since he started his apprenticeship.

Zhang Ruo casually raised his sleeves, stretched out his hand to support the brim of the cloak, but secretly took away the Zongmen Jade Talisman hanging in front of him.

Covered by the wide cloak, Yubai's hand slightly exerted force, and easily crushed the Zongmen's jade talisman, turning it into dots of fluorescent light and scattering between the sky and the earth.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a message from the sect emerged.

On the tenth day of July in the second year of Tianyuan calendar 810, 810, the ancient battlefield opened. Two months before the opening, the Zongmen Dabi, the top [-] disciples got the quota to enter the ancient battlefield. Interested disciples, please come to Tianyuan calendar [-] Returned to Zongmen before the tenth day of May in the second year of [-].

Head, Chong He.

The realm where Lingchu was located was called Lingxu Realm. After the great extinction, the newly born Cultivation Realm was jointly formulated by all powerful monks, and it was called Tianyuan.

Tianyuan is called the principle of the operation of the ages, the origin and beginning of all things.

It has been 3 years since now.

Lingchu stretched out his hand, his spiritual sense sensed the heavens and the earth, and calculated with his fingers, this year will be the second day of June in the year 810 [-] in the Tianyuan calendar. There is still more than a year before the opening of the ancient battlefield. Fifty, nearly a year left.

She will be there.

The ancient battlefield is a place of opportunity.

Before the great extinction, in the ancient times, the ancient battlefield was a space jointly opened up by the human race and the demon race. It did not exist in the realm of comprehension. In order to maintain the integrity of the Lingxu world, the two races chose to open up a space together before the war.

Later, this battle lasted for decades, and the human monks and demon cultivators in the ancient battlefield were all wiped out. It is rumored that in the ancient battlefield, there were corpses everywhere, blood red everywhere, and the whole area The space is filled with the remains of human and demon races, the flesh and blood are intertwined, and the soil is soaked in blood, which is a reddish-brown color.

It is rumored that the total number of human monks and demon cultivators who fell in the ancient battlefield must not be less than one hundred thousand.

At the end of the war, the ancient battlefield was filled with red soil for thousands of miles, with corpses strewn all over the field and blood flowing like rivers.

At that time, the ancient battlefield where there had been years of fighting, the chaotic spiritual power, demon power, and the ferocious arrogance of the corpses of the two tribes of humans and monsters.

In the chaotic ancient battlefield, anyone who enters, the power of space will be chaotic, and the vicious and hostile energy will affect the mind.

As a result, the two clans fought, before they started fighting, they were first strangled by the power of space, affected by hostility, and killed each other, causing heavy casualties.

As a last resort, the two races of human monsters ceased fighting and sealed off the space here.

After a full hundred years, the space of the ancient battlefield was a little more stable.

Later, the great extinction came.

There were not one out of ten monks in ancient times, and the space where the ancient battlefield was located was buried in history.

It wasn't until more than a thousand years into the Tianyuan calendar that the ancient battlefield here was discovered under the cooperation of several top sects at that time.

Several top sects joined forces, and the patriarchs of the sects took action to stabilize the space passage. However, the ancient battlefield may be disturbed by the chaos of spiritual power and hostility.

This makes the inner space fragile. When it was first discovered, the ancient battlefield space could only withstand the entry of mortals. Unfortunately, mortals would only die if they entered.

Now, more than ten thousand years later, the ancient battlefield has been able to withstand the entry of monks who have built a foundation.

The ancient battlefield buried the corpses of countless human monks and demon cultivators.

At that time, the battle was chaotic, so there was no time to clean up the battlefield, and whether it was a monk or a demon cultivator, most of the real treasures were carried with them.

The storage bags, magic weapons, and exercises of human monks, the bodies, magic weapons, and storage bags of monster cultivators are all treasures.

For these, several top sects, or monks in the cultivation world, will definitely not let them go.

It's a pity that the space in the ancient battlefield is unstable, and there are space vortexes all over it all the year round, and it only opens once in a Jiazi.

The number of people entering each time is calculated by Qianji Pavilion, and then distributed to various forces.

This ancient battlefield can accommodate 300 people, except that Qianji Pavilion only has three disciples each time, and the remaining four top sects will occupy [-] of the [-] places. Thirty foreign first-class sects and twenty casual cultivators.

The ratio is fixed every year, and after a little calculation in Lingchu's mind, there will be a number.

The number of three hundred is quite a lot.

According to the Zongmen's records, the last time the ancient battlefield opened, there were only [-] places in the Sanqing Daozong.

With his hands in his sleeves, Lingchu strolled along the streets of the underground black market.

Go all the way to the inn.

In the battle with Wantu, although Lingchu won, he relied on the two spirits of life and death in the "Longevity Sutra".

In terms of the killing spirit of the sword array alone, Lingchu was no match for Wantu at all.

There is also the change when the sword array is transformed into spring and autumn, which is still not concealed enough.

Because of Wantu's sensitivity to evil spirits, he noticed the change in the sword array almost instantly.

On the other hand, Jianzhen Chunsheng, who spent two years in the master's secret realm of cultivation, has perfected his comprehension quite well.

The massacre of thousands of people was so devastated, but nothing was destroyed.

Although he has achieved the victories in a hundred battles that his master said, Lingchu knew that his killing spirit might be enough to fight against ordinary monks, but if he faced a monk who killed people like Wan Tu, he would still Far from enough.

Stepping into the inn, Lingchu looked up and saw the resentment on the face of the innkeeper.

She smiled softly, "Shopkeeper, help me renew the lease for another six months."

In an instant, the innkeeper's slender eyes narrowed into smiles, as sinister and enthusiastic as ever, "Okay."

　Everyone dare to believe that Buyan was at the banquet, and while eating the banquet, he coded this chapter. When this chapter was published, Buyan was still at the banquet. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　　
　
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