The only way

Chapter 227

The dry wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, the gray sky has no clouds.

The ground is full of flying sand and rocks, and the cold wind blows, biting and stinging. In the wind, there are shallow voices, like the whispering and crying of a wronged soul, like weeping and crying, straight into the heart, and the heart of the listener is chilled Fear.

Except for the whimpering wind, there is no sound in the vast gray world here, it is eerily quiet.

Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the gray sky.

Like a giant whale spitting water, a slender blue figure was spit out from the whirlpool.

The green-clothed girl with the green wood hairpin that looks like jade but not jade, looks like wood but not wood, rolled uncontrollably a few times in the air, and smashed straight to the ground. Before touching the ground, the green-clothed girl suddenly turned around He stretched his waist, abruptly changed direction in mid-air, and fell to the other side.

Lingchu lightly turned over and landed, raised his head and looked at the place where he was going to land.

There, a faint black crack swam away for a while.

On Yubai's forehead, traces of cold sweat emerged.

It was really dangerous here, Lingchu secretly thought in his heart that just after entering here, there was a space crack where he could land. If he landed on the space crack, with Lingchu's cultivation base, his body would be torn apart without even breathing.

Looking up at the gray sky, and looking around at the deserted wasteland with no human habitation, except for the sound of whimpering wind, Lingchu took a deep breath.

This is the ancient battlefield.

The bones of the dead are exposed in the wild, and there are no people living in thousands of miles.

Desolate, desolate, cold.

Lingchu lowered his head and looked at the half-hidden sand and stones in the wilderness, with only a section of white bones exposed, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hands, and a pair of translucent snow-white gloves were put on the slender and slender jade hands.

The gloved hand lightly touched the white bone, but before he exerted any force, the white bone disintegrated in an instant, turning into bits of white ashes and dissipating between the sky and the earth.

It seems that it is just the bones of an ordinary monk.

Back then, those who participated in the war between the two races of human and monsters included the Foundation Establishment, the Golden Elixir, and the Nascent Soul, and even more than the Nascent Soul.

And these people or monsters, if they don't have any special method or advanced cultivation base, thousands of years have passed, and the bones will not have the slightest special feature, and they will dissipate like dust when touched.

If it is possible to find bones that are still intact and do not dissipate in the ancient battlefield, there are only two possibilities, either, they have practiced a special method, or they are monks of the two races of ancient human monsters, or they are the last batch of monks. A monk who entered the ancient battlefield.

No matter what kind of possibility it is, it means that there is a high possibility of good things.

Those with advanced cultivation, the treasures they carry with them must be extraordinary, and there is a great possibility that they will survive for thousands of years. The last batch of monks who entered were only one year old, and the treasures such as storage bags and magic tools have a chance of being preserved. It's also huge.

There is also the corpse of the monster race. The monster race is different from the human race. Those who practice are originally flesh bodies, and it is not a problem to keep them for thousands of years.

And the corpses of these monster races are still very useful to monks.

The most common use is refining.

Those who come here are all foundation-building monks, foundation-building monks, who can already prepare for the magic weapon of life. In this ancient battlefield, if the corpses of high-level monsters can be found, and they can be added when refining the magic weapon of life, But excellent.

However, after batch after batch of disciples came to the ancient battlefield to search, it is becoming more and more difficult to find the treasure nowadays.

Lingchu didn't expect to find those high-level corpses as soon as he came in, so Lingchu didn't have any regrets when his bones dissipated and turned into dust.

Surrounding his consciousness for a few meters around his body, Lingchu carefully explored the surrounding space.

When he first entered the ancient battlefield, Lingchu forcibly twisted his waist in mid-air because he sensed the crack in the space below, and he could detect the crack in the space because Lingchu's divine consciousness was released in the air. That place was crushed.

The ancient battlefield was once shattered due to the war. Even though it has been restored in sevens and eighties now, the entire space is still full of wandering space cracks. Some of these space cracks are large, and some are large. Small, but for foundation-building monks, these cracks in space, without exception, will tear up both the physical body and the spiritual consciousness.

If there is no special instrument for detecting space cracks, then the only way for monks to avoid bumping into space cracks unknowingly is to release their spiritual consciousness around the whole body. Once there are space cracks around, the externally released Consciousness will be shredded.

Although this method will consume consciousness, at least it is very useful.

As soon as you enter the ancient battlefield, you must immediately release your spiritual consciousness.

This is a sentence that Zongmen Qian urged Wan to ask.

Because there were many monks who entered the ancient battlefield before, when they were just teleported in, their bodies were torn apart by the free space cracks in the ancient battlefield before they landed, and their spiritual consciousness was wiped out.

It is the real one who dies before the teacher is born.

Moreover, the dead are still very depressed.

From then on, all the monks who entered the ancient battlefield would be told to pay attention to the cracks in space as soon as they entered, and to release their spiritual consciousness immediately.

He took out a piece of jet-black jade from the storage bag, Lingchu held the jade in his hand, and slowly injected spiritual power, the jet-black jade trembled slightly, and then floated up from Lingchu's palm.

He paused in all four directions of the ancient battlefield, and finally hovered on the left hand side of Lingchu.

Lingchu looked to the left, and there was still an endless wasteland, where there was no grass, and there were flying sand and rocks.

Among the ancient battlefields, there is no difference in scenery. They are all hard wasteland, gray sky, no half inch of vegetation, and bones everywhere.

Even for monks, standing in the ancient battlefield, it is still difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west.

The only difference is the concentration of evil spirit.

This jet-black jade stone was distributed by the sect to the disciples who entered the ancient battlefield. It was used to identify the concentration of evil spirits.

This jade will float to places with strong evil spirits.

And the center of the ancient battlefield is naturally the place where the evil spirit is the strongest.

It is also the monks who entered the ancient battlefield, looking for a way to the center, and walked in the direction where the evil spirit was strong.

Putting away the jade, closing eyes at the beginning of the spirit, and running the "Longevity Sutra", in the spiritual consciousness, the evil spirit between the heaven and the earth is fully revealed, and the thick black evil spirit is glowing with a faint blood-colored light, circulating in this heaven and earth.

The spiritual sense sensed it in all directions, and sure enough, the evil spirit was the thickest in the direction to the left.

If the evil spirits in the other three directions are traces, then the evil spirits on the left are streams.

Opening his eyes, Lingchu put the jade into a small bag at his waist, and then hung it on his waist. He relied on the jade and the exercises to identify where the center of the ancient battlefield was.

Spiritual consciousness surrounds the whole body, not daring to relax at all.

On the wild and barren land, the girl in green clothes walked on foot, turning a corner from time to time, as if there was some obstacle in front of her.

(End of this chapter)