Fairy little farmer

Chapter 238 The Faction of the Thousand Moon Palace
"This……"

Yang Tian recognized it, he is no stranger to this place, he just visited here not long ago.

To be precise, a few days ago, when he was at Huaguoshan Resort, Yang Tian drank too much wine, and by chance, he dreamed forever.

It was a battlefield in ancient times, with corpses strewn all over the field, blood flowing like rivers, and the sound of killing soared into the sky.

Yang Tian didn't understand what forces were involved in that battle, who caused it, and what was the purpose?
As for why this battlefield appeared in the illusory realm of the spirit, Yang Tian was even more puzzled.

Yang Tian was walking and observing in that fictitious fantasy battlefield.

It is a pity that Yang Tian was woken up by Niu Ziruo before he had time to check carefully last time.

As time goes by and times change, the information left in the ancient times has become extremely scarce.

If future generations want to understand that era, they can only rely on a small part of the remaining information, and all of this information has a fatal flaw, that is, it is not comprehensive.

After being collected and organized by later generations, some have become historical ancient books, while others have become myths and legends.

Although those things have certain reference value and provide some reference basis for the study of ancient times, but without exception, they are the tip of the iceberg.

Although the scene in front of him was an illusion, Yang Tian vaguely felt that if he observed it carefully, he could still extract a lot of useful information from this peerless battle.

Yang Tian walked forward, and the more he walked, the more frightened he became. The scale of this battle was far beyond his imagination.

Many powerful people have been mobilized. They can call wind and rain with their mouths, and they can move mountains and seas with their hands.

Huge fireballs fell from the sky one by one, as if the public smashed through Buzhou Mountain, causing the world to collapse.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a ferocious white tiger raised its head and let out a loud roar, then ran towards Yang Tian.

It is more than eight feet tall, with some black streaks scattered in its snow-white hair, and its two eyes are like two huge lanterns.

The white tiger is one of the four sacred beasts, and it is not for nothing that it is the master of killing.

The white tiger opened its bloody mouth wide, exposing its sharp fangs, and rushed towards Yang Tian.

Yang Tian grinned and didn't pay much attention.

Long before, Yang Tian had encountered the same dangerous situation in Yimeng Eternal.

However, at that time, Yang Tian's worry was superfluous, he was just an illusory figure, and those ferocious beasts could not do any harm to Yang Tian.

After having the previous experience, Yang Tian became much calmer when facing this ferocious white tiger.

"Roar"

The white tiger roared again, and it was getting closer and closer to Yang Tian, ​​and it was about to pounce on Yang Tian in the next moment.

"Something is wrong!" Yang Tian said to himself.

Since entering the late stage of Xuanzhao, Yang Tian's perception has become extremely sharp.

Just now, when the wind brought by the white tiger's running was blowing towards Yang Tian, ​​Yang Tian could clearly feel a tingling sensation on his exposed arms and face.

This kind of pain is real, it comes so real, it doesn't seem to be in an illusion, but rather like being stabbed by a needle.

Compared with the white tiger, Yang Tian's body size is not only a little bit different, but also, judging from the aura of the white tiger, the strength is obviously higher than Yang Tian's by a few levels.

If he was not careful, he might be slapped to death by the white tiger, and his body would be smashed to pieces, and he would become the white tiger's meal.

Yang Tian didn't dare to be careless. At this critical moment, Yang Tian made a decisive judgment, and almost without hesitation he activated his true energy, and ran to the side at the fastest speed.

Even so, Yang Tian's arm was still scratched by the white tiger's sharp claws, making a long cut.

After running more than 100 meters in one breath, Yang Tian jumped and hid in the bushes, not daring to make a sound.

Fortunately, dragons and snakes were mixed together on the battlefield, the white tiger glanced at the place where Yang Tian was hiding, and then ran towards the distance again.

"Damn!"

The pain from his arm made Yang Tian wake up a lot in an instant, and he understood that he was in trouble now.

The battlefield in front of him should have been created according to Yang Tian's inner demons.

If Yang Tian couldn't think of a way to get out, he might have to be trapped here, and then be killed on the battlefield, leaving no bones left.

The Da Luo Tian Cup, the illusory realm of the spirit, really lives up to its reputation.

It's a pity that in the Xianjia WeChat group, Yang Tian just glanced at it and didn't read the chat records at that time.

Therefore, Yang Tian only knew the method of entering the illusory realm of the spirit, but did not know the specific way to break it.

After hesitating for a while, he didn't care about it for two days. He closed his eyes and opened his consciousness, wanting to see if there is anything special about this battlefield.

Unfortunately, to Yang Tian's disappointment, the battlefield is boundless, and Yang Tian, ​​who is still in the early stage of rejuvenation, does not have that strong spiritual power.

Wanting to use the power of spiritual consciousness to explore the entire battlefield is tantamount to fantasy.

"Shangxian, do you know about the Great Luotian Cup and the Illusory Realm of the Spiritual Illusion?" Yang Tian asked directly on WeChat.

"Da Luo Tian Cup, have you seen the Da Luo Tian Cup?" the Barefoot Immortal also asked curiously on WeChat.

The Da Luo Tian Cup is a magic weapon once refined by the Barefoot Immortal, and he also created the Illusionary Realm.

It can be said that the Barefoot Immortal is the founder of the Da Luo Tian Cup. If you want to know the Da Luo Tian Cup, no one is more suitable than him.

"Shangxian, I am now in the illusory realm created by the Da Luo Tian Cup, I wonder if you have any way to break it?" Yang Tian asked.

Faced with this situation, Yang Tian was also very helpless.

In the world of self-cultivation, Yang Tian's cultivation is at best a beginner, and in front of people like the Barefoot Immortal, he is almost like a rookie.

The Barefoot Immortal and the others are old monsters who have lived since ancient times. They are powerful and experienced. If Yang Tian wants to get out of trouble, he really has to ask him for advice.

"You said that you saw the Da Luo Tian Cup in the mortal world, and you also entered the illusion of the spirit?"

Tianting, in front of the Nantian Gate, the barefoot immortal looked at the message sent by Yang Tian on his phone with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Then, the Barefoot Immortal waved his hand, and the big Luotian cup that trapped Yang Tian and the others, as well as the scene in the cup, appeared in front of his eyes.

Seeing that Yang Tian was on the battlefield of the ancient world-destroying battle, the barefoot immortal's face changed again.

"My dear friend Yang Tian, ​​if you expand your spiritual consciousness and explore from the position of the soles of your feet, you should find something."

After realizing the seriousness of the matter, the Barefoot Immortal didn't dare to hesitate at all, and directly told Yang Tian the solution.

In the illusion of spirit, Yang Tian looked at the big characters on the screen, and his expression froze.

(End of this chapter)