The desolate land is full of scars, and as far as the eye can see, there are thousands of ravines and layers of rocks.
And among these tens of millions of ravines, there are flashing lightning-like existences, which is very strange.
A figure stood on a hilltop that had been turned into layers of stone flakes due to weathering and corrosion, looking at the scenery in front of him.
But seeing that figure was more than eight feet tall, tall and majestic, wearing black scales, but it didn't give people any uncomfortable feeling at all, with a ferocious face, long teeth, long fiery red hair... it was the one who had just advanced to the black stiff Zhang Yang.
Ordinarily, at this time, Zhang Yang should practice hard in seclusion to consolidate the state he just advanced to. However, he has more important things to do, so he has to continue to go deep into the ancient battlefield and come to this more dangerous place.
Besides, Zhang Yang's situation is quite special. Even so, it will not cause a drop in realm, but will only cause the residual energy to dissipate after the transformation time is over, causing some waste. Zhang Yang can accept this result .
As for the daughter of Shangguan Mo'er, she chose a safe place to practice in seclusion. After all, for a human monk like her, being promoted to two levels with one face is already the biggest gain of the group this time. If she doesn't consolidate her realm immediately, she is very likely to fall down, and it will become almost impossible to advance again by then. possible. That would be the biggest loss.
Therefore, even though she was very unwilling, Shangguan Mo'er had to give up the idea of continuing to explore the Tianfu ruins.
"The density of space cracks here is much higher than other places, and just now there was a large crack tens of kilometers long... It seems that this is already one of the most dangerous places in the ancient battlefield. That thing Hiding here is also very normal."
Zhang Yang pondered secretly without any hesitation. He took out a jade slip, probed with his spiritual sense, and determined the direction to go. Then he waved his hand, and a black shadow flew in front, but it was a fox goose.
This fox and goose was naturally obtained from the three monks of Puwangzong. To Zhang Yang's surprise, the three of them looked well prepared, and there were dozens of fox geese in the spirit beast bags they carried.
In this way, as long as he is a little careful, it is almost enough for Zhang Yang to explore on the ancient battlefield.
Zhang Yang followed Gu Yan, his clear eyes and spiritual consciousness were all opened, paying attention to every danger ahead, and constantly controlled Gu Yan to change directions to avoid space cracks.
Even though he was so careful, a lone goose bumped headlong into a small space crack, and its whole body was cut apart instantly, and blood mixed with feathers flew around.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang immediately stopped flying, carefully dodged the crack, and frowned slightly, but he didn't feel much distress. Another fox goose was released and continued to move forward...
A few days later, Zhang Yang waved his golden wings lightly on his back, and flew rapidly behind the fox geese.
The ground is always the same with thousands of ravines and ravines, without any change; the wind and sand are constantly blowing around, and even Zhang Yang, a zombie who is used to loneliness, feels lonely for a while.
You know, this rush is different from retreat. Retreat is the law of comprehension, and once you get addicted to it, time may pass without you knowing it.
However, this continuous rush is extremely boring.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang's heart is very strong, so he can't bear it.
Ten days later, a towering mountain finally appeared in the distance, visible in the distance.
Under the cover of wind and sand, Zhang Yangqing opened his eyes with all his strength, and it can be seen that the overall shape of this high mountain is like an upside-down long sword, with its steepness and steepness.
"It's here!"
As calm as Zhang Yang, he couldn't help being a little excited, and the speed was even faster.
The ruins of Tianfu, the ancient battlefield, and the mountain of swords!
Here is the goal of Zhang Yang's trip.
According to the jade slips that Qi Yu handed back to him, it is on this Jianba mountain that hides a peerless mind-the big cutting technique.
The Great Cutting Technique practiced to the extreme can cut everything, even the soul and other nihilistic things. It can be said to be extremely abnormal.
More importantly, this is a growth-type exercise that can be practiced even by ordinary foundation-building cultivators, and its power will continue to increase as people's cultivation base continues to increase.
In the world of comprehension, there is an ancient legend. It is said that in ancient times, there was an old monster in the tribulation period who, by virtue of a large cutting technique, beheaded to death a true immortal who came from the fairy world.
It was also in that battle that the big cutting technique became famous throughout the cultivation world. It's just that later, for unknown reasons, the mentality of the large incision technique was gradually lost.
Now that Zhang Yang has received the information that this great incision method appeared on the ancient battlefield, even if he is not sure whether it is true or not, it is still worth a trip.
As for whether Qi Yu will take this exercise away first, Zhang Yang is not too worried. Don't say that there is no need for Qi Yu to take this risk to offend Zhang Yang, even if he wants to do it, he must have the strength to do it.
The ancient battlefield is full of dangers. Even with Zhang Yang's strength, he was in danger several times and killed several waves of robbing Jindan monks before he got here. With Qi Yu's strength, the chance of him being able to get here safely is almost zero, and it is probably because of this that the other party is willing to exchange this tasteless existence.
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Standing at the foot of Jianba Mountain, Zhang Yang's feeling was not only shocked, but also shocked.
But seeing the blue stone on the cliff, there are broken sword tips tightly inserted on the cliff. Some only show a few inches, and some don't go in at all.
Zhang Yang approached and stroked the broken swords. Although there was only the broken front half, Zhang Yang could clearly feel it. Whether it was the texture or the aura emanating from the broken sword, it was no less than that of an intermediate magic weapon.
Looking up, as far as Qingling could see, it was densely packed, and the cliff was full of such broken swords.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is in the tens of billions.
Tens of billions of broken swords? Moreover, are they all broken swords that are not intermediate magic weapons? Zhang Yang was so shocked that he could hardly breathe.
With such a big hand, I am afraid that even if the strength of the three sects and four sects is gathered today, it will not be enough, right
Zhang Yang chose a broken sword with more parts exposed, clamped his two fingers tightly, and immediately showed a surprised expression after exerting force.
Zhang Yang is the most clear about the powerful strength of Zizombie's initial peak peak, how much power he has under this pinch, and it is probably made of metal, and he will be pulled out.
However, with such a great power, it is simply unbelievable that the broken sword did not move at all.
There was hardly any hesitation, and he squeezed a spell with both hands, and the mana fluctuated between his fingers. Seeing that a spell was about to be generated, he saw bursts of "beep, beep, beep" on the mountain wall. Streams of energy began to gather toward the broken sword Zhang Yang had chosen, which was obviously a powerful restriction.
Shocked, Zhang Yang immediately stopped casting spells.
The performance of this mountain wall is too strange. Although Zhang Yang is very confident in his own strength, he is unwilling to confront this inexplicable thing for no reason.
It is no good to win, a magic weapon of this section, for him, is absolutely not on his mind; if he loses, he will suffer heavy losses, if he is suppressed by a powerful formation or falls, it will be troublesome It's a joke.
After thinking for a while, he didn't continue to touch this restriction, and instead flew towards the mountain.
The cliff stood upright, like an extremely tall stone wall, and it turned out to be at a right angle of nearly ninety degrees.
The golden wings behind Zhang Yang waved and turned into a stream of light, going up along the cliff.
Beside the ears, there is the sound of the whistling wind; in front of the eyes, there is a gray cliff; the cliff is full of all kinds of broken swords...
All of these are so full of fairy aura.
This cliff is extremely tall. Because he didn't know the danger ahead, Zhang Yang didn't dare to move forward quickly, but his escape speed was much faster than the full speed escape of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.
Even so, after several hours in a row, the cliff began to tilt to a certain extent.
After going forward for another distance, the eyes suddenly opened up, but it existed like a natural cave, which looked extremely vast.
The opening of this cave looks like a white blazing vortex, with countless silver lights flowing, like a transmission channel.
After a little hesitation, Zhang Yang raised a small turtle-shell-like shield with his left hand, and a unicorn arm emerged from his right hand, ready to attack at any time.
After completing these tasks, Zhang Yang plunged into the silver vortex.
Whoosh!
As soon as Zhang Yang showed up, he was greeted by several flashing streamers.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yang snorted coldly, but he didn't panic when he was prepared. The small shield in his left hand swayed and rose in the wind, turning into a two-foot-sized shield in front of him, covering it tightly.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
With a few crisp sounds, those streamers were ejected from the block one after another.
"Huh?"
Immediately, bursts of surprise sounded.
Boom!
Zhang Yang's feet landed heavily on the ground.
In front of you, is an incomparably vast hall, with a radius of over ten thousand mu, and the top is hundreds of feet high, which does not give people the feeling of oppression at all.
In the hall, there are already dozens of people. Looking at these dozens of people, they are divided into several groups sparsely, obviously opposing each other.
It was two Jindan monks who attacked him just now.
Seeing the enemy clearly, Zhang Yang's gaze couldn't help but turn cold. The level of attack just now, if it were an ordinary Jindan cultivator, if he was caught off guard, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die. The other party's purpose is very clear, and it is obvious that they want to take advantage of the opportunity to die.
Zhang Yang's principle of life is very simple, if you want my life, then I want your life.
Therefore, there is nothing to hesitate, the whole person has already jumped up and rushed towards the enemy.
Of the two Golden Core cultivators, one is an intermediate Golden Core and the other is a high-level Golden Core. Seeing that this primary black zombie hastily launched a counterattack at the two of them at the same time, they all showed disdainful expressions.