When the battlefield started, it was earth-shattering and the entire secret realm was shocked.
Just like its name of ancient times, the entire battlefield was not as clear as everyone had originally imagined. Instead, it was clear that they had forcibly carved out three thousand miles of their own territory in the center of the secret realm. Within three thousand miles, all the original scenes were torn apart and pulled apart, and heavily pressed under the loess. All life was instantly annihilated, leaving only a dead silence.
Above the dead silence, only the leader stood far away at the highest point, flashing a strange red light in the wind. It seemed very close, yet far away in the horizon.
The battlefield has begun, hurry up and win the championship!
The upright young men from all directions who were still in the secret realm put down what they were doing and turned into swift streams of light, pouring out towards the battlefield, vowing to be the first.
"Amitabha." The senior disciple of the Buddhist village sighed and turned to look into the distance. "I only hope that you will stop committing the sin of killing."
The burning jade seals in the hands of the two men turned into powder in an instant, and two jade-white lights shot out and penetrated Yun Xian and his body. Yun Xian seemed to have sensed something and took a look.
A complicated mark suddenly appeared on the forearm, and its symbolism was a coiled green dragon that seemed to be dozing off.
Yun Xian: “…”
Why did she even give her a tattooed arm? Not to mention, it looks pretty cool.
The other disciples nearby all flew past, fearing that if they were a little late, the top spot would be taken away by others. However, the group of people here were silent for a short time.
It is indeed time to go our separate ways.
Yun Xian turned around and looked at Qi Zhiye and Xue Lingxiu. They had their eyes downcast and their expressions could not be seen.
Foxiang is here, the battlefield has begun, and Qi Zhiye must act together with Foxiang. He had said this earlier.
Next to Xue Lingxiu was Zhong Changyao. His injuries had healed considerably, and his expression had brightened somewhat.
Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye stood silently behind Yun Xian, and the three groups were clearly separated and had clear boundaries.
East, south, west.
Just like at the beginning.
Yun Xian stroked Qi Shuang's sword handle with his fingertips, bowed naturally, and said, "Everyone, take care."
Xue Lingxiu smiled gently and said, "Take care."
Qi Zhiye said indifferently: "Worry about yourself first."
She exchanged a glance with Qiao Lingshan and nodded slightly. The next moment, she tapped the ground with her toes and flew towards the battlefield.
Yun Xian's face was nearly deformed by the howling wind. He felt that this ancient battlefield was not simple. He shouted to the familiar duo from the East Realm, "Don't act rashly. Your life is at stake. Do you understand?"
Qiao Lingshan: "Ah - the wind is so strong, what did you say -"
Feng Ye panicked: "My piano, I forgot to take my piano!"
“…”
Rumor has it that the ancient battlefield dates back thousands of years.
Back then, the two nations were at war, the situation stalemated. A hundred thousand troops grappled for months, yet not only could no one be determined, but their supplies and fodder were depleted and fatigue was on the verge of becoming apparent. The general defending the city awaited news from his lord, unaware he had been abandoned. With no supplies to support him, he was attacked from both sides in this desolate landscape. Eventually, he ran out of ammunition and food, resulting in a tragic scene. The grass had been stripped clean. Only after the enemy had breached the city did they realize that most of the soldiers had starved to death, not died defending their country on the battlefield.
The leader was born between heaven and earth, and was catalyzed by the lives of tens of millions of people. He absorbed the blood, energy and evil spirits and became a divine weapon.
When Yun Xian and the other two arrived, they couldn't see the situation inside from a distance. They could only see a thick blood-red color, which was like fog covering the ancient and dilapidated city walls.
The first wave of people who had just entered had disappeared.
"The soldier spirits that have been imprisoned for so long probably don't have a very good temper." Yun Xian thought of the soldier spirits that had just escaped, and his resentment was about to overflow. At least those at the Jindan stage would be needed to deal with them. "It's not okay to just go in like this now."
And those were just a few random soldiers. On the battlefield, soldiers had their own formations and might even coordinate with each other, making it even more dangerous.
The temptation of the leader is too great. Even if people know the danger, they will still continue to rush in.
Qiao Lingshan glanced at the blood mist, and suddenly seemed to think of something, then turned to look at Feng Ye.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Feng Ye had a fearless expression on his face. He was now so trained that he could only stutter. "It's just blood. Who doesn't need some blood? Ha, ha ha..."
The three did not rush in rashly, but waited for a moment. At this moment, a surge of spiritual energy suddenly came from the blood mist, and the two wandering cultivators retreated violently with defeated looks on their faces.
It hadn't been long before one of them had his right arm severed, blood gushing out, staining the ground beneath his feet red. The other man quickly dealt with it. Behind them, there were several monks whose cultivation was still a little weaker, running away while looking back in panic.
Behind the crowd, a soldier spirit holding a long spear let out a long roar and was about to pounce again!
In mid-air, a light sword energy flashed and knocked away the halberd of the soldier spirit. Then, another sword energy followed. The soldier spirit let out a long howl and fell to the ground.
This soldier spirit was similar to the spirit of the statue within the Great Desolate Castle; it could only restrict its movement and temporarily break it, but it couldn't truly kill it. The only people who could achieve such a permanent effect of "killing" it were probably the disciples of the Buddhist Land, but in their place, this was called salvation.
The monks were so frightened that their legs almost went weak.
There are many monsters in the Four Directions Secret Realm, but they are all animals after all. This soldier spirit looks terrifying, which makes people think of some ghostly things. Moreover, it cannot be killed or destroyed, and its cultivation is not low.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for the rescue." The monk in the front, with a broken arm, looked pale and tried to bow without success. "This blood mist is filled with swarms of wandering soldier spirits, with extremely keen senses. Just now, a fellow disciple got lost due to carelessness. Even if they managed to reach the city wall, there are still archers and slingers waiting there. They are truly well-trained..."
Originally a city defense army, how could they not be well-trained? Yun Xian gave him some of the Dao Sect's herbs in his storage ring and asked, "Has anyone gone in?"
"Yes." The man was severely injured just after entering, and saw his companions separated. No matter how much he cared about something, it was no use risking his life. "Just now, I saw a fellow Daoist at the fifth level of the Golden Core climb over the city wall, but he disappeared after entering. I wonder what else is inside."
Yun Xian said something very correct: "Something more terrifying."
That person: “…”
"Thank you, fellow Daoist." The man limped to his feet and said with a wry smile, "With my level of cultivation, I'd better not humiliate myself. I'll just wait for the result outside."
Without the fifth level of Jindan, you can't even reach the entry threshold. It's obviously a game for the strong, so small fry should not get involved.
Yun Xian felt that his decision was wise: "Yeah. Take care of yourself."
The scattered cultivators were dejected and ready to leave when they suddenly heard Yun Xian's clear voice again, "No, wait."
Everyone: “?”
Yun Xian: "I see you are sword cultivators? Sword cultivators are good, would you like to know more about the East Realm Sword Pavilion?"
Everyone: “…”
What time is it and you are still advertising? !
Unfortunately, the crowd did not accept Yun Xian’s advertisement for psoriasis, and supported each other to find a safe place.
Yun Xian thought about it and pulled out Qi Shuang. She circled around the outermost area for a while and found that the soldier spirits were endless, supporting the city wall. The battlefield was extremely vast. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn't circle it immediately. So she stopped and said to Qiao Lingshan, "I suspect this battlefield is a circle."
Guarded by a circle of city walls and guarded by soldiers, there is no place to get in. You either have to force your way in or sneak out. In any case, you have to pass through here.
Qiao Lingshan nodded, her expression serious.
The three of them looked at each other, stepped forward, and jumped straight into the blood mist.
As soon as he entered the blood mist, Yun Xian understood why Liu Shi's killing blade had been said to be uniquely suited for this location. This blood mist was quite strange, not only blurring everyone's vision but also carrying a subtle murderous aura. The longer one stayed within it, the more their fighting spirit grew, and the more drowsy their mind became.
The blood mist will slowly erode into the seven orifices, so you cannot stay here for long.
Yun Xian held his breath and waved to the two people behind him. The meaning was clear: Don't make any noise, and quickly climb the wall!
Fortunately, she and Qiao Lingshan were both sword cultivators, practicing the same technique, so their movements were graceful and quiet. Poor Feng Ye struggled with the weight of the guqin, and was ultimately led by Qiao Lingshan's magic weapon. He felt as if he were a tattered kite, being towed around in the sky.
"Yun Xian." Qiao Lingshan looked at the magic weapon she had taken from the Sword Sect and said worriedly, "It seems we're running out of herbs."
So many herbs were taken from the Sword Sect before. Originally, Xue Lingxiu was in charge of them, so they were naturally stored with him. But before coming to the battlefield this time, Xue Lingxiu took out a lot of them and gave almost all of them to Yun Xian.
According to him, he felt that Yun Xian was so reckless that he would get hurt sooner or later, and was not as steady as him by a thousandth, so he had nothing to worry about.
"Almost finished?" Yun Xian was not surprised. He touched his chin and said, "It's okay. No rush. Let's go see if Liu Shi has any more later."
I feel like the Sword Sect must have snatched a lot during this period.
The wool comes from the sheep, and he who does not pluck the wool is not a gentleman.
There were dense swarms of soldier spirits wandering in the blood mist. With such density, even if the three of them were careful, they would still be discovered by a few of them. Yun Xian killed them one by one with his sword, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. The two of them, like a kite, quickly climbed to the highest point of the city wall.
Yun Xian waved his hand solemnly again, and the meaning was clear: Stop, I'll go first!
Qiao Lingshan: "...It's obvious that you can just send a voice message directly."
Feng Ye: "She may find it more stimulating to use gestures."
Yun Xian suddenly poked his head out from the highest place like a groundhog, and with a quick glance, he finally saw the structure of the entire battlefield!
As expected, just as she had guessed, the structure of this battlefield was exactly the same as that of all the cities. At present, she could only see three towering city walls, which were tightening inwards in circles, guarding the leader in the center like stars surrounding the moon.
Seeing only three levels doesn’t mean there are only three. It just means I don’t know how to get through these three levels that are right in front of me.
She was still pondering when a huge rock came rolling towards her with terrifying force. She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly heard several screams in her ears: "Ah!!"
Hmm? Who?
Yun Xian stretched out his palm and smashed the boulder directly, then looked back.
A group of wandering cultivators appeared behind Feng Ye at some point in time. It seemed that they had been following the three of them from the very beginning. When they saw Yun Xian noticed them, they smiled apologetically.
Yun Xian: “…” My fellow villagers, fellow disciples of Jiange, she actually became a big shot that people could cling to one day. How could this not be considered a glorious return home?
The soldier spirits on the outermost city wall did not pose much of an obstacle to Yun Xian and Qiao Lingshan. She flipped over and reached the top of the city wall, knocking out all the archers and slingers, then jumped down as light as a cloud, making no sound when she landed.
Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye followed closely, keeping their eyes and ears open.
After climbing over the city wall, the blood mist covering the sky faded a little and no longer choked people's noses and mouths. Yun Xian held the hilt of the Qishuang sword with his hand and looked forward vigilantly.
This was probably inside the city gate at that time.
Like the ruins outside, this area still barely retains the appearance of a hundred years ago. The bluestones used for paving the streets are already covered with moss and are so dilapidated that you can't tell where the main road is. The wooden stalls on the street and the restaurants with closed doors and windows are half collapsed, and there are desolate graves and weeds everywhere, just like a deserted dead city.
A faint glow of blood hung in the sky. Yun Xian and the other two stood in an inconspicuous corner, watching the spirit that was constantly moving in front of them.
Compared to the soldier spirits guarding the city walls, the spirits here are obviously not as aggressive, their cultivation is so low that it can be ignored, and their minds are also rather confused.
Judging from their clothing, they were wearing short, rough cloth shirts and no armor or weapons, so they must be civilians in the city. The spirits were wandering around in the deserted streets, and they were actually talking to each other, but it seemed like they were just talking to each other:
"Boss, give me two pounds of meat, and cut it into small pieces for making sauerkraut. Don't want any fat on it."
"When will the store open? Boss, can you please be more motivated? Why are you just sitting there making money? How can you sleep at your age?"
"I heard that Xiaofang next door gave birth to a baby. It's truly a miracle! This is the first time it's raining and snowing this year."
"The weather is good and the harvest is plentiful. The granaries will definitely be full this year. There is no need to worry about famine. God bless our Great Cang!"
These spirits were wandering aimlessly on the streets. Qiao Lingshan whispered, "Their minds seem to be stuck in the time before the war."
"Yes." Yun Xian said, "Don't bother me for now. Let's find out how to get to the second city wall first."
Since approaching the battlefield, they could no longer fly with their swords. There was a heavy barrier in the air, making it impossible to pass through.
It was strange, she had thought there would be higher-level guards after entering, but there were only these innocent civilian spirits wandering around outside, and they didn't look dangerous at all.
Feng Ye was holding the guqin and had not yet moved when he heard voices coming from afar.
Gradually, many monks broke through the first layer of the city wall and entered the battlefield.
"Brother!" A cultivator whose identity could not be identified hurried by and said, "It's been so long, and we still haven't found the entrance to the second city wall. Could it be a trick?"
A few confused spirits were wandering around in front of him, accidentally blocking his way. He made a "tsk" sound, feeling very annoyed. He activated his spiritual energy and instantly strangled all the spirits on the road.
The civilian spirit was stunned for a moment before falling down, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Three people: "..."
Although we know that this is a spirit and will not truly die, and will slowly be pieced together and restored later, this scene still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
The male cultivator called Senior Brother raised his eyes, rather impatiently: "Looking again! How come Xingyan Sect can find the location but we can't? We must have missed something."
"Xingyan Sect's Yao Xing has a detection array, but we don't," the cultivator said anxiously. "It's useless to kill these spirits along the way. They don't have much on them. We won't find any clues if we keep searching like this."
Male cultivator: "Are you doubting my decision?"
"No." The monk was about to deny, "I just wanted to..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly screamed, bleeding from all seven orifices, and was seriously injured in an instant.
The incident happened too suddenly and no one could have expected it. The male cultivator suddenly drew out his sword and looked around vigilantly. In an instant, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance on the street, and a soldier spirit was sitting in the front.
This soldier spirit obviously holds a high official rank, because it currently looks less like a spirit and more like a small hill that covers the sky.
There was a murderous look in his eyes, his muscles were bulging, he was wearing extremely thick armor that shone with silver light, his weapon was a huge hammer, and he also wore armor on his head. Looking at his appearance, as expected, he was extremely ugly... Well, his appearance made him look very powerful, which complemented his strength in the Nascent Soul stage.
Yun Xian and the other two opened their mouths at the same time.
Nascent Soul!
No wonder they say the ancient battlefields are a life-or-death struggle. How could this not be? Everything is a gradual process. The first level's walls are still occupied by small, small-time soldiers at the early to mid-stage Jindan, but the second level has them suddenly transformed into the Yuanying stage. It's like they're luring people in to be killed!
This pressure was so terrifying. The senior brother was so powerful when he was scolding people, but now he looked like he was shaking like a sieve: "What the hell is this?"
The huge soldier spirit slowly walked up to him, its feet causing the earth to tremble every time they touched the ground. It spoke, "Are you the one who massacred the people of my city?"
The people of your city have been dead for at least five hundred years, alright? They died earlier than his great-great-grandfathers. The male cultivator felt so wronged that he couldn't express his suffering: "This..."
At best, he was at the sixth level of the Golden Core Realm. In front of such an existence, it would be wishful thinking for him to escape.
"Captain Liu Yong, I will never allow anyone to harm their compatriots." Soldier Spirit Liu Yong slowly extended his hand and said coldly, "Take him away and put him in jail. He will be executed in the autumn!"
It finished speaking.
There is no one behind me.
"Huh?" Liu Yong roared angrily, his voice like thunder: "Where are the people? Where are the soldiers I lead?!"
Still no one.
Finally, perhaps fearing that he would be too embarrassed, the civilian spirits that had been killed on the ground finally slowly gathered together. Two of them staggered to their feet, folded the man's hands behind their backs, and said, "Captain, we caught him."
"?" Liu Yong: "Aren't you dead?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Captain?" the civilian spirit asked in confusion, "Does it mean that people can't die again after dying once? Who stipulated that?"
Liu Yong suddenly realized: "Yes!"
Yun Xian and the other two: “…………” Everyone was chatting quite harmoniously.
"Well, since you're still alive, take this man to the dungeon and behead him." The centurion clenched his sledgehammer, which was stained with blood, and said grimly, "There are foreign enemies infiltrating. I will never let them get close to the center. Drive them all out!"
Yun Xian’s ears twitched.
Close to the center?
Could it be that this centurion knew how to enter the second city wall?
The male cultivator screamed like a ghost and howled like a wolf. Liu Yong hit him with a punch in the face and almost killed him in an instant. He heard the sound and heard light footsteps coming from the other end. Yun Xian looked closely and found that he recognized the man.
Liang Xiao from the Hehuan Sect, the person who gave her the veil before.
The group seemed to have suddenly barged in, unaware of the situation, and had the misfortune of running directly into this Nascent Soul Stage soldier spirit. Liang Xiao was startled and immediately led his men to flee, but the soldier spirit was one step faster than them. With its iron hammer, it mercilessly smashed down on their heads with unparalleled force.
Liang Xiao subconsciously used her internal energy to block the attack, but before she was hit, she heard a loud sound of metal colliding with stone, and she tilted her head.
Yun Xian pressed the tip of his sword against the hammer, blocking the blow. With a sharp look in his eyes, he said, "Go!"
Liang Xiao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but say: "Yun Xian——"
Yun Xian closed his eyes and cried, "Okay, I know I'm handsome! But if I don't leave now, I can't hold on any longer. Hurry!"
Liang Xiao: "..."
As expected, Yun Xian always treats people sincerely. If he says he can't hold on any longer, then he really can't hold on any longer. The two of them rolled out at the same time, and the iron hammer suddenly fell, hammering a big hole in the ground.
The Nascent Soul stage is no joke.
Although Jimo Shu is also in the Nascent Soul stage, she either didn't use her full strength or was holding back when facing Yun Xian. Compared to her current murderous moves, hers were so gentle that they seemed like flirting.
Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye also rushed over quickly. When they met Bing Ling's ruthless eyes filled with blood, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
This is only the second level.
If we go further in, what kind of terrifying monsters will there be...
At this tense moment, Bing Ling's eyes caught sight of Yun Xian's flowery arm, on which was engraved the pattern of the Azure Dragon, which was faintly glowing.
Hmm.
Azure Dragon Jade Seal?
The imperial seal. A distinguished guest from afar, cannot be touched. She cannot be touched. What distant guest? Enemies. All enemies. Drive them out, kill them all! No, not enemies, distinguished guests. No, what exactly is it…?
Its thoughts, infected by blood, became increasingly chaotic and disordered. For a moment, it stood still in front of everyone, not knowing what to do.
To kill or not to kill?
No one dared to act rashly. In this moment of silence, the group of civilian spirits behind them finally rose again one after another, and continued to talk as if nothing had happened:
"I heard that Xiaofang next door gave birth to a baby. It's truly a miracle! This is the first time it's raining and snowing this year."
The soldier spirit suddenly shouted: "Ah!!"
Everyone was so scared that they followed: "Huh??"
What happened?!
The soldier spirit closed his eyes deeply, his Adam's apple rolling twice, and suddenly he felt like crying. He slowly took out a worn jade hairpin from his bosom and said to Yun Xian, "Dear guest from afar, do you know?"
Liang Xiao: "Guest, guest?"
Is this how you treat guests? Making friends through fighting? I just wanted to beat them to death!
If everyone wants to act together, Yun Xian will calmly say: "I don't know."
"Xiaofang from the village entrance and I were childhood sweethearts. We loved each other and considered each other our only love." Bing Lingchen said, "That day, I was about to go to the battlefield. I told her that after the battle, I would return home to get married, and that I would marry you then. But I died on the battlefield!"
Yun Xian didn't know what to say.
What a classic death flag! If you hadn't said that, you might still be alive.
Feng Ye listened intently and covered his mouth: "Oh my God, this is so tragic."
Bing Ling: "I can't forget Xiaofang. So, I made up my mind to find someone like her. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and can also embroider. She can sew patches as big as her head. I have been searching for her all these years. No matter what, I can't miss her again."
"Hiss." Why are they still looking for a substitute? It's so trendy. Yun Xian wasn't very experienced in this area of love. She scratched her head and said, "But it's no use telling us. Well, how about this? You lead us into the second city wall, and we'll burn a paper figurine for you that looks exactly like Xiaofang..."
Bing Ling: "I found it."
Yun Xian: “?”
Where??
In the blink of an eye, the soldier spirit moved suddenly, picked up a person from the crowd, and ran away with the person on his back.
That person was Feng Ye.
Feng Ye held Qin in his arms and slowly petrified on its shoulder.
Liang Xiao hesitated: "Apart from the zither, what similarities are there..."
Yun Xian said: "Not mentioning the earlobes are the same is already very considerate..."
Qiao Lingshan collapsed and said, "Hurry up and chase him! He's running away!!!"
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