Before everyone's eyes was the ruins of an ancient battlefield so huge that it was suffocating.
Mountains were crumbling and shattered, scorched earth covered the ground, and rivers ran the color of blood. Across the plains, vast pits and gullies, miles in diameter, formed a scene of devastation.
There are bones left on the ground, which have been weathered. If touched slightly, they will instantly disintegrate and turn into powder and blend into the soil.
The wilderness, the desolation, the river of blood, the huge pit, and the long spears stuck in the ground constitute the battlefield left over from ancient times.
Thinking back to the devastating might of battles on ancient battlefields strikes the soul and shakes the mind.
In front of the magnificent and vast ancient battlefield, they seemed like dust.
"This is the Zhuolu battlefield." Lin Han took a step forward and looked around at the scene.
This extremely empty wasteland is lifeless. It is an ancient battlefield that destroyed the world. The evil spirit, murderous aura, and resentment formed by the blood of the strong have seeped into the soil, leaving no grass growing.
"There are footprints here!" Duan De exclaimed.
There were footprints left on the ground, which were the footprints of the five tomb raiders who came in first.
Lin Han's Human Emperor Eyes swept across the ancient battlefield, looked in the direction of the footprints, and disappeared in the evil fog.
"Follow him!" Lin Han said.
Thirteen people flew across the ancient battlefield at high speed.
There were piles of bones in the big pit, and the surrounding soil was congealed with blood. The blackness was tinged with dark red, which was chilling.
Everyone avoided the top of the big pit and went straight forward.
Suddenly, a chasm like a chasm appeared before them. The abyss was ten miles wide, with a smooth cut, stretching to the distant horizon on both sides, disappearing into the haze of evil fog, and the bottom was unseen below.
When the wind blows, you can hear the howling coming from the abyss, which seems to be the roar of vengeful spirits from ancient times.
"Do you want to go down and take a look?" Shangguan Wan'er asked.
"No, that's the sound of the wind."
Lin Han shook his head.
"The battle marks left by the powerful still have sword intent on them. There will be no life, no spirit or soul left."
"Hiss~"
The white-robed stewards and others gasped and looked at the abyss in front of them in shock.
How powerful could a battle between two powerful men have such terrifying power? How powerful could they be?
"Don't be surprised. The battles of the ancient great powers, especially the Battle of Zhuolu that brought together powerful humans and immortals, must have been powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth with a single wave of their hands."
Seeing that they had never seen the world, Lin Han began to explain.
Flying across the abyss, the thirteen people still moved forward.
As they went deeper, the evil fog became thicker and the traces of battle left on the battlefield became more terrifying.
There are gullies everywhere and deep pits for hundreds of miles. Looking around, there is no intact land.
Lin Han leads the way!
In such a huge battlefield, one either needs to understand Feng Shui treasure hunting or understand Qi reading, otherwise one will be like a headless fly. Lin Han understands both of these.
Three hours later, the thirteen people finally stopped.
In front of us, a beast skeleton a hundred feet tall lay on the ruins of the battlefield.
Inside the skeleton, a ball of red evil energy condensed and floated within.
"When the residual soul fuses with evil spirit and spiritual power, it will form an evil spirit. It feeds on the residual souls and blood evil on the battlefield. Go and give it a try."
Lin Han raised his hand to disperse the bloody evil fog, and the bloody smoke-like thing screamed and rushed towards them.
The white-robed steward and others' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately took out their weapons and rushed forward to fight with the evil spirit.
"Zhao Zilong, be careful. This evil spirit doesn't have chrysanthemums."
"Believe it or not, I'll stab you!"
"Doctor, try your poison to see if it works on these evil spirits."
"Nannan, you can't eat this. Don't swallow it. Damn it!"
“…”
Ten people were fighting, and Lin Han and three women were watching the show from the side.
Each of the ten players has their own unique fighting styles, and they can be considered talented players who can be trained.
After two sticks of incense, there were several more crystal clear cores in the hands of the ten people.
"These are the cores of evil spirits, which can replenish spiritual power. Replenish them and continue on your journey!" Lin Han reminded.
The clue to [The Secret of Covering the Sky] is on the Chiyou Flag!
From the Battle of Zhuolu, the only ones still alive in the world are Nüba and Yinglong.
If you find Nüba sealed in the Zhuolu battlefield, or Yinglong, you will have the opportunity to ask for clues and the location of Chiyou's flag.
…
Three days later, the group passed through a thick evil fog and stopped in front of a lake of blood.
The blood lake in front of us is dozens of miles wide and unfathomable. The blood from the battlefield gathered here to form a lake, which is extremely terrifying.
"How many people will die?" Yang Zhu stood in front of the blood lake, his heart shocked beyond words.
I don’t know how many lives’ blood must have been gathered to form such a huge blood lake that never dries up for thousands of years.
"The Battle of Zhuolu was truly horrific!" exclaimed the white-robed steward.
"I took some blood. I found that this blood that has never dried up for thousands of years is a good thing for extracting toxins." Liu Qingfeng said.
"Chrysanthemum boy, do you want to go down and take a shower?"
"What the hell? Are you sick?" Zhao Zilong cursed at She Yifa.
"I'll try to see if I can drink it."
The girl next to her walked towards the lake, but was pulled back by the white-robed steward by the collar.
Of these ten people, only half are normal.
Along the way, relying on hunting evil spirits, the ten people's cultivation has greatly improved. The strongest one, Hei Tong, has reached the late stage of cross-tribulation cultivation, and it won't be long before he can break through to the Mahayana stage.
The white-robed steward looked at Lin Han, waiting for his decision.
They knew nothing about the ancient battlefield of Zhuolu and could only follow the chairman.
Now, this mysterious president is their backbone.
The others stopped playing and looked at Lin Han.
"There is the aura of a powerful being at the bottom of the lake. Something must be sealed there."
Lin Han glanced at the blood lake and placed his palm on it.
In an instant, the blood-colored lake water was sucked into Lin Han, and the water level dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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