Chapter 195 Bu Nan

In a private room at Fu Ping Fang.

Chen Ping'er was wearing a plain white dress, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her face did not look good.

"so."

Ning Daoran could tell that this was definitely not good news, so he asked, "How's the border war going?"

"The border war ended half a month ago."

Chen Ping'er pursed her red lips and said, "Our people didn't dare to go deep into the battlefield, but it is said that the cultivators from Sangyu Country have already retreated, and the cultivators from our Xia Country have also withdrawn from the battlefield. The losses on both sides were extremely tragic, and more than 80% of the cultivators were killed in the battle."

"Eighty percent?"

Ning Daoran's heart seemed to be rubbed hard: "How... How is it possible? How are the people from Chaos Sect?"

"have no idea."

Chen Ping'er said: "It is said that the battlefield of the border war has become a dead land, and no one can enter it, so there is inexplicable news about this war. Later, all the cultivators who entered the battlefield were unable to come out again.

The Yuanying of the Ten Great Immortal Sects has already issued an order to list the border battlefield as a forbidden area, and no one is allowed to enter. "

She gritted her teeth and said, "I heard... I just heard that the Qingzhou cultivation world suffered heavy losses. The cultivators sent to the border battlefield by the Chaos Sect, Xingyue Pavilion, Gangmen Sect and other sects were almost wiped out. Jiang Yu, Gongyang Yan and others might also..."

"Is this news true?"

Ning Daoran was confused: "What does the so-called death place mean?"

"Spiritual energy cannot stay, and it has become a forbidden place."

Chen Ping'er said, "In a few days, the news of the border war should reach Qingzhou. I don't know whether it is true or not, but it is being spread all over the place, so it is hard to tell whether it is true or not."

"knew."

Ning Daoran took out a bag containing 500 spirit stones and placed it on the table, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I will make some preparations and then go to the border battlefield. Whether Jiang Yu, Gong Yangyan, Lin Xingyuan, Ning Qing and others really died in the border battlefield, I want to confirm it with my own eyes."

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Ping'er stood up, looking a little excited: "Although I don't know what realm you are in now, even a Nascent Soul cultivator died. What can you do if you go? You will just die. I don't recommend you go. You should at least wait a few years before going."

"Don't worry, I won't rashly enter the deadly place. I'll just check the periphery."

"in this way……"

Chen Ping'er sighed: "You must be careful and pay attention."

"rest assured!"

…

That night.

Ning Daoran left Lingpu Cave to Bai Lu, and decided to go to the border area himself.

In the dark night sky, a golden light rose up and left Fanshu City at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, Ning Daoran had disguised himself as a young monk in a green robe, and he was naturally still the extremely popular Jianjia Sanren.

The Five Sacred Sects have been destroyed, and the only major enemy left to Jianjia Sanren is the Shadow Wolf King. Even if it really comes to him, Ning Daoran has nothing to fear and will just capture it.

Two days later.

Ning Daoran escaped at an extremely fast speed, passing through the entire Kuizhou and entering the Yunzhou territory in the northeast of Xia State.

“Huh~~~”

He slightly reduced his speed and took a pill to restore his magic power. The Changqing Jue in his body continued to generate magic power, and he only moved at the speed of an ordinary golden elixir in its early stage.

Amid the sound of breaking wind, his spiritual sense explored and discovered dense auras of magical power appeared in front of him.

It turned out to be a flying boat! This flying boat was a huge thing, and the scene of it breaking through the clouds was extremely spectacular.

“Daoyou!”

The flying boat was hovering, and a monk in the early Jindan stage wearing a yellow robe on the deck took off into the air.

"I am Xu Wanxi, a guest elder of Tianye Sect in Yizhou. Daoist friend, you are heading east in a hurry. Are you going to the border battlefield?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran stopped immediately and said, "I am Jianjia Sanren, a Qingzhou Sanxian. Fellow Daoist Xu, has your sect just returned from the border battlefield?"

"Exactly."

Xu Wanxi frowned and said, "Daoyou Jianjia, the border battlefield has become a dead zone, the spiritual energy is completely cut off, my Eastern Wasteland Cultivation Realm has invested so many golden elixirs and Nascent Souls, but no one can get out...Daoyou, please go back, it's already a forbidden area."

“It’s actually like this…”

Ning Daoran frowned, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your kind reminder, but I still want to go over and take a look from the outside. I have relatives and friends involved in this battle..."

"I see."

Xu Wanxi said helplessly: "In this case, I will not dissuade you. Fellow Daoist, you should be careful and do not go too deep into the battlefield. If you see the ground or the sea water starting to turn black, leave immediately and do not approach."

"Okay, thank you!"

Ning Daoran clasped his fists and said goodbye to Xu Wanxi.

On the flying boat, a group of Tianye Sect cultivators also cast their eyes over. When they saw Ning Daoran clasping his fists, these cultivators also clasped their fists.

In any case, at this time there are still Jindan masters willing to go back east, which is worthy of their admiration.

…

In the sky, there are endless layers of clouds.

Along the way, Ning Daoran met many cultivators from Qingzhou, Yizhou, and Kuizhou again, most of whom had not actually entered the battlefield.

According to their description, just as Chen Ping'er said, no human cultivator walked out alive from the core area of ​​the border battlefield.

For a moment, Ning Daoran felt extremely heavy-hearted.

In this case, the chances of survival for the eldest senior sister, the great elder, and others... are extremely low.

A few days later, they arrived at the eastern border of Yunzhou.

An entire stretch of mountains was flattened in many places, and the land was devastated. It was obvious that a war between the immortals had taken place here. The mountains even had traces of being cut by sword energy! Ning Daoran's eyes fell on a broken mountain with a cross-section of at least dozens of miles, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Anyone who can strike out with such a sword must be at least a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator!

There are not many Nascent Souls in the world of immortal cultivation, and those who can advance to the Nascent Soul stage as a sword cultivator are even fewer!

However, at this time Ning Daoran saw a series of figures.

There is the foundation-building stage and there is the Qi-refining stage.

Judging from their attire, they should all be monks from the Xia country. They travel across the battlefield, each looking for their own opportunities.

Ning Daoran smiled bitterly in his heart. A great war had just ended, and this group of people rushed into the battlefield to scavenge. They really didn't know how to live or die. But when he looked at each person carefully, he found that this group of people were almost all independent cultivators, and many of them were even robbery cultivators.

The murderous look in Jie Xiu's eyes could not be concealed.

With a flash of his body, Ning Daoran activated the Acalanatha secret technique, the sound absorption technique, and the invisibility technique at the same time. The five golden elixirs in his body hummed continuously, and his whole body instantly disappeared in the wind.

He looked down at the battlefield and continued walking.

…

Among the mountains, a petite, thin figure kept flying around like a small animal.

She was a woman, emitting the disordered aura of a mid-stage foundation building stage. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood. Her magic power was seriously insufficient, and it was obvious that she had just experienced a fierce battle.

In this woman's arms, there was a broken mirror.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"This fellow Taoist!"

In the mountains, a powerful voice was heard, and an old man in the middle stage of foundation building flew out of the forest, manipulating a precious sword to fly like lightning, and said with a smile: "Hand over the treasure mirror, and we can spare your life. Why bother, for a treasure that does not belong to you, you have to sacrifice your life in vain."

“Swish!”

The flying sword came rushing towards him.

The female cultivator quickly turned over, and a second-grade low-grade spiritual handkerchief flew into the air and tightly wrapped around the flying sword.

But at the same time, another flying sword came from the side and pierced through the woman's shoulder blade with a "puff", leaving an extremely horrifying wound.

She rolled over, stumbled, and then flew out again.

Another Tribulation Cultivator appeared, but he was a young man in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

"Fellow Daoist, leave the treasure behind and you can go on your own. Why are you so stubborn?"

There was a coldness in the woman's eyes. She said nothing, but kept flying to avoid the attacks of the flying swords. However, the wounds on her body increased, and her breathing became more and more disordered. It seemed that she was about to collapse.

At this moment, a barely perceptible wrinkle suddenly appeared in the space, and then a golden light flashed by.

The two foundation-building cultivators, one old and one young, groaned, and an inconspicuous hole appeared between their brows. They died on the spot.

"how?"

The woman was shocked. She didn't expect that the powerful enemies chasing her would die in an instant.

Ning Daoran descended from the sky, releasing the aura of golden elixir.

"Senior...thank you for your rescue!"

The woman hurriedly stopped, swayed her body, and bowed to Ning Daoran.

"You fought in the Border War, yes and no?"

"Exactly."

The woman nodded and said, "I am a cultivator from Ningzhou Yuanyan Sect, my name is Zeng Nan. I was injured in the battle and just withdrew from the battlefield. However, I didn't expect that a black tide would appear from underground just after I withdrew, and then swallowed up the entire battlefield. Many cultivators were unable to get out..."

“Black Tide…”

Ning Daoran frowned: "Have you seen anyone from the Chaos Sect? Do you know their whereabouts?"

"Know!"

The woman's eyes lit up and she asked, "Senior, are you from the Chaos Sect?"

"Um."

Ning Daoran nodded.

A strange look flashed in the woman's eyes, and she said, "If you want to find the Chaos Sect's people, I can lead the way for you. The Chaos Sect's people didn't go deep into the battlefield, so maybe they weren't swallowed by the black tide."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Taoist."

"You're welcome. Senior, you saved my life. I am very happy to be your guide."

The female cultivator was delighted. She took out a pill and swallowed it. After recovering some of her magic power, she flew away again, taking Ning Daoran with her towards a certain direction in the east.

But in an instant, there was a sudden sound of wind, and then a light blow of the hand landed on the back of her head, knocking her out!

…

There is something fishy about this woman.

Although she had tried her best to conceal it, Ning Daoran still heard a little "strange taste" in her accent. She didn't seem to be a cultivator from the Xia Kingdom.

Soul search!

After searching his soul, Ning Daoran understood everything.

This woman is definitely not a cultivator from the Xia Kingdom.

She is from Sangyu Country, and her name is not Zeng Nan, but Bu Nan.

Ning Daoran learned some scenes from the girl's memory. A month ago, Sangyu Kingdom launched a counterattack. Bu Nan was one of the first monks from Sangyu Kingdom to invade the territory of Xia Kingdom, but the sudden appearance of a black tide cut off her and her companions' way back.

Later, her companions died one by one in battle, and Bu Nan disguised herself as a cultivator from the Xia Kingdom. Afterwards, the sect's treasures were destroyed, and she was chased by the robbers while protecting the treasures, and then she met Ning Daoran.

In the other party's memory, the black tide suddenly appeared, shrouding him in great terror.

As for the Chaos Sect...

This woman had never seen it before. The reason why she brought Ning Daoran to that place was just because she had set up a killing formation there and wanted to try to destroy Ning Daoran, who was in the early Jindan stage.

Ning Daoran stood up.

When he looked towards the east, his divine sense could already faintly detect a dark dead land. The spiritual energy could not flow, and the cultivators could not absorb spiritual energy from the heaven and earth, and their combat power was greatly reduced! "Big Sister, Jiang Yu..."

He stomped his foot lightly, crushing Bu Nan's head. His body floated up, releasing dozens of Grade B paper figures, and explored towards the east.

(End of this chapter)