The magical bridge is getting wider and wider, and the magical power absorbed is getting stronger.
"No wonder Junior Brother Liu is so powerful, he is really a cultivator!"
Li Nanxiang had a look of admiration on her face. Liu Wuxie was the only one practicing along the way.
After resting for an hour, everyone returned to the back of Tyrant Eagle one after another.
This time everyone learned the lesson and immediately chose the back seat after boarding.
No one dared to fight for the place where Liu Wuxie sat.
The next few days were relatively quiet, with one day of flying and one hour of rest.
Ten days passed in a flash, and after traveling countless millions of miles, an endless plain appeared in front of me.
From the distant sky, there are similar flying monsters approaching here.
"Everyone cheer up, we are ready to go down."
Fan Zhen reminded everyone, and everyone opened their eyes, and the excitement on their faces was beyond words.
In the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms held once every ten years, the successful finalists will be selected by the sect and become members of the cultivating community.
From then on, he embarks on the path of cultivating immortality, and his family will follow him. He can even introduce family members to enter the world of cultivation.
Only Liu Wuxie had no fluctuations on his face, as if nothing could shake his heart.
calm.
calm.
The Tyrant Eagle's body began to swoop down towards the plain.
After a stick of incense fell steadily to the ground, a desolate smell came to my face.
This breath was very thick, countless times thicker than that of the Yan Dynasty, and his breathing seemed to become a little rapid.
All twenty people came down and stood aside to feel the environment of this place.
"Do you know what this place is called?"
Every time he brings students here, Fan Zhen has to explain it, and this time is no exception.
Everyone shook their heads collectively, including Liu Wuxie.
Mu Yueying didn't know much about the War of One Hundred Kingdoms, and she told Liu Wuxie that most of it was knowledge from the cultivation world.
"This place is called Longyan Battlefield!"
Mentioning this place, Fan Zhen had a solemn look on his face, which should be a sign of awe and respect for this place.
"Long Jian battlefield?"
"What a weird name!"
The first time they heard this name, this place had already deviated from the Yan Dynasty.
During this period, they also stopped at other dynasty sites before successfully arriving.
"Do you want to know why there is a Long Jing battlefield here?"
The Tyrant Eagle spread its wings and flew away to look for food in the nearby mountains. It would come back to pick them up after the War of One Hundred Kingdoms was over.
"Dean, stop being so secretive and tell me now!"
Bai Fan was a little impatient and asked the dean to quickly explain what Long Jian battlefield was.
Liu Wuxie didn't have much interest. After falling down, he felt that there was a familiar aura here.
"Because real dragons once fought here, their blood and bones were buried on this battlefield, so this is called the Longyan Battlefield."
To put it bluntly, this is the burial place of the real dragon. After the death of the real dragon, the blood watered the ground, the bones gave birth to the mountains and forests, and the sinews formed the earth.
"Is there really a dragon in this world?"
Everyone's face showed infinite yearning.
Shenlong is only limited to legends and has never been seen.
"Soon you will know that there are not only divine dragons in this world, but also many races that you don't know about. The Zhenwu Continent is far bigger than you think. There are thousands of races. Our human race is just one of the thousands of races.
That’s all.”
Fan Zhen would not tell them this until they reached this point, lest they aim too high.
Now that they are here, there is some knowledge that must be made known to them.


Chapter completed!