"This is... a battlefield from ancient times?"

In ancient times, wars were raging, and wars broke out in countless places. This place in front of you looks like the ruins of a certain family.

And looking at the extent of the damage, the family must have suffered a devastating disaster.

More and more monks gathered here, looking at the war ruins popping up, and they were very excited.

The rare treasure may have been left in this ruins.

This idea came to everyone's mind. They looked at each other and then rushed towards the ruins.

Rare treasures are always available to those who are destined to get them. Even if their cultivation level is not high, they still have to give it a try!

The two god-transforming monks did not rush forward immediately, but just watched those people die.

Sure enough, the dozen or so people who first rushed towards the ruins were burned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the formation, without any chance of struggling.

This scene was so startling that the others braked quickly and backed away in fear.

Upon seeing this, a faint light flashed in the eyes of the two god-transformation monks, and then they flew forward and joined forces to violently break the formation.

The clan-protecting formation had been around for a long time, and the remaining energy was already insufficient, and some had just been consumed. Therefore, they broke through the formation without wasting much time and stepped into the ruins first.

Shen Qingluo looked from above and saw that the two people who entered the ruins suddenly became the size of ants, like two black dots moving inside.

Space formation?

Her heart moved slightly, she glanced at Gong Beiming and motioned for him to hurry in.

Gong Beiming chuckled and led her into the ruins.

The monk who was still hesitating saw that they had all gone in. He didn't care about anything else at the moment and rushed in after him.

More and more monks are rushing here, entering with high expectations.

"Junior sister Jiang, the place ahead should be where the strange treasure was born."

Luo Qingzhou and Jiang Li finally arrived and stopped a few hundred meters away from the ruins.

Jiang Li peeked her head out from behind him and saw that no one was around, so they must have all gone in.

"Senior Brother Luo, let's go in and have a look too."

"Okay, this is my communication talisman. Take it and remember to call me if you encounter danger!"

Luo Qingzhou was a little worried about Jiang Li and warned him several times.

Jiang Li was confused by what he heard. After knowing him for so long, she realized that Luo Qingzhou still had such a verbose quality.

She quickly interrupted him and repeatedly promised that she would not show off, and then followed Luo Qingzhou and flew to the ruins.

Looking from above, this ruins is not big. There are ruins everywhere, and it is desolate and dilapidated.

But when they stepped into the ruins, the buildings in front of them suddenly changed. In their eyes, they were as majestic as mountains.

Jiang Li looked up and saw that he was as small as an ant at the foot of a pillar.

In this careless moment, when she looked back, Luo Qingzhou was no longer around.

She was stunned for a moment, and then started walking around the ruins alone.

She struggled to climb up to the base of the pillar, walked around it a few times, jumped off again, and went to another place.

Any collapsed beam looked like a huge thing to her. Even though she was tired of running around, she didn't see anything new. Instead, she saw a few skeletons.

Because of the passage of time, the bones had weathered. Jiang Li had just come closer, and the bones seemed to have been blown up by the breeze and scattered into the distance.

Jiang Li looked along the way, rubbing his sore neck from time to time, and occasionally exclaiming in surprise.

In these ruins, she saw traces of countless swords, and her mind was filled with cruel scenes from the war.

She sighed and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, the ruins began to shake violently, and the high-standing ruins seemed to be about to fall down, making a terrifying tremor.

Jiang Li was slightly startled. Just when he was surprised, a ray of light appeared from a short distance away. It rushed into the air and then fell straight down, walking freely among the ruins.

That's...a machete?

She stared at the light intently, her heart beating inexplicably.

At the same time, countless monks appeared, and everyone's target was the scimitar.

"It turns out to be an immortal weapon!!"

The monk who spoke was so excited that his voice trembled, and his eyes shone with astonishing light.

That is a fairy weapon!!!

Countless monks rushed towards the scimitar as if they were crazy, their eyes full of madness.

The two god-transformation monks and Gong Beiming rushed to the front, reaching out to grab the scimitar.

Gong Beiming was more skilled, holding the scimitar tightly in his hand, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

But how could the two god-transformation monks give up willingly, even if they launched an attack on him?

The high-ranking monk's casual attack caused the landslide and the ground to crack. The already dilapidated ruins were severely damaged again, and several monks were also affected. They fell to the ground with serious injuries and were buried by the collapsed ruins.

When Gong Beiming saw that he had obtained the fairy weapon, he tried to put the fairy weapon into the storage ring while resisting the attack.

But something surprising happened to him. The immortal weapon easily broke away from him and quickly flew away to other places.

His face suddenly darkened, and he turned around and continued to chase.

Jiang Li stood in the corner, looking at the scimitar flying over, doubts gradually gathering in his eyes.

The scent of this scimitar feels so familiar...

The black figure on the top of the snowy mountain appeared in her mind, and she was slightly surprised. The aura of this scimitar was exactly the same as that of that senior.

But she clearly remembered that the scimitar used by that senior was not this scimitar...

Jiang Li had no answers to all the doubts in her heart. When she saw the scimitar flying over, she hurriedly hid by a pillar on the side because behind the scimitar were the menacing Gong Beiming and two god-transformation monks. She didn't know how to do that.

Stupidly resist.

But she still underestimated Gong Beiming's anger. He was surrounded by demonic energy. He didn't care if there was anyone below him. He raised his hand and slapped the scimitar fiercely, venting his anger at being teased.

"boom!"

A big palm fell from the sky, causing the scimitar to sway slightly, passed over Jiang Li's head, and flew away into the distance.

Poor Jiang Li was affected by this. The residual power of his big palm brushed past her, and she was knocked directly into the ground, and her eyesight turned black for a while.

Immediately afterwards, the power of two god-transformation monks passed by, overwhelming her for a while and making her breathless.

"puff!"

She spit out a mouthful of black blood and lay at the bottom of the pit, feeling chills in her heart.

She just couldn't resist the lingering power of the palm!

Anger flashed through Jiang Li's eyes. She slowly climbed up with her hands on the ground, looked at the figure that had flown away, and silently recorded Gong Beiming's palm.

She took a rejuvenation pill and struggled to climb up from the pit.

Only then did she realize that the monks had followed the scimitar and ran away, leaving the ruins.

Jiang Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and turned around in the other direction.

She is injured now, and following her will only cause trouble, so it is better to heal her injuries first.
Chapter completed!