The ancient battlefield ruins, like the sword tomb ruins, also have another world.
After Li Chaoyi took Xiao Qianjun in, they appeared in a vast wilderness.
In the wilderness, there are corpses everywhere, and a small river winds into the distance. The river is full of floating corpses and bloody water, which can be called a blood raft.
The crimson blood soaked the surrounding wilderness into blood.
Several vultures soared in the sky, making hoarse and sad calls.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Qianjun, who was standing next to Li Xianyue, took hold of the hem of his clothes and said weakly: "Elder brother, I'm a little scared."
"Don't be afraid. This is an ancient battlefield. It's just a distant scene reappearing, just like a mirage."
Xiao Qianjun understood clearly, but was still afraid and jumped onto the senior brother's left shoulder.
As if to refute Li Xianyi's words, as soon as he finished speaking, a pair of soldiers wearing armor and strong swords came out of the fog.
"Elder brother, they are so scary!" Xiao Qianjun said in a low voice.
Li Xiangyi raised his eyes and saw that there were ten people in this team of Yin soldiers. The weakest one was at the early stage of the Seventh Realm, and the team was at the Eighth Realm.
No wonder the three members of the demon-slaying team said that day that this ancient battlefield was very dangerous and did not look like it was prepared for low-level monks.
If you encounter a small team at random, the soldiers will be at least level seven.
How powerful must the captains, generals, and even the commander-in-chief of the three armies above be?
How would it be possible for such a group of troops to be released to the outside world?
However, the more this happened, the more Li Xianyi became interested in what happened in the land beyond that day.
After all, such a terrifying team was killed in battle and turned into evil soldiers.
How violent should the power that destroys them be?
When Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun were looking at the team of Yin soldiers, the Yin soldiers also noticed them, changed their direction, and walked straight towards them.
Their speed is not very fast, but they exude a strong coercion. Their soldiers are strong, their military discipline is strict, and they are not afraid of death. Such a team of Yin soldiers is not something ordinary people can resist.
Li Changyi did not provoke them, and took Xiao Qianjun with him to ride on the [Kuai Zai Feng] and escape quickly.
Half an hour later, Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun arrived outside a dilapidated small town.
The small town in the wilderness looks like a military town at first glance.
The outer houses of the military town and the inner city walls are full of traces of fighting with swords and axes.
At the highest point in the center of the town is a damaged fortress, with a flagpole erected on it, and a half-broken military flag hanging on the flagpole.
The military flag was soaked in blood, and the pattern on it was something Li Changye had never seen in any book before. It didn't look like the style of this world.
"Elder brother, there is someone under that flagpole!"
Xiao Qianjun suddenly pointed to the flagpole in the distance and whispered.
She was still carrying the small book box on her back. As her body doubled in size, the small storage book box also grew in size. It was still very suitable to carry it behind her back.
Li looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough he saw a person sitting on the right side of the flagpole, beside a half-collapsed stone house.
Half of that man's body has rotted away, and his whole body is filled with deathly aura. He must also be a Yin soldier.
But he is different from ordinary Yin soldiers. The Yin soldier team that Li Qianye and Xiao Qianjun just encountered was completely intact except that it was lifeless.
The armor on his body, as well as the long knife and war spear in his hand, were even polished and shiny, almost like new.
The Yin soldier under the flagpole looks like a slain man who has just crawled out of a pile of dead men.
Li Chaoyi did not approach rashly, but walked around to the side and watched from a distance.
Soon he and Xiao Qianjun saw his appearance clearly.
This should be an old pawn with a late-stage cultivation in the Eighth Realm, which is a bit better than the leader of the Yin Soldier Squadron he encountered before.
There were no eyeballs in his two eye sockets, and they were dark, but he seemed to be able to see. He glanced towards Li Xiangye and the others.
But there was no further response, so he turned back and looked down at the object in his hand.
He was holding a bone flute in his hand and seemed to want to play it.
However.
He only has one right hand left. How can he play the flute?
"Elder brother, is he missing his hometown?"
"Maybe."
Li Chaoyi suddenly remembered an allusion: Besieged on all sides.
Maybe this old soldier who crawled out from the dead was really missing his hometown.
Every time Taixu Old Turtle migrates, won't he let these Yin soldiers who died in battle return home?
There was half a waning sun over the ancient battlefield. The dim sunlight shone on the dilapidated military town and on the veterans who died in battle under the flagpole, making them look lonely and solemn.
Millions of comrades died in the battle, leaving only one lone soul guarding the camp.
"let's go."
After watching for half an hour, Li Changyi chose to leave quietly and not disturb the old soldier.
After dozens of breaths, the two came to a high ridge.
At a glance, there are three nearly parallel dry valleys ahead.
Xiao Qianjun said crisply: "Elder brother, this is the Sangan River Valley. It seems to be not far from Shuofeng Abandoned City where Sister Nanjun and the others are retreating. Let's go find Sister Nanjun?"
Li Xianyue nodded: "Okay, let's go to Shuofeng Waste City."
Xiao Qianjun was very happy, turned into a green shadow, and took the lead in flying towards the three dry river valleys.
Suddenly, a blue and strange whirlwind blew around the entire high mountain.
"This is the blue and treacherous wind, Xiao Qian'er, come back quickly!"
Li Xiangye wanted to pull Xiao Qianjun back, but he was already too late.
I saw the blue and strange whirlwind flashing with a bright blue light, and then disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.
Xiao Qianjun also disappeared.
Li Qianye quickly made secrets and used the [Dayi Tianji Technique] to deduce Xiao Qianjun's whereabouts.
…
A black desert covered with wind-eroded mushrooms lies somewhere in the ancient battlefield, like a black devil city.
A girl in a green skirt, carrying a small bookcase on her back, hid behind a large mound of earth, stuck out her little head, and carefully looked around.
Her body was covered with mud, and there were still tears on her face, looking pitiful.
It was Xiao Qianjun who was separated from his senior brother.
Seeing that there was no movement around her, and she didn't see any Yin soldiers, heroic souls, or blue treacherous winds, she plucked up her courage and climbed up the mound.
Looking around, I saw that there was still no sign of the senior brother. The little guy's face was wrinkled, as if he was about to cry again.
In the end, she refrained from crying, made trumpet-like shapes with her hands, and called softly and expectantly: "Eldest Brother! Eldest Brother——"
She didn't call her senior brother, but she called a young fat Taoist priest.
"Huh? What a spiritual little plant spirit!"
The young fat Taoist priest was very surprised to see Xiao Qianjun, and then he was overjoyed: "It just so happens that my little blessed land of Yin Earth still lacks a spirit of maintenance."
"Little guy, come with me. My brother will find you a treasure land that will allow you to quickly grow into a spirit demon."
The first moment Xiao Qianjun saw the fat young Taoist priest, he was very frightened. Now when he heard his words, his face turned pale with fright.
"I won't go with you!"
"Let's go. Brother Xiaodao has many spiritual objects that contain the spirits of plants and trees. He won't treat you badly."
Whoosh!
Xiao Qianjun turned into a blue sword light and fled into the distance.
"It's actually a natural sword grass? That's great. With you, my little blessed land of Yin Earth will surely reach a higher level and become a real blessed land."
The young fat Taoist priest was even more surprised.
Xiao Qianjun ran away and shouted: "My senior brother is Li Chang of Hanshan Academy. If you dare to catch me, he will not let you go."
"Li Changyue of Hanshan Academy? Is he the same Li Changyue who fought to a draw with Xiao Ye and killed Yin Yan of the Broken Blade Sect?"
"yes!"
"You are indeed an amazing person, but he is not here right now. I captured you and put you in the small blessed land of the underworld without anyone noticing. No matter how powerful he is, what can he do to me?"
As soon as the fat young Taoist priest finished speaking, a clear voice sounded from the left: