Chapter 31

The ruins of the ancient battlefield, like the ruins of the sword tomb, are another world.

After Li Goyi brought Xiao Qianjun in, he appeared in a vast wilderness.

In the wilderness, there are corpses everywhere. A small river meanders and flows into the distance. The river is full of floating corpses and bloody water, which can be called a bloody oar.

The crimson blood soaked the surrounding fields into blood.

A few vultures soared in the air, making a hoarse and mournful cry.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qianjun, who was standing next to Li Xiangyi, held his clothes and said weakly, "Brother, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid that this is an ancient battlefield, it's just a reappearance of the distant scene, just like that mirage."

Mr. Xiaoqian understood what he heard, but was still afraid, and jumped onto the elder brother's left shoulder.

As if to refute Li Goyi's words, just after he finished speaking, a pair of dark soldiers in strong and sharp clothes came from the fog.

"Eldest 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 yin soldier team, the weakest one was at the beginning of the seventh realm, and the team was at the eighth realm.

No wonder the three members of the Demon Slaying Squad said that this ancient battlefield was very dangerous, and it didn't look like it was prepared for low-level monks at all.

For any small team that came across at random, the pawns would be at least level seven.

How powerful should the lieutenants, generals, and even the commander-in-chief of the three armies be?

If such a group of troops were sent to the outside world, would it still be worth it?

However, the more this is the case, the more Li Gou is interested in what happened in the other place that day.

After all, such a terrifying team has also been killed and turned into a dark soldier.

How strong should the power to destroy them be?

When Li Goyi and Xiao Qianjun were looking at the Yin soldier team, the Yin soldiers also spotted them, changed direction, and walked straight towards them.

Their speed is not considered fast, but there is an extremely strong coercion. The soldiers are strong, the military discipline is strict, and they are not afraid of death. Such a dark army team cannot be resisted by ordinary people.

Li Xiangyi didn't provoke them, and led Xiaoqianjun, riding the [Quick Wind], and fled quickly.

Half an hour later, Li Goyi and Xiao Qianjun arrived outside a dilapidated small town.

That small city in the wilderness looks like a military town at first glance.

On the outer houses and inner city walls of the military town, there are traces of fighting with knives and axes everywhere.

At the highest point in the center of the town is a dilapidated fortress, with a flagpole erected on it, and a half-mutilated military flag hanging on the flagpole.

The military flag was soaked in blood, and Li Goyi had never seen the pattern on it in any book, and it didn't look like the style of this world.

"Brother, there is someone under the flagpole!"

Xiaoqianjun suddenly pointed to the flagpole in the distance and whispered.

She was still carrying a small bookcase on her back. As her body doubled in size, the small bookcase for storage also became larger. It still fits well behind her back.

Li Goyi looked in the direction she pointed, and he saw a person sitting beside a half-collapsed stone house on the right side of the flagpole.

Half of the man's body has been rotten, and his whole body is filled with lifeless energy. He should also be a Yin soldier.

But he was different from ordinary Yin soldiers. The Yin soldier team that Li Goyi and Xiao Qianjun had just encountered was intact except for being lifeless.

The armor on his body, as well as the long knife and spear in his hand, even shone brightly, almost like new ones.

And the Yin soldier under the flagpole looked like a man who had just crawled out of the dead.

Li Goyi didn't approach rashly, but turned to the side and watched from a distance.

Soon he and Mr. Xiaoqian saw his appearance clearly.

This should be an old pawn with a late eighth stage cultivation, which is a bit stronger than the team leader of the Yin Soldier Squad that he encountered before.

His two eye sockets had no eyeballs, they were dark, but he seemed to be able to see, and he glanced at Li Goyi and the others.

But there was no more reaction, and he turned back, looking down at the object in his hand.

He held 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?
"Eldest brother, is he missing his hometown?"

"Perhaps so."

Li Gouan suddenly remembered an allusion: Besieged on all sides.

Perhaps this old soldier who crawled out of the dead was really missing his hometown.

Every time the Taixu old turtle migrates, won't these Yin soldiers and heroic souls who died in battle go home?

Over the ancient battlefield, there was also half a waning sun. The dim sunlight shone on the dilapidated army town, and also shone on the old soldiers who died in battle under the flagpole, looking lonely and tragic.

Millions of comrades died in battle, and a solitary soul guarded the old camp.

"Let's go."

After watching for half a quarter of an hour, Li Goyi chose to leave quietly, not to disturb the old soldier.

After dozens of breaths, the two came to a high mountain.

At a glance, there are three almost parallel dry river valleys ahead.

Xiaoqianjun said crisply: "Eldest brother, this is the Sanku River Valley, it seems not far from the Shuofeng abandoned city where Sister Nanjun and the others retreated. Let's go find Sister Nanjun?"

Li Xiangyi nodded: "Okay, let's go to Shuofeng Abandoned City."

Mr. Xiaoqian was very happy, turned into a green shadow, and flew in the direction of the three dry river valleys first.

Suddenly, a blue and strange whirlwind blew up around the entire Gaoling.

"This is Youlan Weifeng, Xiaoqian'er, come back quickly!"

Li Xiangyi wanted to pull Xiao Qianjun back, but he was too late.

I saw the blue and strange whirlwind flash a bright blue light, and then disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

Xiao Qianjun also disappeared.

Li Xiangyi hastily made a formula and used [Dayi Tianji Technique] to deduce Xiaoqianjun's whereabouts.

……

A piece of black Gobi covered with wind-eroded mushrooms lay somewhere in the ancient battlefield, like a black devil city.

A girl in a green skirt carrying a small bookcase hid behind a large mound, poked her head out, and looked around cautiously.

Her body was covered with mud, her little face was still stained with tears, and she looked pitiful.

It was Xiao Qianjun who was separated from the big brother.

Seeing that there was no movement around, nor did she see Yin Soldiers, Heroic Souls, or Blue Wind, she bravely climbed up the mound.

Looking around, seeing that there was still no senior brother, the little guy's face was wrinkled, as if he was about to cry again.

In the end, she held back her tears, and made a trumpet shape with both hands, calling out softly and full of expectation: "Elder brother! Elder brother——"

She didn't call for senior brother, but a young fat Taoist priest.

"Huh? What a spiritual monster!"

The young chubby Taoist priest was very surprised to see Mr. Xiaoqian, and then he was overjoyed: "It just so happens that my small blessed land of Yintu still lacks a spirit of conservation."

"Little guy, come with me, my brother will find you a birthplace where you can quickly grow into a spirit demon."

The first moment Xiaoqianjun saw the fat young Taoist priest, he was terrified, and when he heard his words, his face turned pale with fright.

"I won't go with you!"

"Let's go, Brother Xiaodao has a lot of spirits that contain the spirits of plants and trees, so he won't treat you badly."

Whoosh!
Mr. Xiaoqian directly turned into a cyan sword light and fled into the distance.

"It's still a natural sword grass? That's great. With you, my little blessed land of Yin soil will definitely be upgraded to a higher level and become a real blessed land."

The young fat Taoist priest was even more pleasantly surprised.

While running away, Xiaoqianjun shouted: "My elder brother is Li Xiangyi from Hanshan Academy, if you dare to arrest me, he will not let you go."

"Li Goyi from Hanshan Academy? Is that the one who tied with Xiao Ye and killed Yin Yang, the sect of Broken Sword?"

"Yes!"

"He's indeed a remarkable person, but he's not here right now. I caught you and put you in the little blessed land of Yintu, without anyone noticing it. No matter how powerful he is, what can he do to me?"

As soon as the fat young Taoist finished speaking, a clear voice sounded from the left:

"Is it?"

(End of this chapter)

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