Starting from Orion, kill a Martial Saint

Chapter 253 Battlefield

Like a gust of spring breeze blowing by, Wei Zheng felt his eyes bloom again.

Everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white mist, and countless bloody smells penetrated into Wei Zheng's nostrils from the gaps in the white mist.

This made Wei Zheng feel extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, violent murderous intent filled the air around Wei Zheng.

What followed was noisy and fanatical shouts of killing.

Wei Zheng's heart sank subconsciously, but a big hand suddenly patted his shoulder. At the moment of contact, an invisible and unclear film seemed to form around Wei Zheng, tightly wrapping Wei Zheng .

"Don't be afraid. This is just an illusion. No, it shouldn't be said to be an illusion. These are all things that are really happening.

This is the battlefield in Jizhou! "

The voice of Patriarch Qingjian rang in Wei Zheng’s ears.

The white fog gradually dissipated.

Wei Zheng looked at this real battlefield quietly, the surprise in his eyes almost leaked out of his eyes, and the coolness kept hammering Wei Zheng's body like a tide.

The battlefield is much crueler than Wei Zheng imagined.

What he saw before him was a huge battlefield.

Even if this was an illusion, he would not be harmed at all here - but the solemn and solemn atmosphere on the battlefield made him feel fear in his bones!

Wei Zheng seemed to be on a hill with an excellent view outside the battlefield. From here, he could clearly see the entire battlefield.

I saw a huge battlefield full of gunpowder smoke and fire, with yellow smoke billowing into the sky. The smell of blood was almost too strong to be dissolved. The broken limbs and broken arms were splashed with large amounts of blood under the flash of the sword.

The brave soldiers wearing large black armor fought with the barbarian soldiers. There was almost no tactics or strategies, and some were just head-to-head fights.

The armies on both sides, like densely packed ants, kept charging, but they continued to die in the waves of charges.

And in the battlefield, there seemed to be countless high-level martial arts hidden. Wei Zheng saw with his own eyes that a martial artist with a strong heart, with a wave of brute force, tore a hole in the long battle line, taking the people behind him with him. The soldiers launched a charge against the barbarian soldiers.

But their charge did not last long. Several barbarian warriors with their soldiers and horses attacked the warrior's team. In the attack from the front and back, the warrior was like an ant submerged by the tide. Soon, There was no trace.

In the huge meat grinder of war, human lives are like consumables. Every moment, someone loses his or her life in the fighting.

"Did you see it? The martial arts masters below the Immortals, in this battlefield, are like livestock. They are not valuable things at all."

There was a hint of melancholy in the voice of Patriarch Qingjian.

"This battle has been going on for at least a year."

"But if we continue with this method of fighting, not only the Daqian, but also the barbarians will soon kill all the people, right?"

Wei Zheng took a breath, his eyes full of doubts.

He knew that Da Gan's background was definitely not comparable to that of the barbarians living in a poor place. Logically speaking, with so many masters gathered on the battlefield, Da Gan could kill them all even if they piled up lives!

But now, the two parties actually ended up in a tie!

If this continues, I am afraid that all the martial arts masters in Daqian will go to the battlefield, and the martial arts masters in Qingzhou will definitely not be able to escape.

But strangely, Qingzhou has always been safe and sound.

"Not bad." The appreciation in Qingjian Ancestor's eyes became even stronger. "You are right. As you said, if the fight continues like this, no country can afford such losses. But look behind you."

Following the guidance of the Qingjian Ancestor, Wei Zheng saw an extremely strange scene behind the battlefield.

The Shangxingguan martial artist who just died on the battlefield is actually resurrected after the battlefield at this moment? !

It's not just him! Even the soldiers who followed him came back to life at this moment!

Wei Zheng suddenly realized something.

He looked up towards the sky and his pupils suddenly shrank.

There is someone in the sky!

No! That shouldn’t be called a human being! But some kind of will! Above the sky, colorful lights are constantly exchanging, and above the clouds, there seems to be countless wills lurking in it!

Only then did Wei Zheng understand.

The key to victory on this battlefield is not the soldiers on the battlefield, but those controlled by the consciousness above the sky! The battlefield seemed to have turned into a huge chessboard, and every soldier was a chess piece in their hands.

When a child falls, it brings about bursts of bloody fighting on the battlefield.

Wei Zheng's mouth opened slightly, and his whole body was deeply shocked by this contest.

If he were in this battlefield, he knew that he would have no room to resist.

This is the fate of every soldier. Their only role is to be used as pawns.

But does killing people on this battlefield give you experience?

In other words, if you really give it, the experience you can accumulate will be amazing, right?

"It's okay." Qingjian Patriarch's voice was filled with emotion.

This kid, he really saw it right.

He still remembered that when he first brought Liang Nanxun to the battlefield hundreds of years ago, the boy was almost frightened to the point of losing his balance.

But Wei Zheng, not only is he not afraid, but he seems to be looking forward to it?

What kind of character is this?

"Ancestor, so this battlefield is the Shura field where the true immortals of the barbarians and the true immortals of Dagan compete? If the immortals of Dagan win, then they will naturally win on the battlefield?"

"Yes. But the situation in Daqian is not good.

In the past ten years, Daqian has lost two true immortals, both of whom died on the battlefield. The barbarians seem to be getting braver and braver as they fight, and Jizhou can no longer bear it."

"So, you now understand why Xiaoliang is threatened by those monks, right?"

"Those two monks came from the capital." Wei Zheng quickly figured out the stakes.

If those monks blew wind in the royal ears, the emperor might get excited and ask the Qingjian Sect stationed in Qingzhou to join the battlefield.

Once it joins the battlefield, the foundation accumulated by the Green Sword Sect over the past millennium will completely collapse. By then, it is uncertain whether there will still be a Green Sword Sect or not.

"I think I will go to this battlefield soon."

There was a trace of melancholy in the voice of the Qingjian Ancestor.

If he really went to the battlefield, depending on his cultivation, he would soon fall into the battlefield.

After all, even true immortals have strengths and weaknesses.

If the Qingjian Sect no longer has its own protection and relies solely on Liang Nanxun, then the Qingjian Sect will soon be reduced to a third-rate sect.

Naturally, the title of No. 1 in Qingzhou cannot be maintained.

But reputations are all false.

What he fears most is that the Qingjian Sect will be destroyed because of this.

But now, he is not so worried.

With this disciple who can successfully enter the realm of immortals within a month of starting, why can't Qingjian Sect prosper again?

What he has to do is to help Liang Nanxun retain this disciple.

The ancestor of Qingjian sighed.

My heart is already full of melancholy.

I just hope that the conditions I offer can satisfy Wei Zheng

(End of this chapter)