Zhang Yang and others stood on a cliff standing on a wall and looked into the distance.

Behind them, you can still see the remaining greenness of the green mountains. If you move forward, there are only yellow sand, gravel, and lightning-like cracks in the space!

"From forward, it is the ancient battlefield. There may be some powerful monsters on the ancient battlefield, or monsters with relatively large community sizes. Some monsters are fatal to ordinary monks, but for us, it should not pose much threat. What we need to be careful about is these space cracks..."

Zhang Yang was explaining when he saw Jiuying wave his sleeves and several fox geese appear in front of him, just one by one.

Obviously, the other party has been prepared long ago.

It was a little speechless at the moment.

"Let's go!"

Jiuying greeted him.

"Hahaha..." Seeing Zhang Yang ate Xiaoxiao, Tenglin and others laughed.

Palala!

The fox geese flapped their wings and flew forward.

Zhang Yang and others used their spiritual sense or magic power to restrain their foxes and geese from time to time and move forward. (To be continued in this article, provided by the Flashing God Camera. voting recommendations and monthly votes is the author's greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!