After cleaning the road, Feng Moxi said to Ouyang Qingcheng: "Old rule, we will open the road ahead. You can slow down before setting off."

After all, there are many experts in their team.

Cleaning roadblocks in front will not easily cause casualties.

"Be careful!"

"Yes, you should be careful too!"

The more you go, the darkness shrouded between heaven and earth becomes more and more.

The feeling of depression was like a feeling of storm coming on the top of the head.

A strong yin energy hits my face.

It feels creepy.

The flat ground began to become uneven.

There are even some big pits with small pits.

Everyone was careful and groping forward slowly.

"Look at this place, what is it?"

A cultivator exhaled in a low voice.

Everyone turned around and looked, and saw half a broken blade buried underground appeared in front of him.

Rust-stained and looks very old.

Chaoyang squatted down and gently touched it with the big knife in his hand.

The broken blade, half buried in the ground, broke and corroded in an instant.

Everyone looked out along this land and saw countless remaining weapons and broken weapons scattered among the small buns.

Go forward the further.

The more quantity it will be.

Extending toward the surroundings.

Nangong Qianxi murmured: "Is this the real dark battlefield?"

A gust of cold wind came, and the eyes were filled with the aura of slaughter.

Suddenly, a ball of black gas slowly rose from the ground.

Entangled towards them.

The black aura was wrapped in the cold and scattered in the sky.

"I, why do I feel cold on my back!"

"Don't scare yourself."

"Shhh, quietly~!"

All the monks slowly retreated back and formed a group.

A strong wind gushed in.

Suddenly, the slightly black bones were exposed.

Even if the dust is covered.

It is impossible to cover up the lush dry bones.

At this moment, the black air blew, and the dry bones suddenly moved again.

Everyone was so scared that they almost jumped up.

A hurricane-like disk suddenly surged out within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Spinning in the sky.

"What's this?"

"I don't know, retreat, exit the range of this disc."

"Amitabha~!"

The disc seemed to penetrate the vortex and was instantly separated into two halves.

Half white and half dark, like countless stars of inspiration.

The collision quickly came together.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Woo~huh~!"

Those sounds are like ghosts crying and gods crying, making people feel palpitations.

The collision is getting more and more intense.

Feng Moxi and his party looked at mid-air in surprise, and the corners of their surprised lips could not be put together for a long time.

"They, their ghosts are still fighting?"

"The soul remains undispersed..."

"Bang bang bang~!"

The huge explosion sounded in the sky, and the spinning hurricane blew so hard that everyone could not open their eyes.

"It's so crazy!"

A moment when the black star overwhelms the white light, and a moment when the white light overwhelms the black star again.

The whole sky was filled with strange light.

The two black and white beams are like endless, constantly spinning in the air, unable to tell each other.

At this moment, Chaoyang became impatient.

He bowed his hand and shouted loudly: "Seniors, juniors, I'll pass by here, and I hope you can make it easier to let it go."

After saying that, he bowed three times on the spot.

Very pious.

This attitude exceeds everyone's perception of him.

"Boom~!" A huge black light exploded in the air.

Countless stars turned into black balls and drilled into the sand.

The world is silent.

Everyone had no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, a red blood mist suddenly rose from the ground.

"I'll go~, come again." Everyone quickly picked up their spiritual light to protect their bodies and gathered together.

A small magic array was formed in groups of three or five.

Everyone felt that this red blood mist was stronger than before.

Sure enough, the blood mist slowly penetrated the magic circle.

That feeling of palpitations makes people dare not move.

At the same time, Feng Moxi's eyes were in front of him.

The scene suddenly became blurred.

I saw monks all over the mountains fighting with groups of demon cultivators surrounded by black fog.

The world is dark.

The smell of blood was disgustingly rich in the air.

There are wreckage everywhere, countless broken weapons can be seen everywhere, and wolf smoke is everywhere.

At this time, the yellow land was stained with blood and black.

When fighting together, the demons first fought with spiritual power, and then fought with mediocrity.

Yes, the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

You punch and I will hit you, what is the difficulty?

Some people even bit each other's neck and never let go.

The other party hit the other party's head with his fist.

Finally, they died together.

The battlefield extends forward bit by bit.
To be continued...