The only way

Chapter 232
The day and night of the ancient battlefield changed only in an instant.

The Liuli Qinglian fire was burning a bone demon soldier into ashes, and a gray-white bone bead fell to the ground with a clatter. A pair of hands wearing silver-white translucent gloves had just picked up the bone bead.

Before the future is happy, the deep night of the ancient battlefield is like the ebb and flow of the tide. The darkness fades in an instant, and the faint light pervades the entire ancient battlefield.

The aura in his eyes dissipated, and Lingchu raised his head to look at the gray sky that had recovered and the red-black evil spirit that was gradually dissipating in his consciousness, feeling extremely reluctant in his heart.

With the effort of straightening up the waist, the originally boundless blue eye sockets and dense white bones and skulls all disappeared like weathered sand and stones in the blink of an eye, blending into the reddish-brown land.

God, why did it light up?
Lingchu secretly sighed in his heart, staring at the red-brown land for a few breaths, and sighed on Yubai's small face, dispelling the idea of ​​digging three feet into the ground.

In the dantian, there was a circle of life and death qi, and seeing that they could soon merge into a trace of innate good fortune, Lingchu nodded in satisfaction.

Contentment is always happy.

Think about it, there are still three years to go, and in three years, there are more than 1 nights.

Although it will take time to solidify and temper later, but if you continue to practice at this speed, after three years, even the late stage of foundation establishment is possible.

Almost in an instant, Lingchu thought about it. There are indeed many opportunities in the ancient battlefield, but they are all based on luck. She asked herself, she is not the darling of luck like Junior Brother Wu Yun. Aimlessly looking for the chance left by the so-called predecessors, it is better to search casually during the day, and at night, hunting bone beads well and improving cultivation is the right way.

Foreign objects are certainly gratifying, but whether it is a monk or a mortal, only oneself is the greatest reliability.

Improving one's own cultivation is the main thing, and when there are no bone demon soldiers in the daytime, it's second to try one's luck.

On the second day after entering the ancient battlefield, Lingchu decided on his strategy for the next three years in the ancient battlefield.

The evil-seeking stone on his waist was floating forward, Lingchu pondered for a moment, and then walked towards the place where the evil spirit was the strongest.

However, the pace of progress is much slower than the first day.

Although for Lingchu, at present, the night of the ancient battlefield, the seemingly endless bone demon soldiers are her greatest opportunity, but this does not prevent Lingchu from looking for other opportunities.

At most, don't just participate in the chaos.

But if she encounters an opportunity, she will not give up casually.

Outside the space of the ancient battlefield, above the mountains and sea of ​​clouds.

A whirlpool of black light floated quietly in mid-air, and beside the void whirlpool, there were several figures surrounded, each sitting cross-legged.

When the ancient battlefield alternates day and night, the outside world is also when the east rises and the west falls.

It is another scene where the golden glow renders the stratus clouds. The morning sun is vigorous, and it breaks out from the east at dawn, blooming thousands of golden lights, and the sea of ​​clouds is full of broken gold.

The white long-browed old man closest to the void vortex suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the west. On his old face, there was a pair of clear and childlike eyes. With a faint aura, a black and white Tai Chi spirit fish swam in his pupils.

This glance seemed to see through the meandering mountains and rivers, as if to see through the endless void.

Landed in an unknown distance.

"Yaozu, let's go in." The white-browed old man said lightly, his voice was low and gentle, with a strange power to comfort people's hearts.

Of course, what he said was shocking enough.

The Nascent Soul True Lords sitting around the void vortex were all startled, and some reacted quickly, such as Bishui Zhenjun, who frowned slightly when he heard the words, and there was a stern look on his graceful face, and his eyes were fixed on the white eyebrows. The old man, "Senior Baimei, what do you mean by that? Isn't there only one entrance to the ancient battlefield?"

The words of Zhenjun Bishui fell, and the old man Baimei hadn't answered. All the Zhenjun Yuanying who came back to their senses frowned and remained silent, but Zhenjun Fengting raised his eyebrows and shouted directly, "Senior Baimei, you have already Got it? Why didn't you tell us in advance!"

The white-browed old man withdrew his gaze, the black and white spirit fish in his eyes disappeared without a trace, his eyes faded to clarity, and he looked at Zhenjun Fengting deeply and peacefully, "I am indeed only now aware of this matter, but, as early as a few days ago, The old man occasionally got a feeling, started divination and divination, and got a hexagram, knowing that there will be variables during this trip to the ancient battlefield, and this variable will affect the general situation of the Eastern Continent, but he does not know what the variable is. That's why this old man took the initiative to invite Ying to escort his disciples to this ancient battlefield."

"Senior never prevented this change, but this change is beneficial to our Eastern Continent Immortal Sect?" Master Yunlan put away the lazy look on his face, and said with a rare seriousness.

The white-browed old man glanced at Zhenjun Yunlan, but did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, stopping Qingling Zhenjun who wanted to set up a barrier to isolate the connection between the outside world and this place, "It's okay to say it. , this hexagram image, no profit or loss."

"That is to say, I don't know if it's good or bad?" Zhenjun Bishui's delicate brows frowned more and more tightly.

If it's beneficial, it's okay for the disciples to increase some risks.

However, it would be a pity if it was useless and the disciples of the sect were lost in vain, especially the disciples who entered the ancient battlefield are all the best in the sect.

"At least, it's not without gain," the one-armed man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Didn't senior Baimei say it? The one who went in was the monster clan."

"It seems that the Yaozu is about to make a big move." Zhenjun Yunlan squeezed his chin with one hand, tapped his chin lightly with his slender fingers, and continued thoughtfully.

"The general situation between heaven and earth is a struggle between you and me. Although the monster clan retreated to the [-] mountains and ruled across the mountain from the fairy gates like us, the monster clan has never been a race that keeps its own law and order." Chi Yang said. Daoist Huaiyang of Zong said coldly, with a cold look on his face, and when he mentioned the monster race, a trace of hatred flashed between his brows and feathers.

The white-browed old man took a deep look at Zhenjun Huaiyang, and said, "The monster clan borrowed the weak space of that abyss, and used the ancient battlefield token handed down by the monster clan from ancient times as a guide, while I waited to open the ancient battlefield At this time, a temporary passage leading to the ancient battlefield was opened by borrowing force. However, the passage opened by this method is probably full of space cracks, and there are probably not one out of ten monsters who can enter alive and come out alive. cruel."

"The monster race has no humanity at all." Huaiyang Zhenjun said with sarcasm in his tone.

With a flick of the dust whisk in the hand, the sea of ​​clouds that was originally flowing quietly on the top of the mountain suddenly rolled endlessly, like the undulating waves of the sea, but when the dust whisk was collected in the hand, the sea of ​​rolling clouds was still continuously undulating, and the fine golden clouds jumped on the sea of ​​clouds .

The white-browed old man showed a kind and peaceful smile on his face, and he spoke leisurely, "Don't worry, the monsters want to find the remains of the ancient beasts, so let them go, until the end, where did the so-called leftovers come from? Still unknown."

Hearing this, all the Nascent Soul cultivators all changed expression, looked at the churning sea of ​​clouds, remained silent, and finally looked away, closed their eyes again and adjusted their breath, all around in silence.

The ancient battlefield was not a good place in the first place, but now, it is just an extra experience.

What's more, chance, whose chance, whose fate, until the end, who knows?
(End of this chapter)