The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

Boom!

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, and in the next moment, he flashed to a distance of several feet. Yin and Yang energies appeared in his hands without him even noticing.

His palm struck directly onto the black boulder in front of him.

With a deafening roar, the boulder shattered into dust, which drifted through the air.

Most importantly, Li Qingshan felt that he had not suffered any damage and his internal energy was still abundant.

That's right.

After several days, Li Qingshan finally transformed his true energy into protective energy, giving him terrifying power with every move he made.

Feeling the various changes occurring within his body, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

"I am confident that I can suppress myself within three breaths."

No wonder those grandmasters had such a strong presence in front of me.

However, the most important thing is my profound origin and the power of the Nine Revolutions Returning to Origin Technique. It's just a pity that this technique is no longer keeping up with me; it seems I need to obtain the Empress's inheritance as soon as possible.

Qianqian flew over from the side, her face full of endearing charm, and said:

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations on reaching the Grandmaster realm!"

Li Qingshan smiled and nodded, then raised his gaze and silently looked into the distance.

The surrounding vengeful spirits and dark clouds were completely swept away the moment he broke through.

At this moment, the ancient battlefield, which should have been shrouded in gloom and filled with malevolent energy, has now become a peaceful place, with sunlight faintly visible overhead.

"It's time to set off."

Li Qingshan murmured softly.

He couldn't help but touch the smooth, radish-like white ginseng behind him.

He had already eaten all of the white deer ginseng's whiskers; now, for cultivation, he would need to consume its main body.

Li Qingshan just didn't know if he could withstand the effects of the medicine.

"Perhaps after I obtain enough inheritance, I can give it a try. After all, keeping this position on my body is a disaster. It would be better to turn waste into treasure and integrate it into one."

Li Qingshan thought to himself silently.

Immediately, he strode out and headed into the depths of the battlefield.

What Li Qingshan didn't know was that as he wandered deep into the battlefield, a figure was searching for his trail.

Zhong Yunwei's face was ashen, his clothes were tattered, and dark clouds lingered around him, with the faint image of wronged spirits rising up.

"Damn it, it's all that damned Li Qingshan's fault. Otherwise, I wouldn't have risked my life to set foot in this evil place."

This place is an ancient battlefield, filled with an unknown amount of malevolent energy, and haunted by all sorts of vengeful spirits. If it weren't for my formidable strength, I would probably have already met my demise.

No, I have to find Li Qingshan, otherwise my losses will be too great.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yunwei gritted his teeth, then unleashed his inner energy once more and stepped deeper into the depths.

just.

The slender figure that had originally protected Li Qingshan slowly appeared behind Zhong Yunwei. She stretched out her delicate finger and pointed it at the air in front of her.

In an instant, the surrounding dark clouds gradually lightened, and even the vengeful spirits that had been harassing Zhong Yunwei diminished considerably.

"Go ahead. What Li Qingshan needs most right now is a whetstone. Only in this way can he polish himself until he is ready to be drawn."

After the woman finished speaking, her figure vanished again, as if she had never existed.

……

"So you mean this is the place where the Empress's legacy is passed down?"

Li Qingshan stared in disbelief at the unremarkable stone platform in front of him and the half-inch sharp blade stuck in it.

He didn't know what to do or think.

In his mind, at the very least, the place where this empress passed on her legacy should be inside a mountain cave, a place fraught with danger and filled with treasures, which he would have to overcome countless difficulties to obtain.

But who would have thought?

Qianqian, the sword spirit of the Nine Yang Sword, told herself that the inheritance was this very blade.

"Master, please take the blade first. As for the rest, perhaps I can know more after my memories are restored."

Qianqian said somewhat shyly.

Li Qingshan nodded but did not approach. Instead, he pointed his finger, and his body surged with qi, directly clamping the sword blade between his fingers.

The next moment, the Nine Yang Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a wisp of qi was injected into it, instantly attracting the blade.

hum!

With a roar, the Nine Yang Sword absorbed the qi, and in the next moment, the sword grew even larger.

"That's right, all that's missing is the sword tip. Then we can get the complete Nine Yang Sword, which is a divine weapon."

"Once we can integrate them, they will be perfectly sufficient for future battles and large-scale engagements."

At this moment, Li Qingshan sighed slightly.

"Perhaps, once I break through to the Celestial Realm, I can go even further? And comprehend more of the mysteries within the Nine Yang Sword?"

As numerous thoughts surged through Li Qingshan's mind, he suddenly dodged backward.

This flash covered dozens of feet.

Where he had just stood, a huge boulder had somehow created a crater deeper than a person.

To know.

This place is a remnant of an ancient battlefield. Every inch of the ground has witnessed battles between powerful figures, making it extremely deep and resilient.

Even a peak-level expert in True Qi cannot harm it in the slightest.

This clearly demonstrates the formidable strength of the person who made the move.

Moreover, if Li Qingshan hadn't reacted so quickly, he probably would have been torn to pieces and scattered by that attack.

"Hiss, you actually broke through to the Grandmaster realm! Damn it! My disciple is so fortunate, yet he couldn't break through, but you got the better deal."

Zhong Yunwei emerged from the shadows, furious and acting like a madman.

He was completely unaware that the surrounding malevolent energy had thoroughly affected him.

After all, he was not Li Qingshan; he had neither a pure yang body nor the power to resist fourth-rate yin spirits.

Having walked this battlefield for so long without losing his life, it can be said that he has a deep affinity with the world.

"Who are you?"

Li Qingshan had a rough idea of ​​the other party's identity, but he still questioned him coldly at this moment.

"Me?! Hahaha, Qi Xu, whom you killed outside this ancient battlefield, is my disciple."

"Today I will avenge my disciple and kill you right here."

Li Qingshan sneered, gripped the Nine Yang Sword in his hand, and golden light shone in his eyes.

He realized that the old man's mind had been completely bewitched by the surrounding Yin energy.

It's possible that the other party walked right into a trap, or it's possible that someone secretly intervened, wanting to use the other party to get rid of them, or to hone their skills.

None of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that this old scoundrel is doomed to die today, and will be buried here forever, never to be reborn!