The remnant sun danced like blood and fire in the yellow sand, and in the lonely and desolate evening wind, a spaceship slowly landed in the depths of this ancient blood-colored battlefield, and soon the spaceship set off again and walked alone to the depths of the battlefield in the same place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Huan looked at the endless desert in the distance, and his expression did not change much, but the piercing chill in the depths of his eyes could not be hidden, the Wind Emperor, right, the Thunder Emperor, and you guys, this account will be settled with you sooner or later.

Wu Huan was exiled, to be precise, Bing Fengjun threw Wu Huan into the depths of the blood-colored battlefield under countless pressures, and he said that he would not appear in the world for a hundred years, and the Wind Emperor even placed a ban on him, and there was no special breath of the blood-colored battlefield, suppressing the four forces of the battlefield, and when they received the news, they were killed without mercy, and this was the best result that Bing Fengjun and others fought for, originally the Wind Emperor and they also wanted to set up a positioning device on Wu Huan.

The movements involved in the whole thing were unexpectedly large, from the various legion forces to the countless immortals behind the legions, the top and other forces were involved, and the sect elders behind those who were killed by Wu Huan were all in unison to force the forgery union to exert pressure. In the higher realm that Wuhuan can't reach now, I don't know how many old monsters such as the earth and the sky come forward, their intention was originally to Wuhuan's fate, but at this time, Bi Lao appeared in the Canglan plane, and then there were forces standing behind Feng Xiang, Aya, Rhine and others, and the battle in the temple was originally the spiritual wind plane and other forces that were at the loss first, plus the village of the Canglan plane and some helping forces, and finally the two sides compromised with each other, and Wu Huan's death crime could be avoided, and the crime of living could not be escaped, and he must be punished, so three days later, a spaceship appeared on the edge of this bloody battlefield with Wu Huan, and Wu Huan would be exiled here for a hundred years。

Originally, according to the slashing Dao and the others, they meant to send Wu Huan to the God Devouring Prison, but they were opposed by the Wind Emperor and others, I don't know if it was a coincidence that they proposed that the place where Wu Huan was exiled was a bloody battlefield, as for the reason, the environment there was harsh, and the evil qi dissipated between heaven and earth and so on could not be absorbed for a long time, and it was no problem to stay for a year or two, but after ten years, that kind of evil qi accumulated over time would definitely corrode the foundation of a cultivator, unless you don't cultivate, waste a hundred years. A hundred years is not long, but it is enough to directly flatten or even surpass the gap between Wuhuan and everyone at this time, they still want to abolish Wuhuan!

Chopping Dao and the others didn't know the plans of the Wind Emperor and the others, and everyone in the exiled place chose and chose the well-known dangerous land, and the opinions of the Jedi were even more difficult to unify, and finally they gave the choice to Wu Huan, although the bloody battlefield may be cultivated to stagnate for a hundred years, there is also a certain threat, but it is safer than other dangerous places that will fall at any time, and finally Wu Huan chose the bloody battlefield.

Looking at the sneering faces of those people when they left, Wuhuan really had the urge to draw a knife, and under the ill-intentioned gaze of the Wind Emperor and others, Wuhuan sneered in his heart, this time your abacus was wrong, not only will I not stagnate, on the contrary, I will surprise you, and then, you wait for me.

Zheng .......

Choke......

Airplanes......

Roar......

Wu Huan, who was walking on the blood-colored battlefield, felt the excitement of the thousands of soldiers contending on the Burial Soldier Peak in the sea of knowledge at this time, and the roar of a hundred beasts, here Wu Huan condensed the prototype of the enchantment, and this is the most suitable place for Wu Huan to cultivate.

I don't know that in fact, the Wind Emperor and the others who have been cheated by Wuhuan glanced at each other after leaving the Bingfeng Army, and in the following period of time, the tasks related to the bloody battlefield have exploded, and people from various legions have continued to pour into it, and of course, there are many people who have stayed there forever.

The vastness and strangeness of the blood-colored battlefield Wuhuan has been roughly experienced once, the last time he came with a large army, he just simply passed by, and now Wuhuan will be here for a hundred years, and a hundred years may be enough for Wuhuan to detect a large area.

"Boy, do you know the so-called realm division in the mythological period?" The voice of the Wailing Mountain Range sitting on the ground without joy sounded in his ears.

"What's the difference?" Wu Huan asked rhetorically, the division of the cultivation realm was already very detailed, and it was rumored that this method was passed down from a certain great power after ascending to the sky.

"Also, the current division of the realm is very clear and detailed, and it is indeed more accurate than the division of the mythological period!" said Illusory World Yuan slowly.

"You just say but!" Wuhuan didn't know what Phantom World wanted to say.

"However, your current cultivation method may be better than the previous cultivation method!" said Illusory World.

"Well, what's the difference?" asked Wuhuan.

"In the mythological period, there were four cultivation realms, the day after tomorrow, the congenital, the heavens, and the heavens! Only before me was the day after tomorrow, and before the heavens were the congenitals, and the heavens and the present are as if, and the heavens are the special realms under the domination of the heavens, that is, the so-called demigods, Mahayana, and immortality. In the mythological period, only the combat power was emphasized and the realm was slow, and now you should be at the peak of the early stage of the innate stage, and then take a step forward to the middle stage of the innate stage, which is the so-called so-called true emperor level, and in the late stage of the congenital stage, the peak corresponds to the six heavens of the middle and high levels of the earth, now you should understand what I am going to say!" said to Wu Huan.

"Are you asking me to ignore the so-called realm division today and only talk about combat power!" Wu Huan raised his eyebrows, and he understood the meaning of the illusory world a little.

"You're only half right, I want you to take the path of ancient cultivation across the two realms of the only self and the earth to open up the entire innate realm!"

"Damn, is it possible!" Wu Huan's first reaction was not to believe it, although Wu Huan thinks that his combat power is much more than the realm, but it is not as exaggerated as the Phantom World Yuan said, how is this possible across the two realms of the only self and the earth.

"What's impossible, what cultivators in the mythical period are pursuing is their own extreme combat power, the so-called realm when you have enough strength can easily squeeze in, to be honest, the prosperity of the current cultivation civilization in the interstellar world is the real myth compared to the mythical period, but in terms of the level of use of combat skills, the excavation of one's own potential, and the extreme derivation of combat power, there is nothing to show off, and the people at that time knew more about fighting!"

"Eh, it does mean a little bit like this!" Wu Huan couldn't help but think of the old master, Wu Huan was abused by the old master in the past few years in his place, what did he say about the law elves he condensed, using today's combat skills but the taste is completely different, that kind of decisive momentum is not an exaggeration to say that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is not endless, and Wu Huan has also heard the old master mention that the disappearance of the ancient clan of living beings is not destroyed but its own inheritance is buried. Although the elves come from the ancient race of living beings, they do not have the inheritance of the ancient race of living beings, because they lack a kind of will, that is, the kind of will that can turn the wind elves into storm elves, and the water elves into the warriors of the ocean.

"How?" asked Wuhuan directly.

"Don't think about realm cultivation, this thing wasn't ugly at that time, according to what the beast god once said, it was just a realm that existed!" said with a smile.

"You want me to fight?" Wuhuan couldn't help but look at the four directions and look at the sky, it seems that there is not even a living creature here, who am I looking to fight?

"Don't worry, there will be masters who will be there, I believe you will be very busy in the near future!" Phantom Shiyuan smiled a little penetratingly, "One thing you said is wrong, you don't have to fight with your opponent in battle, haven't you heard that defeating yourself is the strongest!"

"Hey, can you say something practical, you've been dropping your schoolbag all the time!" Wuhuan stopped doing it, feeling that what Phantom Shiyuan said was all nonsense.

The days and nights of the bloody battlefield are very strange, sometimes the day is as long as several days, sometimes the black clothes only exist for a quarter of an hour, which makes it elusive, after a simple clean-up, Wu Huan rushed straight to the depths of the bloody battlefield, he had a feeling that there was always a layer of shadows behind him, and only when he walked into the depths of the battlefield could he feel the shadows fading.

Silence and desolation are the eternal tone of the bloody battlefield, the sand dunes in front are uplifted, and the blood and sand in the distance are thousands of miles, except for the sound of the wind blowing over the earth, which is like crying. After coming down from the Wailing Mountain Range, Wuhuan has been walking for two days in a row, the last time he came with the ink heart, he was unlucky to meet those alien soul bodies at the beginning, and in the past two days, Wuhuan has not seen any of them, and before leaving, Phantom World Yuan had told him to find those alien soul bodies, like war beasts, all of them are stored on the Burial Soldier Peak, which is the nourishment for digging deep into his own extreme combat power.

Wu Huan checked a lot of information about these alien soul bodies when he was in the Bingfeng military camp, the primary one is the kind of one that is pieced together by countless limbs, has no consciousness and is only chaotic, and the more advanced one is the body tends to be unified, and only those with various colors of luster are the alien soul bodies that have entered the grade, and what people come here to capture is also this kind of existence that has entered the grade.

The only one who can catch the alien soul body is the soul cultivator, so the probability of encountering the soul cultivator is very high among the cultivators encountered on these battlefields, but the soul cultivator can only catch the alien soul body, in fact, the success rate of the alien soul body is extremely difficult to capture, and the success rate is very low.

"Hey, hey, boy, your luck is too bad, you haven't even caught one in two days!" Phantom Shiyuan teased.

"Here you go!" Wuhuan said, rolling her eyes.

"Hmph, I'll come, I'll come, you, find me a nest!" Phantom Shiyuan pointed to the burial peak in the sea, and suddenly a golden light burst out from the mountain and turned into a big bird composed of countless weapons, and disappeared in front of Wuhuan's eyes in an instant.

"See, this is the correct way to use the Burial Soldier Peak!" said Phantom Shiyuan with a smile.

"Damn!" Wuhuan felt that he was being swept away by the illusory world again.