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Duan Mingxiao raised his head and said firmly towards Feng Xiaoya, the confidence in his eyes also made Feng Xiaoya smile.

"Okay, since you have decided to cultivate, then this sheepskin scroll will be handed over to you. ”

Feng Xiaoya said with a smile, took out a somewhat worn sheepskin scroll from the ring, and handed it to Duan Mingxiao.

The sheepskin scroll is held in place by a small silk thread, and you can vaguely see the pattern on the original sheepskin scroll, like a hideous gluttony, exuding a quaint atmosphere, and it looks like something old.

Stretching out his hand to take the sheepskin scroll, a desolate aura came to his face, Duan Mingxiao only felt that he had instantly come to a battlefield where flying sand was raised, the entire sky turned earthy yellow, and the deafening roars, crashes, and fighting sounds were endless.

"Ancient Battlefield"

Of course, Duan Mingxiao knew what kind of picture this was, the moment when all the races gathered and fought against the underworld together.

That's all I can know, after all, Duan Mingxiao's things are also hearsay from the mouths of some martial artists, who knows if it's true or not, after all, it's been so long.

There were scattered weapons, armor fragments, and some corpses all over the place, and the smell of decay came from it, which was very pungent, Duan Mingxiao held his breath and walked towards the place where the roar came from step by step.

The further you go inside, the stronger the feeling of oppression, as if there is an invisible pressure constantly oppressing you, so that with every step, you will leave a deep footprint on the ground.

As Duan Mingxiao continued to go deeper, there were few corpses on the ground, only a few could be seen occasionally, and there were still some Spirit Emperor powerhouses with faint spiritual power, but they were all in the early stage of the Spirit Emperor.

"It seems that this war is even more tragic than I imagined, and this land alone is estimated to contain the power of countless Spirit Emperor powerhouses. ”

Duan Mingxiao gently pressed his hand on the ground, feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power coming from the ground, which was extremely mixed, and he clearly felt that there were countless breaths, all of which were a trace of power left behind after the fall of the Spirit Emperor.

The difference between the Spirit Emperor powerhouse and the ordinary powerhouse is that there will be no corpse left after death, but will turn into spiritual power and disperse, returning to heaven and earth, so that the place where he passed just now is full of corpses, but here it looks exceptionally clean, only some weapons that have lost all their charm.

Duan Mingxiao stood up, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, I don't know why, I always felt a trace of bad premonition, but he didn't know where this premonition came from.

Continuing to walk forward, he could occasionally see broken spiritual weapons, and they still exuded a strong aura, but Duan Mingxiao didn't put them away, but he knew that he should be in an illusory space, not a real world, and these things naturally couldn't be taken out, and the most important thing now was to uncover what kind of secrets were hidden in the battle between the underworld and the human race.

With doubts in his heart, the pace was very slow, it was not that he didn't want to go quickly, but the center of Yue Wang was close, and the sense of oppression was strong, which had hindered his forward speed, and the surrounding scene was as always, dead soldiers, broken corpses, broken weapons, as if there was no end, constantly washing Duan Mingxiao's mind.

A sense of irritability kept lingering in his mind, so that Duan Mingxiao's steps began to be a little complicated, with a touch of red in his eyes, but he didn't know it, and walked deeper like a walking corpse.

The scene began to change, from the original yellow sand to the sky, it gradually turned into a faint purple cloud, but Duan Mingxiao didn't know it, he was still walking forward step by step, and in the distance, he could see a dark purple tornado, the figures of the two strong men fighting, every time they fought, they brought huge tremors, cracks on the ground were all over the place, countless pitch-black cracks in the sky, countless violent spatial turbulence emerged, and the powerful aura was constantly intertwined and resisted.

Duan Mingxiao had already walked to the side of a dark crack, but he still didn't stop, and when he was about to hit the crack, he stopped strangely.

The battle in the sky continued, and a handsome man in a black robe could be vaguely seen, and a dazzling woman in purple clothes were constantly colliding, every collision would make the heavens and the earth tremble, Duan Mingxiao gradually came back to his senses at this time, looking at the space crack in front of him that was almost about to be installed, and jumped away in fright.

"Oh my God, it scared the hell out of me!"

Duan Mingxiao hurriedly covered his chest and gasped for a few breaths, only then did he calm down, if he had bumped into it just now, the ghost would have known if he would have died like this, although it was an illusion here, but who knew if he would really die here and not be able to get out?

Thundered

The huge roar sounded again, and Duan Mingxiao raised his head and saw two figures in the sky, and immediately showed a frightened look.

"This Fluctuating God Emperor?"

Although Duan Mingxiao had never seen the real God Emperor, he had seen the Heavenly Emperor, and the battle between these two people fluctuated, absolutely crushing any martial artist in the Heavenly Emperor realm, and he was definitely a God Emperor.

"Could it be that the unique aura of the purple mist is the underworld?"

Duan Mingxiao said to himself, when he was fighting Zi Yao at that time, he had also seen him perform such a move, as if he had condensed his own dark qi into the appearance of a tornado, but compared to the tornado in front of him, it was simply a small thing, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

The two men in the sky seemed to stop, and the purple tornado gradually dispersed, revealing the figures of the two people inside.

One of them, dressed in a long purple dress, has a face that is simply suffocating beauty at a glance, with deep eyes and a perfect body, looking ethereal like a fairy.

On the other side was a man in a black robe, with a handsome face as sharp as a knife, and a long knife behind him, which could not be seen, and was sheathed by a golden dragon pattern, exuding an extraordinary light.

"Divine artifact!"

Looking at the light of the instrument rhyme that is almost condensed into substance, it is definitely an artifact, and there is no doubt that such a power can be said to be devastating!

The two of them just stared at each other in the air, without the slightest intention of making a move, and Duan Mingxiao was in the clouds, didn't these two fight fiercely? Why is it as if there is no one now?

Just when Duan Mingxiao was puzzled, the man began to move, and as soon as his hand was on the handle of the knife, his figure had already rushed out, while the woman on the other side did not move at all, until the long knife left a thin blood mark on her white neck, and then looked at the man in front of him.