Wang Zai was silent for a while, "It's better to let me break through with the help of Taoist breath." I am a member of the Nether Dao Sect, and I don't say that this realm is invincible if I break through, but I will have the power to fight with anyone, but before I break through, I need to accompany you to the secret realm. ”

"Are you sure you want to go there?" King Beiliang's eyes froze.

"Now only the new secret realm next to the end of the capital is most likely for Ze Shao to break through. Wang Zai nodded at King Beiliang and said lightly.

When Nangong Fan heard that the secret realm was next to the last capital, he already understood why Wang Zai didn't say it at first.

There are thousands of magic methods in the world, and the last dynasty can catch a lot of hidden people in the shadows, maybe there are spells for this kind of contact with spiritual weapons. When the time comes, going to the end of the capital is not much different from a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

This is an alternative, and Wang Zai was also stumped by the current dilemma, so he had to speak.

"Is there anything else in the secret realm?" Nangong Fan said softly, seeking wealth and danger, not to mention whether there is danger or not. How can a cultivator be afraid of the bumps in the road ahead?

"This secret realm only appeared out of nowhere a few months ago. The aura inside is chaotic, and it is speculated that it is mostly an ancient battlefield. Those who died left behind a lot of legacy. There are also some spiritual objects that are almost invisible in this world.

However, the space inside is disordered and there are many dangers. The ancient battlefield is in the north of the end of the capital, near Shu Mountain, which extends to the depths of the Forest of Terror.

Because someone looked down at one of the holes in the ancient battlefield, it was the Forest of Terror, and it was speculated that the space where the ancient battlefield was located was originally in a different dimension, but due to some unknown conditions in the space, it coincided with our space.

Some scholars have concluded that this space should not exist for long. It can be as short as ten years, as long as a hundred years, and it will collapse and become the nourishment for the growth of the Forest of Terror. ”

Nangong Fan nodded slightly, made up his mind, and no longer hesitated, "Then I will go to this secret realm alone, you should be more careful here." ”

Wang Zai shook his head and looked at King Beiliang.

King Beiliang smiled heartily, "This secret realm, the last family invited me to go, and I was afraid in my heart, so I refused to go." Now, I'm going to see if this secret realm is as domineering as it is rumored. ”

Nangong Fan's heart warmed, and he looked at the two of them, the king and the king of Beiliang, who had firm faces, and nodded lightly.

"Sooner rather than later. Fat man, bandits, and Tie Guan Li, the three of you should be careful here. ”

Nangong Fan is not worried about these three, they have no secret orders on them, even if the last dynasty has the means, they will not be found out.

Wang Zai stood up, "Without further ado. ”

Nangong Fan didn't even have time to rest, so he embarked on a new journey again with Wang Zai and King Beiliang.

It's just that Nangong Fan forgot that he had already summoned everyone from the dark department to come to this city to converge.

Compared to Baizi City, they were slowly riding in a carriage, but now in order to hurry, they suddenly made a big difference, and the three of them directly drove at full speed, escaped out of Baizi City, and turned into three rainbow lights and went towards the end of the capital at a high speed.

It was just getting dark. The end of the capital is already bright.

No matter how lively the end of the capital is, the next Shu Mountain is still quiet, like a loyal guard, guarding the end of the capital, guarding the vast land.

At the foot of Shushan Mountain, there are three more dusty figures.

Today's foot of Shu Mountain, compared to Nangong Fan, I don't know how much more lively when he first came to Shu Mountain. Cultivators flocked together, and several bazaars were formed.

The bazaar is small, but it has a lot to offer. This bazaar is entirely for those who want to enter the ancient battlefield.

The last dynasty did not dare to risk the condemnation of the world, and did not directly take the secret realm as its own personal property, and did not allow others to enter and leave. However, the necessary precautions are still in place. The yamen and the army have been set up here. The Danqi Pavilion, which smells of fish, has also set up a branch here.

Nangong Fan and the three of them were all wrapped in black robes, and there were many such people near the bazaar. After all, if you get an inheritance or treasure, it will attract unnecessary peeping. With the black robe on his body, the cultivator's heart will be much more stable.

The three of them seemed to walk slowly, but in fact they passed through the crowd almost instantly. The ears hidden in the black robe flapped easily, and all the information that the outside world was talking about was included in the ears.

The three of them received enough information, and they turned into virtual shadows and disappeared into the market. Go straight to the entrance of the ancient battlefield.

The entrance is not like a cave. The so-called entrance, or can no longer be called an entrance. It's just a habitual name.

Bounded by a blurred black line. On the left is the dense green shade of the foothills of Shushan Mountain. The red sand on the right was everywhere, and even the sky was a blood-red color. A single black thread perfectly cut the world in half.

Nangong Fan swept slightly over a corner near the black line, where someone was hiding. Is it waiting for someone to come out and then kill the killer?

Nangong Fan didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of opportunistic person.

The three of them did not pause at all, and fled straight into the ancient battlefield.

There is no sense of space to move. Nangong Fan made such a judgment.

Stepping into the ancient battlefield, the green on the left disappeared in an instant. It's full of red clay. The red is deep, the red is weird, and all kinds of negative feelings can't help but come to my heart.

Nangong Fan's divine power flowed and he felt a little better. couldn't help but look at Wang Zai and King Beiliang. Wang Zai's body had a strange aura, which made people feel refreshed.

A chill rippled around the King of Beiliang, which made people feel a lot more awake at once.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, compared to the casualness of these two guys, he was going to lag behind a lot.

Everything ahead was hazy. Black shards fly cross-cutting, white ripples make everything look cloudy. The road ahead is completely unreal.

Blood-red ground, messy footprints. The dead tree hung its head low, its blood-colored branches full of folds, and only a few yellow leaves dotted it.

The wind howled, with an indescribable sadness. It seemed to be whispering in someone's ear, and it was a little like weeping. This is a forgotten piece of history. Inside, there are heroes of all races.

Nangong Fan is not averse to such a secret realm, as long as he does not disturb Yingjie's spirit body, getting the inheritance is what those who have been forgotten need. Their legacy, or their way, is the last trace they have left on this world.

Someone has inherited the Taoist lineage, as if someone is active in the world for them. Otherwise, they will not leave a legacy when they are dying. They are waiting for their favorite descendants to inherit it.

Nangong Fan's eyes were a little cautious, those black fragments were formed by the intersection of space and space, and if they were contaminated, they could easily cut off his body.

It's the hazy road ahead, a negligence, maybe you will go in the opposite direction, and you will never find the way back. Everything here, including space, is chaotic.

Only blood red is the keynote, as if blood has been soaked here for countless years, so red that it makes people panic.

Nangong Fan was still in the mood to think that it was good that time was not chaotic, otherwise he would step into an area where the passage of time was ten thousand times faster, or he would turn into ashes in an instant and melt into this blood-colored mud and sand.

Wang Zai had a relaxed smile on his face, and he didn't care about the environment of this ancient battlefield at all, "Xiao Ze, you follow your own feelings, and Brother Shen and I are here to accompany you." ”

He and the King of Beiliang are all cultivating in the shadows, and there are exercises taken out by Hei Yuqing, and the demand for exercises is not very large, and there will not be too many spiritual weapons, but the spiritual weapons that have survived in this ancient battlefield are not something that can be obtained if you want to.

Their spirituality is terrifying, and in a sense, they can be regarded as human beings. This is something that can be met and cannot be sought, when the fate law arrives, it will naturally belong to oneself, and the fate law has no effect if it is not forced.

Both of them have also touched the threshold of the peak of the Nether Realm, and now they don't need any supplements such as aura, what they need more is to have a sense of the Nether Heavenly Dao in order to make a logical breakthrough.

Nangong Fan smiled embarrassedly, nodded, and stepped up to the left.

At this moment, the elegant voice of Ao Canglan, who usually "sleeps" in the dantian, resounded in his mind.

The voice was a little excited. "Go straight!"

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, but his footsteps subconsciously changed direction and went straight forward. His relationship with Ao Canglan can be described as a lifelong partner, and that kind of trust is almost rooted in his heart. There was no need to have too many doubts at all, Nangong Fan listened to Ao Canglan's order to move forward.

The branches of the dead trees hung down to the ground, and the blood-red leaves had a strong stench, similar to the smell of blood. There is also a smell of decay in it. It's disgusting to smell and lethargic.

Nangong Fan believed that if it weren't for the integration of this space with the Nether, the Heavenly Dao of the Nether would then suppress this space, and no one in the Nether would be able to withstand these smells alone.

The blood mud rolled, and a strange metallic luster loomed. Through the slightest trace, Nangong Fan recognized that it was a person's hand bone. It looks even harder than his Black Dragon Sword.

There are deep footprints on the ground, and it seems that the ancestors stopped here to dig up the hand bones embedded in the soil, but unfortunately they did not return.

From time to time, tiny sandbags appear on both sides of the road. There are traces of trampling.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but shake his head, Ying Ling didn't want to be disturbed, and there were still people who forcibly wanted to dig up the soil, but fortunately there was no killing intent, otherwise this battlefield would probably be full of corpses.

Nangong Fan even saw a little corner of his clothes on a sandbag, which was not conspicuous, but looking at the burning appearance, it was obviously not as old as the ancient battlefield, it should be that the predecessors offended the heroic spirit and paid the price. I just don't know if I'm healthy, or if I'm just left with a corner of my clothes?

Nangong Fan couldn't help but be a little disdainful of such behavior. No one wants to be turned over after death, and no one wants their hard-earned body to become part of someone else's weapon.

Nangong Fan and the three of them were not very interested in these dirt bags, and they walked side by side and continued cautiously. After all, there may be a negligence, and the three of them will go in opposite directions, and it will be difficult to meet in the ancient battlefield.

The hazy blood mist obscured the sight, and in Nangong Fan's opinion, there was nothing special in all directions, it was exactly the same, and I didn't know how Ao Canglan could tell the direction.

There was a slight sound of footsteps echoing in his ears, Nangong Fan couldn't help frowning, passing by the footsteps, and didn't notice that there was anyone around. It's like being in two parallel spaces.

It stands to reason that although the ancient battlefield at this time has passed the initial craze, there should be a large number of people mixed in it. Nangong Fan did not find any figures except for the footprints of different shades that appeared from time to time on the ground.

This made Nangong Fan a little cautious in his heart, and even Wang Zai and King Beiliang became cautious and no longer calm.

After walking for a long time, nothing else appeared except for the same dirt bags and dead trees.

"Could it be that something has happened to this ancient battlefield?" Nangong Fan lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

There was no response.

Nangong Fan's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but look back to the side, how could there be the figures of Wang Zai and King Beiliang? An empty blood-colored mist filled behind him.

Nangong Fan's back climbed up with a burst of cool air. With the strength of Wang Zai and King Beiliang, even if Hei Yuqing dealt with them, he wouldn't be able to make a sound at all, right?

Hell yes!

Nangong Fan wanted to go back to find the two, but most of them couldn't find the place they had just walked through. After a slight hesitation, he gritted his teeth and continued to follow Ao Canglan's feeling.