In this era, people are not like people and ghosts, there are no Buddhas, there is no way to be true, the way of heaven is collapsing, and hell is in ruins. The ancient battlefield in the depths of the dense forest www.biquge.info at least hundreds of years old, when the fulcrum of maintaining balance between several countries was broken, and for a time the war was raging, and all countries had invested nearly one million combat power in this battlefield, and the death of the war created countless ghosts. The yin ghost is difficult to dissipate for a hundred years, and it gradually turns into a ghost domain, perennially filled with a highly toxic miasma, ordinary people are either killed or injured when touched, and birds and beasts are scarce.

What can exist in this ghost realm, except for the remnant soul and lonely ghost, is the mountain beast, which is really a dangerous and desperate situation. The ancient battlefield was extremely extensive, and at its edge it should have been a large wheat field, with many scarecrows lying in it, but now only one of them was still standing upright, not corroded by the power of time.

This scarecrow is different from the others if you look closely, the main trunk of its body is made of peach wood, and the straw wrapped on the outside is very finely woven, and it has not been scattered in the wind and rain for so many years, which shows that the person who compiled it is very attentive. All the years have left on him is a bird's nest on his chest, and a black crow lives in the nest. The crow is alone in this kind of place, and does not know how to survive, it may eat carrion, drink blood, and suck on remnants.

The crow's feathers were extremely black and shining, shining with a strange luster, and at first glance it was not an ordinary bird, and its croaking sound was no longer as unpleasant as that of ordinary crows, but had a strange rhythm in it. There are a lot of remnant souls gathered around the scarecrow, and there is no consciousness, only soul power remains. The crow was so bored that it pecked at the peach wood through the bird's nest with its pointed beak, leaving a shallow trail, and occasionally raised its head and inhaled it, and a remnant soul was sucked into its mouth. It closed its eyes and was silent for a moment, as if digesting the energy it contained.

There are countless remnants in the ancient battlefield, and the black crows are just eating without a match, and the feathers on their bodies are constantly evolving, and the black and bright are almost dazzling. Before you know it, it has become an absolutely powerful existence on the edge of this ancient battlefield, and the power in the remnant soul can no longer help it evolve. With a flap of its wings, it sprang out half a mile and headed deeper, instinctively sensing that there was a more powerful and pure soul there. The scarecrow was left in place, along with the nest on his chest and the marks of a crow inadvertently pecking out on the peach wood. Xu is that the crow itself does not know, it inadvertently pecked out the mark with its beak on the peach wood has a magical effect, the soul.

The peach wood in the scarecrow's chest magically possesses the power of a dementor, which is a great thing, especially with the bonus of hundreds of years. In the first few years that the crow had flown away, the scarecrow was only able to absorb a few scattered remnants. The soul creature is complete, even if it only has instinct and no consciousness, it is helpless.

Now, ten years have passed, and the scarecrow's soul dementoring ability has become more and more powerful, and he can absorb more complete soul objects, and the imprint on the peach wood on his chest has become more and more clear and complete, like a magic pattern that is faintly spreading to other parts of the peach wood. There is a strange aura on the scarecrow's body, and it is obviously a dead thing, but it makes people have a vague feeling, this thing is alive.

Decade after decade, time is a long river, and in the blink of an eye, it is a hundred years. The ancient battlefield has always maintained its due calm, and the souls in it devoured each other, the survival of the fittest, and the rest were all spirits with powerful abilities. The scarecrow in that marginal place has also undergone earth-shaking changes, and the imprint magic pattern on the peach wood has permeated every place under the nourishment of soul power. Every straw woven on its body contained soul power, and its entire body emitted a faint silver-gray light. Only the heart of its chest, which at this time was a large hole, and it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

With his unparalleled natural ability, the black crow walked all the way and ate all the way, and it took another hundred years, and he was stunned and smoothly walked from the edge of the ancient battlefield to the core area. From leaving the bird's nest on the fringe scarecrow to the core of the ancient battlefield, two hundred years. The black feathers on its body were gone, as were the two three-pronged legs, along with the pointed beak.

Instead, he has long black hair, red and white lotus feet and cherry red tender lips, and a fleshy and sexy body. Now the central area of the ancient battlefield belongs to the Black Crow King, and there are countless ghost kings around, all of whom are vassals. She had made a gorgeous nest, using the soul-devouring silk unique to the ancient battlefield and the feathers that had faded from her body, which was very colorful and very beautiful, and extremely comfortable. Under the control of her consciousness, this nest can also be transformed into a semi-reclining chair, a suspended long sword, and a lotus flower sitting in a different form, both attacking and receiving.

The black crow that turned into a human form screamed, and with her as the center, invisible fluctuations scattered in all directions, spanning the entire ancient battlefield. It was a summoning, and almost all the ghostly beasts with spiritual sense rushed in her direction. With a wave of her hand, the gorgeous nest that had wrapped her soft body shattered, and the colorful feathers flew into the sky and underground like a sharp sword, piercing the geists and devouring their energy by the way. In an instant, the feathers returned to her bare buttocks, reforming into a majestic royal chair.

A lot of powerful aliens have gathered around the royal chair in a moment, some of them are floating in the air, some are lying on the ground, the powerful aura on their bodies is exposed, and they are all fierce and difficult to provoke. The human body formed by the black crow did not move, and the entire core area was quiet and the atmosphere was very solemn. Creatures from all directions continued to rush to the center, and this process lasted for nearly a month, and finally came to an end.

After waiting for a few more days, the sleek beauty on the throne finally moved, and her red fruit body stood up from the throne, and walked step by step with her red and tender feet, looking down at all the spiritual things below. Whether it was some ghost or beast, none dared to look up and admire her perfect body. The coercion was so hard pressed from the sky that no one could lift their heads.

Her long black hair rose without wind, fluttering rhythmically, her sexy red lips opened lightly, and occasionally saw white teeth and dexterous tongues, which were wonderful, and the sound of the sky was like rolling thunder.

"Today, I preach to you the road to heaven, ghosts have ghosts, demons have demons, the way of heaven is unfair, my generation should be self-reliant, today's fire should be the fire of tomorrow's fire, what I want today should be tomorrow's wish, and what I do today should be the cause for tomorrow's fruit"

Before the words fell, the sound of the Great Dao sounded, and the sound of the Dao permeated the entire ancient battlefield, and in an instant, countless stupid spiritual consciousness was induced, and all kinds of cultivation methods were perceived by life one by one, and ten thousand laws were passed on in one word.

Accompanied by the sound of the Heavenly Dao of the beautiful body in the air, there were thick dark clouds that kept gathering outside the ancient battlefield, and the dark clouds were extremely thick, covering all the sunlight, like night. Thunder and lightning brewed in the dark clouds, and the tremendous pressure bent all the trees in the dense forests around the ancient battlefield.

The sleek body in the air looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, his watery eyes blinked, and his fleshy lips curled up in a small arc, disdainful, and the voice of preaching continued.

The dark clouds seemed to see the disdain, the lightning was thick, the thunder was rolling, and a red thunderbolt thicker than the water tank suddenly descended, right towards the smooth body.

However, she only cared about preaching, and her body did not move, and she obviously had no intention of dodging. The throne on the ground dissipated, and thousands of flying feathers faced the thunder and lightning, and the red thunder and lightning were smashed.

With a "boom", a thunderbolt sounded in the dark clouds, and the sound of heavenly anger sounded, as if something was provoked. The whole dark cloud felt like it was pressing down, and an even thicker orange thunder struck.

The fruit in the air was still unmoved, the preaching was already halfway through, and the countless spiritual creatures on the earth were listening wholeheartedly, ignoring the infinite power of the heavenly thunder. The colorful flying feathers soared into the sky again, and the orange thunderbolt was also shattered. She frowned slightly, recalled the flying feathers and turned them into two snow-white wings on her back, flapping them gently. The black hair dances wildly, the white wings shake gently, beautiful.

The purpose of the dark clouds seems to be to stop the preaching, the two heavenly thunders were unsuccessful, and they seemed a little anxious, and in the blink of an eye, the yellow and green two heavenly thunders bombarded down, as the color of the heavenly thunder became deeper and darker, the power was stronger than the other, and the dense forest outside the ancient battlefield was shattered by the aftermath of this power, and the miasma was all dispersed.

The wings on the back of the woman transformed into a black crow gradually turned from white to red, condensing strength, guarding her body, and blocking the two thunderbolts. At this time, the ministry is nearing its end and will soon be over.

A whirlpool appeared in the center of the dark clouds in the sky, a bright passage appeared in the middle, and the sunlight appeared again, without the obstruction of the miasma, and everything in the ancient battlefield was unobstructed. Countless ghosts and creatures quickly dissipated under the sunlight, and countless beasts were awakened by this sunlight, detached from the state of enlightenment, and insisted on enlightenment to save one out of a hundred.

As the dark clouds swirled, a purple thunderbolt was born from the whirlpool, like a sharp purple spear, it did not directly bombard down, and continued to accumulate power. The sound of preaching continued in her mouth, and the color of the wings on her back had turned black and red, obviously reaching a certain limit. Her black hair stopped fluttering regularly and fluttered like a fried cat. Her big round eyes stared fixedly at the purple thunder and lightning in the sky, and her pupils shrank and shrank. The energy contained in this purple lightning made her jealous.

Suddenly, her widening eyes narrowed, and the purple thunder roared down, and the heavenly sound in her mouth became faster and faster, and the preaching was at the last moment. The power of the heavenly thunder is strong, and it is extremely strong. Many of the creatures beneath her had just vanished under this coercion, and the entire earth had sunk several feet.

How fast the thunder and lightning are! I can't imagine.

She didn't move, but she tried her best to pass out the last Dao sound, and she had a feeling of giving up her body to finish the Dao. The thunder and lightning reached her body in an instant, and her wings blocked for a while, but she couldn't hold it and was completely knocked into ashes. It was also at this time that the sound of the avenue disappeared and ended.

"Teng" suddenly, her long hair stood upside down, and she lifted the purple thunder spear that had hit her scalp, her smooth body was charged, and the pink fist broke through the sky, and the incomparable purple spear was stunned to withstand the small fist, and was shattered, and the energy fell into the ancient battlefield.

She snorted angrily, and her body flew up against the black dark clouds, and the thunder and lightning bombardment were easily shattered by her raised hand, and she had rushed into the dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

The earth-shattering sound of fighting came from the dark clouds, and the terrifying fluctuations woke up all the living beings in the ancient battlefield, and they woke up from the enlightenment, obtained the most suitable cultivation technique for themselves, and went straight to the avenue. In order to avoid danger, they began to flee in all directions.

The battle in the dark clouds was terrible to the extreme, the earth shook with it, the dark clouds became thinner and thinner, and the sunlight gradually penetrated. Vaguely, it could be seen that there was more than one figure fighting in the dark clouds, and there were indeed other people besides her, and there was more than one.

"Since you don't want to leave, let's all stay!" It's the voice of a crow.

She didn't seem to have any pressure from the crowd, and she shouted coquettishly, and the sweetness was full of murderous intent. Then came the storm surged, the dark clouds dissipated, and the blood poured down.