Yan Wubian looked up at the spirit stone that shot upward, his face expressionless.

Just when this spirit stone flew forty or fifty zhang from the ground, a light purple lightning bolt fell out of thin air, hitting the spirit stone right on. Suddenly, the spirit stone was directly smashed into pieces.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wubian showed a thoughtful look, and then discerned the direction, his whole body flashed with spiritual light, and in a ball of spiritual light, he slowly flew north.

In this kind of place where he didn't know the specific situation, Yan Wubian didn't dare to open it all at once, otherwise if he crashed headlong into some prohibition, it would be purely looking for his own death.

Yan Wubian, who didn't dare to be careless, did not hesitate to spend a lot of effort to open his consciousness while flying, and always paid attention to the surrounding situation.

Although he couldn't tell where he was in the Valley of the Buried Gods, Yan Wubian knew very well that the distance between himself and the rest of the spirit masters who came in should not be too far.

Although the channel vortex plays the role of random teleportation, it is also randomly teleported within a certain range.

Yan Wubian didn't have the idea of seeing other spirit masters, but the heart of guarding against people is indispensable, and he must always be on guard, lest someone secretly raid him, which is the worst thing.

At the same time, the Divine Consciousness also paid attention to whether there were any natural and earthly treasures around him that were useful to him, after all, this was the main purpose of his entry into this place.

Yan Wubian kept looking left and right while thinking about it, and then he seemed to notice something, his figure suddenly became a ton, staring at a certain direction in front of him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

But his face quickly returned to normal, and he continued to fly forward, but the speed was three points slower than when he had just come.

After flying out hundreds of zhang away, Yan Wubian's figure stopped, looking at the white arc of light suspended in the air not far away, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and his face was solemn.

This is an arc of light several zhang long, thick in the middle and thin at the end, like a large crescent moon, which does not seem to have any energy fluctuations, as if it is completely harmless, as if it has cracked directly in space.

Tsai carefully looked at the arc of light in front of him, and Yan Wubian suddenly raised his arm and slashed lightly towards the void in front of him. Immediately, a sword qi several zhang long appeared out of thin air above the arc of light, slashing downward.

"Boom", the inspiration bursts. But when the sword qi came into contact with the arc of light, it immediately disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by the arc of light. The arc of light did not change at all, and remained suspended in the air as it was.

"This arc of light seems to be a spatial rift, but how can it be so stable?"

This scene made Yan Wubian's heart feel cold, and his face fell into a deep groan.

After a while, after not understanding the reason for this, its figure moved, drawing an arc in mid-air, bypassing the arc of light in front of it, and continuing to fly forward.

For most of the next half day, for Yan Wubian, it was a little dull.

Aside from the occasional arcs of light, large and small, it also did not encounter any spirit masters or dangers.

However, he was a little disappointed that during this time, he didn't know if the place he passed through was on the periphery, and he didn't find any valuable treasures, or even found nothing. This Valley of the Buried Gods is not like what those spirit masters said outside, the valley is full of treasures.

This situation made Yan Wubian extremely depressed in his heart.

It's a pity that the passage of the Burial God Valley appeared extremely suddenly, and he didn't make all the preparations when he came in, and he didn't know much about it, and now he can only scurry around in this space like a headless fly.

"Huh!"

At this moment, Yan Wubian, who was flying at a low altitude, suddenly let out a surprise in his mouth, and then his body accelerated, sweeping towards the right.

After a few breaths, its form stopped, and slowly fell to the ground, looking at the area ahead with a look of shock.

In front of Yan Wubian, there was an open field, but now this place was a mess, the ground was full of potholes, lifeless ancient trees had fallen to the ground, and even some of the soil had turned black and brown, which was obviously different from the color of the soil on the side.

The scene in front of you all shows that there was a fierce battle here.

His expression moved slightly, as if he had sensed something, Yan Wubian's figure flickered, and after bypassing a few obstacles, he came to a cyan boulder.

And underneath this cyan boulder, there was a snow-white corpse of a spirit master.

The corpse in front of him should have been dead for an extremely long time, and after carefully looking at the corpse, Yan Wubian did not find anything on the corpse. Obviously, after this person's death, the storage items on his body should have been taken away by the rest of the spirit masters.

Yan Wubian sighed slightly, and then punched a hole in the side of the corpse, and then reached out and grabbed the void, and the corpse slowly flew up and fell into the pit. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the mud and sand on the side covered up the corpses inside the pit.

After doing all this, Yan Wubian didn't stay in place for long, and as soon as his body moved, he stepped forward.

One, two, three......!

As he continued to move forward, Yan Wubian's face gradually calmed down from the original shock. Along the way, almost every other distance, he would see one or more corpses, which had obviously been killed in the middle of the battle, and all the contents of their bodies had been scraped away.

"With so many spirit masters dying here, could it be that this area was one of the places where the three major forces, such as the Blood Moon Gate and the Wolf Family Fort, fought with each other back then. ”

Yan Wubian walked forward while thinking about the situation in front of him.

"Hey, this corpse is a little different!"

Moving his gaze away from a corpse that appeared in his sight again, Yan Wubian, who was already a little numb, seemed to have found something different, and after a sigh of surprise, his gaze fell on the corpse again, and then his gaze stopped on one of the white bone fingers.

I saw that on the white bone finger, there was a black storage ring.

Yan Wubian did not immediately step forward to investigate, but carefully looked at the surrounding environment with a puzzled expression, and after finding that there were no other abnormalities, his body moved, and then slowly walked towards the corpse.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Yan Wubian immediately stretched out his hand, and suddenly, the black ring broke away from the white bone finger and slowly flew towards Yan Wubian.

Just as Yan Wubian's arm stretched out and grabbed the ring that had already come to him, an amazing whistling sound suddenly came from behind him.

Yan Wubian's face changed, and in the next moment, his body almost disappeared, turning into a wisp of black smoke and drifting forward, and when it flashed out, it had already appeared seven or eight feet away, but he was already holding the ring in his hand, and turned to look behind him.