Next, the most troublesome thing was the dagger on the forehead, which had already pierced into the skull.

If it weren't for the incomparably hard skull, it would be comparable to a powerful clay figurine. Otherwise, the blow will surely be deadly.

With such an evil weapon, Xuantian must use his strong divine power to force it out little by little, and during this period, he must also use elixir powder to assist and apply it to the wound to facilitate the repair of the body.

Xuantian retreated again, just to eliminate the hidden danger of this dagger. And the puppet was ordered by it to go deeper.

Half a month later, Xuantian woke up from his cultivation, and the dagger had been forced out half by him.

He looked and saw that the puppet was not far away, resting on a large bluestone.

"This guy has already traveled from the depths and is back?" Xuantian was surprised, and hurriedly summoned him to read the memories inside.

This mysterious world gradually unfolded in front of his eyes.

"Hey, there's a thatched hut. Xuantian exclaimed, and saw a thatched hut in his memory.

Yes, the puppet, after leaving here, traveled all the way north, into the depths. Along the way, it is full of long yellow sand, boring and boring. It wasn't until seven days later that I saw a grass hut in the middle of nowhere.

Xuantian's first thought was - is there anyone in it?

Soon after, Xuantian entered the cultivation state again. And this puppy-like puppet continues to carry out the mission and go deeper.

During this retreat, Xuantian made up his mind to force out all the foreign murder weapons on his body to prevent future troubles.

After two full months of hard work, Xuantian finally forced the dagger on his forehead out of his body. Suddenly, a burst of earthy yellow mist flowed down, which was the essence of the clay figurine, which would only appear after the clay figurine was injured.

"Damn, if it weren't for something guarding my soul, this time I wouldn't have been affected by the evil spirit of this evil soldier. Xuantian cursed and slowly opened his eyes. Sure enough, the puppet had returned, lying right in front of him.

Xuantian took it and read the memories inside.

According to the puppet's investigation, there was no one in the thatched hut, but there were some bits and pieces. Leaving the thatched hut and continuing to go deeper, it was still that long yellow sand, walking for nearly a month, and finally saw other scenes, in the middle of the two big stones, there was a corpse, a human body and a dragon tail, and two horns on the head, which was the appearance of a big man.

Xuantian was taken aback, isn't this the dragon race? There are traces of traitors of the hundred races in this place, and judging by the situation, it seems that the master of the dragon people has died here.

Even more amazing was yet to come, and at night, the corpse actually moved, and its eyes released a terrifying light, which was blood-red, and went straight to the sky. Frightened, the puppet immediately ran, galloping on all fours.

"Damn it. I'll just say why it's so lively at night, it turns out that there are some dead spirits at work. Xuantian muttered, throwing the puppet aside.

During this retreat, he didn't give any orders to the puppets. Because this is the last retreat, when you wake up, you can explore the world for yourself.

A month later, Xuantian completely repaired the external injury. All over his body, except for the broken clay man's heart, there were no other injuries.

The so-called clay man's heart is the root of a strong person in the clay man realm, and it can also be said to be the fruit of the Dao, which does not belong to the injury of the body. Even if Xuantian's body was special and could be repaired by himself, it could not make up for the cracks on the Dao Fruit.

"The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, and it is a big deal to regenerate Nirvana, and seek wealth in danger. Xuantian muttered to himself, thinking that such an injury was not a big deal.

Of course, he didn't have the idea of nirvana yet. Now in a strange situation, casual nirvana will undoubtedly bring a huge crisis to oneself.

You must know that in the process of nirvana, it is not allowed to be disturbed, but it is the period when a monk is at his weakest. Historically, some enemies have taken advantage of the time of nirvana to kill their opponents, and there are many such examples.

Xuantian stood up, first glanced casually to the east, but couldn't help but be surprised. He clearly remembered that he kicked the two Buddha bones over there with a kick of indignation, but as a result, this time the viewing was still gone.

"Just disappeared like this?" Xuantian was speechless, feeling that there was something wrong with the two leg bones.

He had a guess that perhaps the owner of the two leg bones was still alive, so the two bones were very surprised.

"Forget it, no matter what I do, it's a bald thing, so I don't have to think about it. Xuantian grinned and walked north.

First, he was going to pick up the artifact, the blood spear, and stick it on a mountain peak not far away.

However, when Xuantian reached that peak, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. The blood spear was gone.

"It's gone?" Xuantian was speechless. Immediately turn back time and look at the past.

I saw that three days ago, that blood spear suddenly rose into the sky and went straight to the depths of this world.

"Damn, it's been a trip for nothing. "Xuantian curse, it's a little incomprehensible, how can a weapon fly well!

He guessed that perhaps the owner of the weapon was in charge, so he went deeper.

However, if you think about it this way, there is still something wrong. This weapon has been stuck in the mountain for millions of years, and it has only moved today.

"Hell yes. Xuantian muttered, unable to understand the reason.

He walked west, and after a few minutes, he came to the place where the dried corpse had been.

"Damn, it's gone. Xuantian jumped up, deeply feeling evil.

Probe carefully. It turned out that seven days ago, the dried corpse also moved, shooting out terrifying eyes, and in the dark night, it went straight to the depths, as if it had received some summons.

It's amazing, what's in the depths, and why are so many things here going in that direction?

Xuantian frowned, feeling that this world was not as simple as he imagined, especially in the depths, which was more reminiscent.

He took a step and headed north, into the depths of this world. Like vanished corpses and bloody spears, see what's in the depths of this world.

The yellow sand is long, the world is yellow, this world is very strange, there is no sun, but there is still light.

"Wow!"

The wind blew and blew up a large area of sand. An ancient stone tablet peeks out of the ground, as if it had been asleep for many years, and saw the light again.

Xuantian was surprised, and hurriedly stopped, and walked over to look at this stone tablet.

'Yellow Sky!' - On the stone tablet, these two ancient characters are depicted.

"The Land of Yellow Heaven?" Xuantian was taken aback when he saw this. I finally realized where I was standing.

"It turned out to be the Land of the Yellow Sky, and according to legend, it was not much different from the Land of the Nine Shadows. He changed color and his expression was a little ugly.

Once, there was an ancient rumor that in the beginning, this place was not called Huangtian, but Huangquan. This is a great river, like a galloping dragon, flowing through the void and reaching the Nine Shadows. Later, it became one of several great battlefields, and the entire Yellow Springs River evaporated, forming a barren land and a world of its own.

This is the realm of the Yellow Heavens.

Old rumors seem to be true, though. On this stone stele, there is some history engraved on it, introducing the origin of the Yellow Sky World and the great battles that took place here in those years.

"It was an unprecedented battle in ancient times. Xuantian muttered, looking at the stele carefully.

Back then, the battle between the Justice Alliance and the traitors of the Hundred Races between Heaven and Earth was in this land of Yellow Springs. At that time, the great war, although not as terrible as in the primeval period, interrupted the heavens. However, it is also amazing enough, tens of thousands of miles of the long river has been turned into nothingness, and the scene is amazing.

"No wonder I've seen the corpses of the Dragonmen in the depths, it turns out that this was the battlefield of the past. Xuantian muttered, extremely shocked.

Although he did not experience the two great wars in history, just reading the records in history is enough to feel the horror of that great war. Compared with the previous two wars, the catastrophe he experienced can only be described as insignificant.

In the primeval period, this piece of heaven and earth was the era when all races competed for hegemony and geniuses came out. It was a prosperous era that was rare to see in millions of years, and all kinds of strong people emerged in endlessly. Fortunately, it was in such years that the passage between the abyssal world and this piece of heaven and earth was opened, and the two worlds started a war.

In the end, the heavens and the earth were broken, and a peerless powerhouse even lifted a piece of heaven and earth, directly filling in the abyss world.

It was the most terrible war in history. Later, the history of the Terrans was met with a rebellious alliance of a hundred races. As the largest race in time, the human race has members all over the place, so it has naturally become the first pioneer.

And the decisive battle place is in this land of yellow sky. The Terrans won a tragic victory, and the rebels of the Hundred Races disappeared and disappeared.

"In that era, how many Terrans fell mightily. Xuantian sighed, put down the stone tablet in his hand, and looked at the land.

"Phew!"

His eyes looked down, and through the thousands of miles of earth, he could see a small flowing river at the bottom. There were a large number of corpses floating on it, and there were also the corpses of those traitors of the Hundred Races by the Terrans.

Countless years have passed, and the Yellow Spring of that year has reappeared, just the Tengchuan River of the year, but now it is a stream-like river, flowing at the bottom of the land.

"It turns out that this is a battlefield, and it may be the same in the depths. Xuantian muttered to himself, his heart was complicated, and he wanted to know more and more what was in the depths.

All of this obviously needs him to explore.

He took another step, walking on the yellow sand. Along the way, he didn't see a single plant, nor did he see any water source on the ground, and all he could see was a yellow patch.

The world is just as visible to the naked eye, withered and boring, without the slightest sense of freshness.

Two days later, Xuantian came to the place where the puppet had explored the depths for the first time. He also followed the puppet's memory, when this little guy walked for half a month, and now, he only needs two days to arrive.

Here he saw the dilapidated thatched hut.