The ancient battlefield is vast, with mountains, rivers, forests, and endless deserts and grasslands, but the most attractive thing is the skeleton and blades.

This is a mysterious place, where there is a strong murderous motive everywhere, and no one dares to set foot in it, otherwise it will be strangled in an instant, leaving sorrow and hatred in the air.

In the sky above, the ring of the undead kept jumping, so fast that it was not visible, and its shape was not visible.

At this moment, Yang Ling had a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mist, and all his troubles were easily solved, no matter how strong the opponent's defense was, as long as he came here, he would not want to leave safely no matter what.

Hum ~ His powerful offensive was once again invisible, and was perfectly defused by the other party.

"Are you going to shrink back like this? I think it's better to let it go, then at least you will die a little more decently!" Seeing that the other party was like an old monk sitting quietly like that, Yang Ling sneered.

However, Xia Yan still didn't say a word, and seemed unwilling to be too distracted.

"You don't have to think about running away, this place is in its own right, and no one can save you except me!" he said lightly.

Then he unleashed another stormy attack, trying to consume the opponent in this way.

After all, no matter how powerful the treasure is, it also needs the cultivator to maintain it with his own energy, and it can't withstand long-term consumption at all.

Before, Xia Yan turned pale after receiving Yang Ling's angry blow, coughing up blood in his mouth, but it didn't endanger his life. The fastest, the newer, the newest

In that situation, he could leave if he wanted to, and in this mysterious world, there were almost no people who could stop him, so Yang Ling was also at a loss, and he didn't want to waste too much energy on him.

But at this time, it was different, Xia Yan couldn't escape at all, and he couldn't defeat the opponent head-on, so he could only be beaten passively.

Boom Boom Boom ~ Yang Ling is leisurely, and after the blessing of the undead ring, his strength has been greatly improved.

Each attack can make the opponent's body tremble, and the face slowly pales.

Knock~ He pinched the fist mark in his hand and smashed it directly into Xia Yan's chest, although it was still melted by the brilliance of the ancient lamp, but the other party was not comfortable, after a violent cough, a large amount of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Xia Yan finally showed a shocked look, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly got up and quickly walked to the edge of the ring, looking into the distance, where there were mountains and mountains, fog and haze, there was no life, and there was despair everywhere.

Similarly, the feeling of despair spread in his heart, looking at Yang Ling, who was killing one step at a time and pressing down quickly, he had no luck mentality, and he no longer flinched, but chose to fight.

"I said, you can't escape here no matter what, it's better to choose a vigorous killing, and you won't fall into your name!" Yang Ling said in a deep voice without sadness or joy.

Then fight, and use my blood to pay tribute to the heroic souls of the deceased ancestors!"

After that, Xia Yan slaughtered, he was heroic, his face was like a crown of jade, although he looked a little thin, but once he fought, he was like an ancient beast, every time he shot, he could bring thousands of brilliance, the void trembled, the air flow rioted, and the heat wave rolled up, making the positive area boil.

Yang Ling didn't have the slightest reservation, and as soon as he made a move, he was a powerful supernatural method like the Great Sun Buddha Seal.

At the same time, he urged the Vajra Method to increase the strength of the physical body to the extreme.

Bang~ The two sides collided violently, like humanoid weapons, rubbing countless sparks and making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

With this blow, Yang Ling stood still, steady as a giant mountain, on the other hand, Xia Yan's breath was weak, and he took ten steps back, and every step back would spurt out a mouthful of blood, which looked very miserable.

After giving up the protection of the ancient lamp, the latter was already dead, and he didn't care about his own injuries at all, and pounced again.

Knock~ They all stretched out their arms and threw a punch.

The punch was incomparably powerful, disrupting the air currents and causing a sudden gust of wind to blow in the undead ring.

Woo woo woo~ Countless resentful souls were involved, whimpering non-stop, as if they were talking, and as if they were crying, which made people feel creepy.

On the surface of the ring, a huge grimace appeared, it looked extremely terrifying, releasing a cold and piercing yin energy.

Huh~ Yin Qi turned into a sword and attacked towards Xia Yan, directly tearing the air apart, and emitting bursts of wailing sounds.

Click~ Yang Ling's bones are very hard, just like the outer heaven made of dark iron, without any flaws.

However, Xia Yan showed a look of pain, and his entire arm was broken by the huge impact, and even the bones and ballasts penetrated the flesh and blood.

It was a bloody scene and it looked very cruel.

In this way, they kept fighting, and when they fought to the end, Yang Ling was still rich in jade bones, fluttering in white, and his blood was not stained, like a peerless god king, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

However, Xia Yan was already unrecognizable, his body was almost dismembered, and he was paralyzed to the ground, leaving only his last breath.

"Life and death depend on the sky, my skills are not as good as others, I have nothing to say! I just want to implore you, if there is really that day, the Xia clan is defeated, I hope you can show mercy and let those innocent people have a way to live!"

Yang Ling stared, and finally nodded, which can be regarded as a solemn promise.

At this point, Xia Yan closed his eyes and died, with an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Is it liberation?

Yang Ling's thoughts were disturbed, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

The head of the Tianjiao clan died like this, and until the end, no one witnessed his iron-blooded battle, and no one knew where he died.

For a strong man with ambitions, this way of death may be the best destination, coming quietly and leaving quietly, leaving only the glory of the past and the story of the past.

No one saw the grief of him staggering and falling to the ground, nor the desolation of his mouth overflowing with blood and weakness.

In the mundane world, there are legends everywhere that soldiers are willing to die on the battlefield.

In the world of cultivators, don't those really strong people also want to die in battle?

Come to Japan to show your skills, and be willing to sprinkle blood in the spring and autumn.

Yang Ling sat cross-legged in the center of the ring and thought a lot.

"Perhaps, I will have such a day! Die in battle, at least there has been a bang!"

Then, he collected the things on Xia Yan's body.

'A pseudo-space treasure, three splitting talisman pills, a Rongyuan fruit, a hundred star spirit stones, and that ancient dilapidated lantern' For these, Yang Ling was very satisfied, which was a great gain.

Especially the ancient lamp, which made him the most excited.

With this thing, if you play against those super strong again, you can at least be invincible for a short time.