At this moment of urgency, the valley lord of Heming Valley turned into a question, and Wu Heng, the lord of Wujiabao Fort, were all alarmed, and they came quickly with the Cangyu Crane.

Seeing that Hua Wentian was angry and wanted to make trouble, Wu Heng hurriedly stopped him, then laughed and said to Hong Yuze: "Why should the Lord of the Hong Mansion be angry? If we fight at this critical moment, we will be cheaper than the hundreds of thousands of scattered cultivators, let's get through this difficulty with harmony first!"

Hong Yuze snorted coldly, raised the big knife in his hand and was about to slash at Yi Tian, even He Shuyao and Yi Ziqi, who couldn't stop crying beside Yi Tian, did not let go.

Hua Wentian was furious, his body was radiant, like a small sun, he held a long sword in his hand, ready to kill at any time.

At the same time, there was a shouting of mountains and tsunamis all around, the earth was rolling, the sky was roaring, this was the army of both sides advancing, their armor was stained with blood, they were rust-free, they were not afraid of death, and they were pressing forward step by step.

The peerless war on the Long Plains is about to break out again, and those scattered cultivators are far away to see the excitement.

Some people even shouted and shouted to cheer both sides, lest they would not be able to fight.

At this moment, Gui Yuanying of the Mountain of No Return also arrived, he frowned, and Wu Heng said that the two people who were tense were swords-rattling, and several people present knew that it was not easy to start a war at this moment, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Finally, they calmed down, Hong Yuze looked at Yi Tian coldly, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I'm going to take this woman away!" Hong Yuze pointed at He Shuyao.

He had already seen that He Shuyao and Yang Ling had a great relationship, otherwise he would not be so painful and uncomfortable.

Yi Tian stood up tremblingly, laughed and said, "Kill me first!"

"Lord Hong, that young man has been killed by you, forget about this matter!" Some of the surrounding Wujiabao and the spiritual cultivators of the Mountain of No Return also acted as peacemakers.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Ling is dead.

The hustle and bustle on the Long Plains has calmed down again, and most of the scattered cultivators have dispersed, and some people are still looking for the flowers that will not fall, hoping that a miracle will happen.

The Ancient Land only exists in legends, and no one has ever actually seen or reached that place.

It has been said that the ancient land is the birthplace of life, where there are supreme powers, endless treasures, and all kinds of things that people think but can't get.

It is also said that there was no slaughter, no disputes, no battles in the ancient lands, where the great dukes of the world were full of peace everywhere.

......

It is also said that the ancient land has long ceased to exist, perhaps never existed, and that everything is just people's reverie, people's expectations.

Even the so-called path to the Ancient Lands is fake, the road is real, but no one knows where it leads.

This is a turbid world, with a dusk sky, a dusk earth, yellow sand everywhere, black stones everywhere, as if there are no living beings, no hope.

From time to time, there are strange sounds in the air, which are enduring, like a guide.

There are no roads in this infinite world, and it can be said that there are roads everywhere.

In a trance, a light appeared in the distance, like the dawn of dawn, giving people a direction.

On a bare ground, Yang Ling lay quietly, his breath was weak, and he was hovering on the edge of life and death.

Hong Yuze's attack power was too strong, and although he had been removed by Yi Tian, he still almost killed him.

If it weren't for the use of the Vajra method to protect the heart veins with all his might, he would have died completely at this time.

Half a day passed, and he didn't wake up.

A day later, his breath grew even weaker.

Just two days later, the bright light in the distance was getting closer and closer, and it was clearly visible.

It turned out to be a lantern with a strange shape, boxy, made of some material, like a bronze vessel, constantly emitting light.

The lantern came faintly, as if someone was walking with it, and it was very terrifying in this dim space.

It hung above Yang Ling's body, exuding a glow as warm as the spring sun.

In the light, Yang Ling's breath became thicker and thicker, the body was rapidly recovering, and everything was developing in a good direction.

His shattered bones were reassembled, blocked meridians were opened one by one, and by the time it was all over, he had been completely reborn.

Yang Ling had an extremely long dream, in which he married He Shuyao and had children, grew old together, and lived a happy life.

'Whew~'

When he woke up, he opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and saw the strange lantern that was fading away.

He didn't know what was going on, he only knew that his body had recovered, and his physical body was much stronger than before, but his realm had not improved at all.

The small baggage full of spiritual objects was still around, but it was already stained red with blood.

"Is this the Ancient Way?" he looked around and felt that it was too desolate, with no vegetation and no living things, unlike the rumored path to the Ancient Lands.

"Shen Bin told me that the road is like a fairyland, full of flowers, clear water, and aura, but unfortunately no one has ever seen the existence of other creatures. He looked ugly, and felt that he had been sent somewhere else.

He stood up, carrying his small baggage, and followed the lantern that was fading away.

Suddenly, he heard some strange sounds, like the wind, like the rain, and like a call.

The sound came from the front, and if you keep going, you might find its source.

'Woo~'

The originally peaceful place suddenly blew a strong wind, yellow sand covered the sky, black stones flew wildly, and it was an apocalyptic scene.

In the fierce wind, the lantern was erratic, but it was still moving forward, guiding Yang Ling in the direction.

'Click'

A crisp voice sounded, and he looked down to see a corpse under his feet, which looked very terrifying.

"Did this man just die?" he noticed an anomaly, the bones had some fabric attached to them, they hadn't yet decorated, and there were some blood streaks on the bones.

The sound in the distance was getting closer and closer, but it was extremely unstable, and it seemed to be very strange.

Finally, the wind subsided, and when I looked back, a long stretch of sand dunes had appeared behind me.

And everything in front of him was in full view, but this glance shocked him.

On the way forward, corpses appeared from time to time, and I don't know what was eating the flesh and blood, leaving only a skeleton.

"What the hell is this?" he felt a tingling on the top of his head and a cold sweat on his back.

Staying in such a place for a long time, people will have a sense of despair, everywhere is desolate, and the corpses are so dazzling.

He walked on, and after two days, the sound seemed to be getting closer.

Finally, after walking for several hours, he vaguely saw several figures jumping and chasing in the distance, and they disappeared in a flash, so fast that it was elusive.

Yang Ling was overjoyed and finally saw a living creature, no matter what it was, it was also a kind of spiritual comfort for him.

He walked quickly, vaguely feeling that there was some secret hidden in front of him, and he could reveal why there were so many corpses here.

A day later, just as he was about to give up, he finally saw hope, and some people were huddled together with their backs to him.

Just as his heart was filled with excitement, the lantern that had led him to this place suddenly exploded, scattering debris everywhere.

Yang Ling looked down and saw that the debris on the ground had accumulated a thick layer, and it was obvious that a lot of lanterns had been broken.

His brow furrowed, not knowing why the lantern had suddenly shattered, or what it portended.

However, he didn't care about this anymore, and quickly came behind the people to say hello.

But at this moment, a loud roar came from the front, "Boy, you don't want to live anymore, come here!"

Yang Ling was taken aback by this abrupt voice, so he didn't know why, and when he looked over, there was a man standing in the distance waving.

The next moment, he knew the reason, and saw the few people in front of him who were originally clustered together suddenly turned around.

Their eyes were red, and there was no flesh on their chests, revealing their bones, while the rest of their bodies were intact, but still festering.

'Smack~'

A palm-sized piece of flesh fell from one of the stomachs, revealing the organs inside, a scene that was terrifying and terrifying.

'Roar~'

A beast roar squeezed out of their throats, and at the same time, more black and smelly internal organs squirted out of their mouths, and Yang Ling was frightened and disgusted.

He turned and ran, vomiting as he ran, almost throwing up his stomach.

'Roar~Wangwang~Ahhh~'

A strange voice came from behind him, and a bloodstained hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

He was so shocked that he turned around and kicked out, and the guy who was grabbing his shoulder was straight to the air, screaming.

Yang Ling continued to run wildly, feeling that the soles of his feet were sticky and stained with some rotten flesh.

In an instant, his mouth burst again, and he spat out a lot of bitter water.

Panting, he soon reached the strange man's side, and the several half-dead people behind him did not continue to chase and kill.

"What the hell is this place?" he asked, panting, wiping the bitter water from the corner of his mouth.

The man glanced at the half-dead people in the distance and said, "We don't know exactly what this place is, many people are dead for no reason, and everyone else is ahead." ”

Yang Ling glanced at the fragments of lanterns on the ground and asked, "What's going on with these lanterns?"

The man also didn't know anything, and shook his head like a rattle, indicating that when they came, they saw a lot of lanterns, which were like guardians, protecting most of the people from harm, but some people still did not escape the disaster.

Yang Ling was surprised, and after thinking about the things before and after, he was sure that it was this kind of lantern that saved him.

"It's a shame that such a miraculous thing is broken!"

"Yes, some of the wounded were healed by them, but they didn't want to approach the half-dead, as if they were avoiding something. ”

Yang Ling thought to himself, feeling that these lanterns were probably deliberately placed here by someone, just to guide the latecomers.

"You go to the front first, I'm going to pick up the descendants here, those lanterns will be broken when they get here, and some people who don't know the details will be killed by these ghosts. ”

"What are the people up front doing?"

The man answered all the questions, and said seriously: "They are all trapped, you can go and take a look!"

Yang Ling nodded, took a deep look at the man, and then turned to leave.

This book was first published from 17k, the first time to see the genuine content!