The ruins of the ancient battlefield, like the ruins of the sword tomb, are also another world.

After Li Xiangyun took Xiao Qianjun in, he appeared in a vast wilderness.

In the wilderness, there were corpses everywhere, and a small river meandered into the distance, and the river was full of floating corpses and blood, which could be called a bloody raft.

The crimson blood soaked the surrounding fields into blood.

Several vultures soared through the air, making a hoarse and mournful chirp.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qianjun, who was standing next to Li Xiangyun, pulled the hem of his clothes and said weakly: "Senior brother, I'm a little afraid." ”

"Don't be afraid that this is an ancient battlefield, it's just a distant reappearance, like a mirage."

Xiao Qianjun understood it, but she was still scared and jumped on the left shoulder of the senior brother.

As if to refute Li Xiangyi's words, as soon as he finished speaking, a pair of stubborn Yin soldiers came from the fog.

"Senior brother, they are so scary!" Xiao Qianjun whispered.

Li Xiangyi raised his eyes and saw that there were a total of ten people in this Yin Soldier team, and the weakest one was in the early stage of the Seven Realms, and the team was in the Eighth Realm.

It's no wonder that the three members of the demon slaying team said that this ancient battlefield was very dangerous, and it didn't look like it was for low-level monks at all.

A random team encountered, the soldiers are at least seven realms.

How powerful should the captains, generals, and even commanders of the three armed forces be?

If such an army is released to the outside world, can it still be repaid?

However, the more this happened, the more interested Li Xiangyi became in what had happened in the Outer Places.

After all, such a terrible team has also been killed and turned into Yin soldiers.

How strong should the power that destroy them be?

When Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun looked at the Yin Soldier Squad, the Yin Soldiers also spotted them, changed directions, and walked straight towards them.

Their speed is not very fast, but they exude an extremely strong coercion, the soldiers are strong, the military discipline is strict, and they are not afraid of death, such a Yin soldier team is not something ordinary people can resist.

Li Xiangyun didn't provoke them, took Xiao Qianjun, harnessed the [Fast Wind], and quickly escaped.

Half an hour later, Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun came to the outside of a dilapidated town.

The small city in the wilderness looked like a military town.

The houses on the outskirts of the military town and the battlements on the inner walls are full of traces of fighting with knives and axes.

At the top of the town center was a ruined fortress with a flagpole on which a half-mutilated military flag hung from it.

The military flag was soaked in blood, and the pattern on it Li Xiangyun had never seen in any book, not like the style of this world.

"Senior brother, there is someone under that flagpole!"

Xiao Qianjun suddenly pointed to the flagpole in the distance and whispered.

She still carries the small bookcase on her back, and as she doubles in size, the storage box also grows larger, and it still fits well behind her back.

Li Xiangyi looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, he saw a person sitting on the right side of the flagpole, next to a half-collapsed stone house.

Half of that person's body was already decayed, and his whole body was full of life, and he should also be a Yin soldier.

But he is different from ordinary Yin soldiers, the Yin soldier team that Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun just encountered is intact except for being lifeless.

The armor on his body, the long knife and war spear in his hand, and even shiny, are similar to new.

And this Yin soldier under the flagpole is like a man who has just crawled out of the pile of dead people.

Li Xiangyun did not rush closer, went around to the side, and watched from a distance.

Soon he and Xiao Qianjun had seen his appearance clearly.

This should be an old pawn, the late cultivation of the Eight Realms, compared to the Yin Soldier Squad Team Zheng encountered before, it is a few points stronger.

His two eye sockets no longer had eyeballs, black holes, but he seemed to be able to see, and glanced at Li Xiangyi and them.

But he didn't react more, and turned back, looking down at the object in his hand.

He was holding a bone flute in his hand and seemed to want to play it.

However.

He only has one right hand left, how can he play the flute?

"Senior brother, is he missing his hometown?"

"Perhaps."

Li Xiangyun suddenly remembered an allusion: embattled.

Perhaps this veteran who crawled out of the pile of dead people is really missing his hometown.

Every time the Taixu Old Turtle migrates, won't he let these Yin soldiers and heroic souls who died in battle go home?

In the sky above the ancient battlefield, there was also half a round of remnant sun, and the dim sunlight shone on this ruined military town, and also shone on the old soldiers killed under the flagpole, which looked lonely and tragic.

Millions of comrades died in battle, and a wisp of lonely souls guarded the old camp.

"Let's go."

After watching for half an hour, Li Xiangyi chose to leave quietly and not to disturb the old pawn.

After a few dozen breaths, the two came to a high ridge.

As far as the eye can see, there are three dry river valleys that run almost parallel to each other.

Xiao Qianjun said crisply: "Senior brother, this is the Sangan River Valley, it seems that it is not far from the Shuofeng Ruined City where Sister Nanjun and them are retreating, let's go find Sister Nanjun, right?" ”

Li Xiangyun nodded: "Okay, let's go to Shuofeng Waste City." ”

Xiao Qianjun was very happy, turned into a green shadow, and took the lead in flying in the direction of the three dry river valleys.

Suddenly, a blue and strange whirlwind blew around the entire high ridge.

"This is the dark blue wind, Xiao Qian'er is back soon!"

Li Xiangyun wanted to pull Xiao Qianjun back, but it was already slow.

I saw that the blue and strange whirlwind burst into a brilliant blue light, and it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Xiao Qianjun also disappeared.

Li Xiangyun hurriedly pinched the trick and used the [Great Yi Heavenly Technique] to deduce Xiao Qianjun's whereabouts.

……

A black Gobi full of wind-eroded mushrooms lies somewhere on the ancient battlefield, like a black devil city.

A girl in a green skirt carrying a small bookcase on her back, hiding behind a large mound, poked out her little head, and carefully looked around.

Her body was covered with mud, and her little face still had tear stains, and she looked pitiful.

It was Xiao Qianjun who was separated from the senior brother.

Seeing that there was no movement around her, and that there were no Yin soldiers, heroic spirits, or blue winds, she courageously climbed up the mound.

Looking around, seeing that there was still no big brother, the little guy's little face was wrinkled, as if he was about to cry again.

In the end, she couldn't hold back her crying, made a trumpet shape with both hands, and called softly and expectantly: "Senior brother! Big brother—"

She didn't call the senior brother, but called a young fat Taoist priest.

"Huh? What a spiritual goblin! ”

The young fat Taoist priest was very surprised to see Xiao Qianjun, and then he was overjoyed: "It just so happens that my Yin Land is a small blessed land, and there is still a lack of a conservation spirit." ”

"Little guy, come with me, my brother will find you a treasure land for life, which can allow you to quickly grow into a spirit demon."

Xiao Qianjun was very frightened the first moment he saw the young fat Taoist priest, and when he heard his words at this time, his little face turned pale with fright.

"I'm not going with you!"

"Let's go, Brother Xiaodao has a lot of spiritual things that contain grass and wood spirits, and he won't treat you badly."

Sou!

Xiao Qianjun directly turned into a cyan sword light and fled into the distance.

"It's still a natural sword grass? Great, with you, my little blessed land of yin soil will definitely go to the next level and become a real blessed land. ”

The young fat Taoist priest was more and more pleasantly surprised.

Xiao Qianjun shouted as he ran away: "My senior brother is Li Xiangyun of Hanshan Academy, if you dare to arrest me, he will not spare you." ”

"Hanshan Academy? Is it the one who drew with Xiao Ye and killed the Broken Sword Sect? ”

"Yes!"

"It's really a great character, but he's not here right now, I caught you and put you in the small blessed land of the yin soil, God doesn't know it, no matter how powerful he is, what can he do to me?"

As soon as the young fat Taoist priest's voice fell, a clear voice sounded on the left:

"Really?"