Walking in the yellow sand, the wind whimpered, and sometimes there were ancient songs in the ears, which did not appear in the spiritual world, the ballads came from afar, following this ancient song, Xiao Yi walked through one sand dune after another, and the cold air in the sand almost passed through the skin and flesh into the bone marrow, and the ancient battlefield was even colder.

The sky was dark, the sun and the moon were not visible, and the dusky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and there were no clouds, but it rained on the sixth day when Xiao Yi stepped into this ancient battlefield.

The blood-colored rain fell from the top of the head, there was a heavy bloody gas, and the desert under his feet soon became dark red, and even the rain merged into a stream, flowing between the dark red yellow sand, and the blood-colored water reflected not the sky, but a blood-stained corpse, next to the corpse, there were broken halberds, and there were broken spears......

Xiao Yi frowned, the ancient battlefield became more and more secretive, he quickened his pace, the blood rain fell on his body, he burst out of blood and blood, he couldn't get close, he had been walking for half a day, the blood rain stopped, and after less than a stick of incense, the original dark red sand soil was restored to its original state, the yellow sand was raised, and there was no trace of blood.

The sound of the ancient song became clearer, and on the eighth day, in the distant sky, a city of sand appeared.

This is a dilapidated ancient city, I don't know how long the road has passed, the walls of the yellow sand are full of mottled marks, and its body is full of swords and wounds.

Shacheng is very big, even Xiao Yi is a little frightened after approaching, the old sand wall is a hundred zhang high, the whole sand city is afraid that it is a hundred miles away, a vicissitudes of life and ancient qi is permeating, here, is the source of the ancient song, the voice, is from the city.

It's hard to imagine who built such an ancient city here, buried in the endless years, Xiao Yi doesn't know much about this sand city, Shi Zhixuan just told him that there are many tombstones in this sand city, and the city is creation.

Yellow sand into a city, even in the era of science and technology is unimaginable, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and pressed on the city wall, his strength was slightly spit, but there was a layer of fine sand falling down, the solidity of the wall was somewhat beyond Xiao Yi's expectations, although it was only a force, but even the previous three-zhang high stone tablet could not withstand it.

If it is replaced by an ordinary small high-rise in the era of science and technology, it will also shake the foundation.

But immediately Xiao Yi was relieved, for him, it was a miracle to come to this ancient land, everything here is a legend, more legendary than a myth, Xiao Yi didn't know if he could go back, if so, how long would it take, or after endless years, somewhere on the earth, a fossil of ultra-ancient human bones was excavated.

There was only one gate in the sand city, and the huge gate was dozens of feet high, but one was missing, and the other was broken, and the wind swept the sand, and from here into the city, the ancient song became clearer and clearer.

Xiao Yi walked into the city, and as soon as he stepped through the city gate, he felt a chill to his bones, which seemed to be born from the depths of his bone marrow, almost freezing his body.

With a cold snort, Xiao Yi's body was full of blood and qi, surging like the Yangtze River, and the cold qi in the depths of the bone marrow was suddenly dispersed, and even in the place around him, the air was slightly distorted, and there was heat rising, even if he didn't have the slightest cultivation, he was like a blazing furnace, in this cold sand city, like a bright light, it was difficult to ignore.

After passing through the nearly 100-zhang long Yongdao, what appeared in front of Xiao Yi was a vast forest of steles, large and small pitch-black stone steles, standing in the sand city, where Xiao Yi could not see the sand.

Because in front of his eyes, the white bones covered the whole earth, and he couldn't see the shape clearly, the broken bones were not as big as a fist, I don't know how deep the road was, and a desolate breath lingered in the city, Xiao Yi gasped, and the white bones were piled up, maybe it was such a scene, only when I really saw it, I knew what kind of shock it was.

Xiao Yi could smell the smell of white bones, and he couldn't tell whether they were aliens or humans, but they were all buried here when they died, this sand city is a huge cemetery, where not only lives are buried, but also a period of time, and even an era.

Xiao Yi suddenly understood, the ancient singing, it was summoning spirits, summoning the deceased ancestors and heroic spirits, they buried their bones here, and future generations did not forget them.

Barely calming down, Xiao Yi looked intently, in the sand city in front of him, there are tens of thousands of large and small stone tablets, but most of them are below five zhang, only less than two thousand from five zhang to ten zhang, less than one hundred more than ten zhang, ranging from ten zhang to ninety-nine zhang, and reaching a hundred zhang high, there are only nine in the entire sand city.

Back then, Shi Gong and the commander of the fire broke a stone tablet that reached ten zhang, the ruins of that year were no longer to be found, fifty years of time, enough to wash away a lot of things, but also to bury life.

Xiao Yi's eyes moved slightly, and from the stele forest, he heard the sound of breaking the air, which was the sound of a fist breaking through the air.

Stepping into the white bones, the white bones spread all the way to his waist, and in the vast white bones, Xiao Yi felt a little unreal, but then, his eyes became sharp, and his cultivation was sealed, and the spiritual world was imprisoned, making him very easy to be infected by everything around him, and just before he knew it, he was drawn by the breath of this sand city. If you really indulge in it, it is likely to hurt your mind, and when the month expires, out of this ancient battlefield, there will definitely be a great turmoil in the spiritual world, and even go mad, and the qi and blood disorders are very likely.

"Now that I'm dead, I still want to influence my will, even if my spiritual power is blocked, it's not like you can do it!"

With a cold snort, Xiao Yi's blood boiled, and when he stepped out, many white bones in front of him suddenly shattered and turned into powder, he was not worried about hurting the bones of his ancestors, in his opinion, since someone had set up this stone tablet, most of the bones all over the ground were not left by the ancestors of the human race, they were all aliens!

At this moment, there were two black shadows looking from afar outside Shacheng, they gritted their teeth, and the murderous intent in their eyes surged, but they were finally extinguished.

"For him to live one more moment, it will take their hands. ”

"Hmph, leave him with no bones left!"

In the forest of steles.

Xiao Yi's blood is surging, like a furnace rolling, and his bones are turned into ashes wherever he passes, he has no reverence for these alien races, and he still wants to affect him after death, so he can only crush it with his body. Soon, he found the man who had struck the stele.

"Xiao Yi!"

Shi Taiyi let out a low sigh, and he was attacking a ten-zhang high stone tablet with all his might, and cracks had already appeared on the pitch-black stone tablet.

Really!

Xiao Yi's heart moved, Shi Zhixuan once said that the stone tablet in this sand city will be fragile every fifty years, fifty years ago, even if it was a thousand-division leader-level powerhouse, he didn't want to break a ten-zhang high stone tablet within a month with his own strength, as for Shi Gong and Huoli Qianfu back then, but because they got a broken bone soldier, they barely did it, as for Shi Taiyi, although he is now close to the realm of blood refining small perfection, but compared with the ancestors of the clan fifty years ago, it is still inferior, and being able to do so is what Shi Zhixuan said。

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Xiao Yi sighed in his heart, even if it is a powerful artifact, it can't withstand the wear and tear of the years, time is the number one killer in the world, let you die unconsciously.

"They're all here!" Shi Taiyi said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yi nodded, he didn't expect the four of them to be one step faster than him, he didn't care, walked in the stele forest, and soon saw the figures of Tuoba Feng and the three of them, the three of them each chose a stone stele, none of them were under ten zhang, among them, Mu Xue stood in front of a fifteen zhang high stele, the green iron sword in his hand danced, although there was no fluctuation of battle qi, but with the power of strong qi and blood, each sword left an inch of sword marks on the stele.

Her swordsmanship is more refined, Xiao Yi even vaguely sensed a trace of sharp edge, the green iron sword was cold, when Xiao Yi arrived, Mu Xue didn't even look back, she was trying to smash the stone tablet, and she was also sharpening her swordsmanship, the original Qingfeng swordsmanship was unrecognizable in her hands, but there was a faint change of rebirth, the sword style was majestic between the transfers, in Xiao Yi's eyes, this swordsmanship could already be included in the first-class realm, obviously in this period of time, not only he was improving, but Mu Xue and the four were also transforming.

From Tuoba Feng, Xiao Yi learned that Jian Qingsheng was in the center of the stele forest, but he had not moved, only sat cross-legged, buried in many broken bones, and had been for a while.

In the stele forest, Xiao Yi successively saw the Chiyan Qianfu, the Huohe Patriarch, and the Gufeng Patriarch, each of them had their own choices, among them, the two patriarchs of Huohe and Gufeng were standing in front of a huge stone tablet twenty zhang high, the two stone tablets were dark blue, glowing with a cold metallic luster, the two adjusted their breathing, and sometimes punched, the blood and gas were like a big river surging, hitting the stone tablet, making a deafening sound, and there was a deafening sound, and there was a rush of gravel falling down.

After a while, Xiao Yi saw the red dragon, he also stood in front of a seventeen zhang high stone tablet, for Xiao Yi's appearance, the red dragon smiled bitterly, and his eyes fell thirty zhang away.

Following the red dragon's gaze, Xiao Yi's heart shook slightly, he saw that the fire was leaving the commander, standing quietly in front of a pile of rubble at the moment, it was a pile of fragments of the stele, scattered, many had sunk into the broken bones, the red copper armillary hammer was placed on this pile of rubble, the fire was a little heavy in the captain's breath, and it was clearly audible in this stele forest.

As if he didn't hear the footsteps behind him, after a dozen breaths, the captain of the fire took a deep breath and reached out to grab the copper armillary hammer.