For a moment, almost all the monks around the area had a great change in their complexions.

"Is this a prank?"

"The Well of Gods and Demons is the legendary place that connects the Nine Demon Realms with the Ancient Heavenly Court."

"It's just that after the battle to the heavens, the ancient heavenly court was destroyed, and the well of gods and demons was knocked down to the world, I don't know where it went."

"How could it be here?"

Regarding the legend of the Well of Gods and Demons, Chen Xuanyue had also seen it in ancient books, but now she didn't expect to be able to reach this legendary place in this secret realm.

Whether it's true or not, he can't be sure.

However, most of the people present felt that this must be fake.

After all, in the secret realm that Youwu transformed after his death, how could he be worthy of such a level of ruins?

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost."

Monk Hua snorted coldly, wanting to continue walking, but at this moment, the fairy light in the sky continued to pop out words.

- Listen to the wailing of the ancient battlefield!

With the appearance of these words, the next moment, countless blood colors popped out of the fairy light, dyeing everything with a bit of strong demonic nature.

Immediately after that, a golden light burst out, dyeing everything with a bit of divinity.

White bones!

It's as if the warriors who once slept here on the ancient battlefield have been resurrected.

The flower monk, who had always been bold, finally changed his face.

A sense of foreboding floated in his heart.

The other monks did not look good.

Because since these skeletons stood up, they felt a strong sense of invisible oppression.

The only face present was still calm, and it seemed that there was no wave, only Chen Xuanyue.

Many people looked at him and thought, is this young gentleman pretending to be forced, or has he expected this situation, or does he not understand anything, so he is not a little flustered and afraid?

For a while, they were a little unsure of the son of the Demon Lord, who was killed in the first place on the Chenyue List and was known as the young monarch of the Snow Country.

At this moment, the white bone soldiers who stood up began to rush and kill.

They didn't do anything to Chen Xuanyue and these immortal cultivators, but fought each other together.

The clashing of weapons, the sound of swords slicing into flesh and breaking bones.

There were also the heart-rending wails of skeletons being cut to the ground.

These voices were intertwined, stimulating the five senses of everyone present, just like the amulet of Hades.

"My head hurts!"

"I'm going to blow my head!"

"What's going on?"

……

Countless monks covered their heads and wailed.

In their minds, they couldn't help but have images of soldiers fighting, blood, and death.

After a short time, there were immortal cultivators who fell to the ground and rolled in pain, looking like life was worse than death.

Blood flowed from their features.

Their faces were all hideously twisted together, and they were no longer human, which made people shudder.

After another moment, they died!

Died on this ancient battlefield.

Suddenly, those immortal cultivators who were still alive panicked.

"What's the matter, there's nothing attacking us, why are we in so much pain?"

"They died, how did they die, who killed them?"

……

At this moment, the flower monk spoke.

"A bunch of idiots, this ruin is launching a spiritual attack on us!"

This point, in fact, Chen Xuanyue has already seen it.

Because when these skeleton soldiers began to fight, when the spirits of all the immortal cultivators present were attacked.

The "door" in Chen Xuanyue's mind woke up by itself.

There is always only one situation when the "door" awakens, and that is when someone launches a spiritual attack on him, wanting to attack his divine consciousness and soul!

Of course, many immortal cultivators also reacted later, but these demon monks were not saints of all sentient beings, they chose to watch from the wall, indifferently watching those monks who were in a mess and had a short circuit in their heads for a while, and could only wait for death in a panic to slowly move towards death.

It was the mad and evil flower monk who chose to speak out with kindness.

The glow of light on his body flowed, and finally turned into Buddhist mantras dancing around him.

"It's like a dream, it's just a dream, how it hurts me, how it scares me!"

His complexion has already regained his calmness, and his whole person has also regained his previous momentum, only two words can describe it.

- Strong.

At this moment, new words appeared in the magma-like sky.

"Honor the souls of the dead on the battlefield!"

What do you mean?

Everyone is like a monk who is like Zhanger, and he is a little confused.

At this moment, on the ancient battlefield, a wind suddenly rose, raising quicksand.

Those skeleton soldiers who were still fighting were blown by the wind like this, and they scattered and scattered.

The next moment, the glow rose.

Out of it came countless armored souls!

The souls of the dead are armed with halberds or swords or swords.

In short, they have all eighteen kinds of weapons in their hands.

Their aura is very powerful, almost no less than the most elite army of the Snow Country Demon Clan.

However, their realm continued to decline, and finally suppressed at the peak of the Yuan Infant, or more precisely, the peak of the Demon Infant.

Immediately after, some of the revenants stepped forward, and then pointed the weapons in their hands at the immortal cultivators, as if it was some kind of ritual before the challenge.

"Is it true that to pay homage to the souls of the dead on the battlefield is to fight them?"

For a while, almost all the surviving immortal cultivators couldn't help but have such a thought in their hearts.

Just as they were thinking about this, a middle-aged man at the peak of the primordial infant walked out, and also raised his weapon against the revenant soldier, making the same movement.

His weapon is a folding fan, so he has a bit of a merry charm.

The next moment, the revenant made a move.

The weapon in its hand was a spear, and it swept through thousands of armies and took the head of the immortal cultivator holding the folding fan.

Without any spells or supernatural powers, it is pure force.

When it did it, the immortal cultivator did it too.

The man's magic was surging and all of it was submerged in the folding fan.

Then, the folding fan treasure light bloomed and gave birth to several demonic flame hurricanes, rushing towards the revenant warriors!

The lance of the Revenant Warrior was beaten to a halt by three hurricanes!

However, it made a surprising move.

It unexpectedly let go of its gun and rushed forward with an arrow.

The middle-aged man was shocked, feeling bad, and while withdrawing from the retreat, he suddenly waved the folding fan again.

This time, it was not a hurricane, but a sea of magic fireworks.

The sea of demonic flames spread across the four wildernesses, and the power was terrifying, so that many immortal cultivators who watched the battle couldn't help but change their color.

But the revenant soul passed directly through the sea of fire, grabbed the middle-aged man's neck, and then twisted it off.

The sea of flames could not hurt him through his armor.

He was faster than a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't have the slightest melee strength in front of him.

Therefore, it killed the middle-aged man.

For a while, many immortal cultivators who were weaker than middle-aged men suddenly panicked.

A strong man like a middle-aged man was easily killed by the revenant, how could they fight?

At this moment, one of them took the initiative to stand up and pointed the weapon in his hand at one of the dead souls.

He accepted the challenge of the Dead.