I want to turn back, but there is no turning back.

I can only go forward bravely.

Wu Ming whispered a word and asked everyone to be careful.

The canyon is long, stretching for more than a few thousand miles. Along the way, there are more scattered bones, there are human races, there are alien beasts, there are demon beasts, there are giant races, and there are ancient tribes that have long disappeared in the long river of history. The white bones were sensen, revealing a trace of tragic aura, and cracks could be clearly seen on some huge bones, which were not the result of the wear and tear of the years, but were broken by some weapon.

The huge beast bones were hundreds of zhang tall, but the human skeletons were only about two meters tall and fell to the ground. Broken weapons, bronze swords, bronze spears, broken bronze bells, fragments of fiery red broadswords, golden halberds, and fragments of silver armor reveal incomparably desolation and tragedy.

A spear nailed to a skeleton, hanging on the stone wall next to the canyon, a broken sword, inserted into a huge beast bone, and this broken sword, the size of dozens of zhang.

"This is, god bone?" Wu Ming picked up the bone in front of him, and his heart was shocked.

This is supposed to be a leg bone, forty or fifty centimeters long, but it is silvery-white, like steel and silver, with a metallic luster. In this night, there was a glimmer of silver-white light. And all around, there were many similar lights flickering.

What's more, there is even a golden light.

Silver Holy Bone, Golden Divine Bone!

Isn't this the battlefield of the ancient gods?

Celestial gods. Or are they immortals? No one can trace the great war of countless years ago, leaving only the bones of a place to show their tragic past.

"Huh"

A black shadow flashed, and Wu Ming's heart was shocked, could it be that there are ghosts here?

Ghost?

Even a martial artist would be afraid of something he had never seen before. There was a tremor in their hearts, and almost everyone saw that black shadow flashing away.

If it's really a ghost, how can it be dealt with?

The disciples of the Taixu Sect took the lead in chasing after them, but they were not afraid, but chased after them. Shangqing disciples also followed. Follow in the footsteps of the dark shadow. In an instant, it was already far away.

What are these people going to do?

Wu Ming was puzzled, but he didn't plan to catch up. In this ancient battlefield, it is better to have more than one thing to do, and what can we do if we catch up? This ghost place. It's not something that mortals can touch.

The departure of the disciples of the two sects. The Buddha also left alone. Go ahead.

Everyone split into small groups and walked away.

This canyon is huge, dozens of miles wide.

"Let's go too!" Wu Ming waved his hand. There was a gleam in his eyes.

The purple gold divine dragon in the sea of his knowledge suddenly shouted: "Grass your uncle, this is actually a corner of the ancient battlefield, and that ghost thing, what is it? I wipe, boy, hurry over and kill him, you have been in this battlefield for so long, there must be treasures, as long as we get treasures, we will be rich!"

Wu Ming is not in a hurry, not in a hurry, but there is no means to kill that ghost. This thing didn't even recognize what the Purple Gold Divine Dragon was, how could he know what the Dao was? Just looking at that guy's speed, a pair of green eyes emitted a ghostly light.

"Let's wait until I understand this fire first!" Wu Ming smiled, and a man appeared in the sea of knowledge, meditating on a purple-gold flame the size of his thumb.

Tinder, this is Wu Ming's harvest in the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

It's a pity that Wu Ming's Yuan Shen can't be used, but it makes him understand the simple use of spiritual power. That villain is not a primordial god, but Wu Ming's spiritual power is intertwined, outsiders can't see it, and they can't release it like a primordial god, it's just a nothing.

"Tinder, I didn't expect Emperor Yan to comprehend such a realm! Jiuyang True Fire and the purple Nanming Separation Fire are intertwined, he has almost comprehended the law of fire to the extreme, worthy of Emperor Yan!"

"Worthy of the title of Emperor Yan!" "The Yuanshen Giant also praised loudly, this is the third time he has agreed with someone.

It can be imagined how amazing this Yan Emperor is.

Wu Ming walked quietly all the way, and comprehended the fire all the way.

No matter how long the canyon is, there will be an end. Out of the canyon, there is an open plain, the plain is thousands of miles, there is no end in sight, there is no mountain jungle, only a horse and a flat river can not see the end of the red soil, and the white bones everywhere.

A desolate and miserable aura permeated the plain, and the dirt that should have been yellow was stained red with blood, and even black in some places. The immortal blood does not melt, the divine blood does not condense, and the inexplicable breath on the earth is released from the blood, perhaps because of time, there is only a faint trace of divine might.

"Most of them are Silver Sacred Bones and Golden Divine Bones!There are so many of these bones that only exist in legends!" Lin Bufan shouted, and even he, a sword idiot, couldn't help but scream.

The bones were piled up, and some were scattered all over the ground.

All kinds of broken divine weapons were discarded at will, and when they were touched, they immediately turned into wind and sand and dissipated in the wind. And some of the weapons that looked ordinary have passed countless years, and they are still the same as countless years ago, and even a little of the bronze has not been weathered and lost in history.

"This is the Divine War?" Ye Fan looked at this endless white bone of xenomorphism, and his heart was restless.

"This, it's not weathered yet, but this broken spear is so heavy!" Lei Zhengtian picked up a bronze spear with both hands, but it was only broken, and the length of the hand in his hand was less than one and a half meters, which seemed to be very heavy, but it was still a real thing, and it did not turn into a pile of fine sand in an instant.

"Huh?" Lin Bufan took it in the past, grabbed it with one hand, and suddenly fell to the ground, making a 'sonorous' metal collision sound.

"It's really heavy, I'm afraid it's at least thousands of catties!" Lin Bufan said in disbelief.

Although the cultivation is the natural knowledge of the Dao, but after all, it is the cultivation of the body and the day after tomorrow, with the growth of skill, the strength of the body is also gradually increasing. And this broken spear can't even be held by the strength of the body alone. You must know that Lin Bufan is now a martial artist who has entered the realm of martial arts, that is, the strength of his body can reach four or five thousand catties, but he can't even hold a broken spear less than one meter and a half with one hand.

If it was intact, how much did the bronze spear have to weigh, and how was it forged?

Tens of thousands of catties of bronze, but condensed only two or three meters long bronze spear, how did those swordsmiths do it? How did those people use it? No wonder this thing has not been weathered for countless years, it is really unusual.

"I'll try!" Wu Ming mentioned the broken spear, the strength on his body was barely right, and with a movement of his wrist, he pulled out a spear flower.

The spear was swung not very quickly, but with a hint of whistling, followed by a series of sonic booms out of thin air, like firecrackers, which shocked everyone.

What a bronze spear!(To be continued.) )