The one-year period came as scheduled.

In the ancient battlefield, young and powerful men of various forces returned to the endless plain one after another.

The plain, a barren place, is a 'wasteland'.

They only knew that the entrance and exit of the road were nearby, but they didn't know where the road was located.

Now, they have only one choice.

Wait.

Waiting for the powerhouses of the five great forces to open the eternal formation years that shrouded the ancient battlefield, when the time comes, they will be able to find out where the entrance and exit are for the first time.

At that time, the entrances and exits will be open for a month, and they will be able to get there in time to leave the ancient battlefield.

Since the battle of the Shura Prison, he was put on the table by the Shura Venerable, and now, there are not many young powerhouses left of the five powerful forces.

Those who survived were fortunate.

"It's someone from the Taiyan Sword Sect. ”

Chu Yang and his party, not long after entering the wasteland, Li Jing's eyes were sharp, and he found the group in front of him.

A year ago, twenty young sword cultivators from the Taiyan Sword Sect entered the Ancient Battlefield.

Today, there are only five left.

Led by 'Yan Rui', one of the two most outstanding sword cultivators of the contemporary young generation of the Taiyan Sword Sect.

"It seems that this time, we have the most survivors in the Lingxiao Immortal Palace. ”

Wang Mang said.

Who knows, as soon as he spoke, he noticed that Chu Yang and the others were frowning at him.

At this time, Wang Mang remembered that Yan Jiao'er was by his side, and suddenly said embarrassedly: "Miss Yan, I don't mean anything else, I ......"

Yan Jiao'er shook her head: "Don't worry, I don't have anything to do, life and death depend on fate, I can only blame them for being too greedy." ”

Before entering the Shura Prison. There are quite a few disciples of the Silent Demon Palace.

Who would have thought that the disciples of the Silent Demon Palace would vainly attempt to collect the soul of the Shura Venerable, causing a catastrophe and almost annihilating the entire army.

Only Yan Jiao'er who walked with Chu Yang and his party was left.

The daughter of Yan Zhen, the master of the third palace of the Silent Demon Palace.

Ahead, the five young sword cultivators of the Taiyan Sword Sect walked in the air, as if they had turned into five sharp swords.

Soon, Yan Rui, who was the leader, seemed to notice something and froze. Turn your head. Look into the distance.

The remaining four Taiyan Sword Sect sword cultivators also turned back one after another.

With just a glance, they saw the Lingxiao Immortal Palace and his party, including Yan Jiao'er from the Silent Demon Palace. There are ten people in total.

In the Lingxiao Immortal Palace. Nine people survived the Ancient Battlefield.

"This time, the five powerful forces entered the ancient battlefield. In addition to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa, I am afraid that the loss of the Lingxiao Immortal Palace is the least. ”

A young sword cultivator sighed.

In his opinion, at the beginning. In the Battle of Shura Prison, there were seven people and six beasts left in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa, and they suffered the least losses among those of them who entered the ancient battlefield.

As for the fact that after leaving the Shura Prison, not even a single person from their Taiyan Sword Sect died, and in his opinion, it was even more impossible for the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa to die.

"Hmph! It's not luck, the blind cat bumped into the dead mouse, and as the first batch of people to enter the Shura Prison, they were directly teleported to the third layer...... You must know that the layer of magma is very dangerous. ”

Some young sword cultivators had a bit of sourness in their tones.

"Luck is also part of strength. ”

Yan Rui said lightly, making the former immediately shut up.

Nodding and smiling at the Lingxiao Immortal Palace and the group in the distance, Yan Rui continued to walk forward with the Taiyan Sword Sect and his party.

In the vast wasteland, people are completely disoriented.

"Let's go over there. ”

Chu Yang greeted, and the group flew in the other direction.

"Boy, the people of the Taiyan Sword Sect are going in the right direction. ”

At this time, the voice of the little yellow dog came in Chu Yang's ears.

"You said it. Chu Yang replied lightly.

"Then you still ......" the little yellow dog was stunned.

"You remember, there aren't that many coincidences in the world, and if you don't want to be targeted, it's better to keep a low profile. ”

Chu Yang glanced at the little yellow dog and said.

When the little yellow dog heard this, his red eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

Beyond the ancient battlefield is the area that belongs to the Posa Empire.

After a year, the five powerful people gathered together again.

Standing above the vast desert, suspended in the air, ready to open the door to the ancient battlefield.

In addition to the original five powerful people, there were three more people by the side of Chi Kun, the second owner of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa.

One of them was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Between the eyebrows of the middle-aged man, there is a bit of majesty, and his whole body is up and down, revealing the breath of a superior person.

Behind him, an old man with a grim face followed him.

The old man's body faintly revealed an extremely terrifying aura.

The last person is a young man who always has a coffin face.

The young man stood there, around his body, as if the breeze was beating at any moment.

This is a phenomenon that will only appear when the artistic conception of the wind is comprehended to a certain extent.

"Shi Jin, speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for a while. ”

Pei Yan, the Buddha of the Lingsha Ancient Temple, looked at the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

"Yes, I said goodbye to the Buddha last time, but I never thought that when I saw the Buddha again, the Buddha was already a first-class figure in Tianwu. ”

The middle-aged man nodded and smiled at Pei Yan, and his tone was full of emotion.

The middle-aged man is obviously the owner of the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, Shi Jin!

Behind him, the old man who followed him like a shadow was not a human being, but a goblin, a goblin controlled by Shi Jin, the owner of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa.

As for the coffin-faced young man, he is the third owner of the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, Geng Yu.

"I'll talk to you about Shi Jin later, the one-year period has arrived, so let's open the 'years' of the ancient formation that shrouded the ancient battlefield with me. ”

Pei Yan, the Buddha of the Lingsha Ancient Temple, stepped out of the air and greeted the other four powerful people.

Suddenly, Lingxiao Immortal Palace Beiqi, Silent Demon Palace Yan Zhen, and Taiyan Sword Sect came to Pei Yan's side without sorrow.

On the side of the Ten Thousand Beasts Villa, Shi Jin, the owner of the big village, stepped out of the air, replacing Chikun, the second owner of the village who cooperated with Pei Yan and the four people a year ago.

As the Buddha of the Lingsha Ancient Temple, Pei Yan, pressed down his hand, the gate of the ancient battlefield was exposed.

The powerhouse of the five potential forces of the wasteland. Shot at the same time.

Five majestic and mysterious powers, filled with a terrifying aura, shrouded and rained down, bombarding the eternal formation outside the gate 'years'.

Suddenly, five turbulent ripples appeared.

The ripples continued to sweep and collide with each other, and the terrifying force shook with a shock, and there was an extra gap above the 'years' of the eternal formation.

Pei Yan, the Buddha of the Lingsha Ancient Temple, shot again, and easily opened the door of the ancient vicissitudes of life.

Ancient Battlefield. It is turned on again.

A year ago. The powerhouses of the five powerful forces opened the ancient battlefield to let them enter it.

Now, the five powerful ones have once again opened the ancient battlefield to welcome the return of those who enter.

A year ago. Ninety people and ten demons entered.

Now. I don't know how many people will come out alive.

This time opens the door to the ancient battlefield. It will last for a month, and after a month, the one who has not come out. It can only be tied to the ancient battlefield and shattered.

Time passes quietly.

The five powerful ones are waiting outside, waiting quietly.

Ten days later, a figure swept out first.

This is a young man who is about twenty-seven or eight years old, and his body reveals an awe-inspiring sword momentum, which is the sword cultivation of the Taiyan Sword Sect.

"Pavilion Master. ”

After Yan Rui came out, he stood beside the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion of the Taiyan Sword Sect without sorrow, and said at the same time, "Wen Shao is dead. ”

Tear Wubei nodded: "I know that his soul bead is broken." ”

Whether it was Yan Rui or Wen Shao, they were all disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion controlled by Tears Wubei, and the soul beads of the two were in his hands.

Tang Yun ...... Also dead. ”

Yan Rui added.

"What?!"

The tears that were originally light and breezy were not sad, but when they heard Yan Rui's words, their color suddenly changed.

Tang Yun is dead?

Tang Yun is the personal disciple of the Taiyan Sword Sect who has the best relationship with him.

This time, his junior brother was in retreat, and he also asked him to take care of Tang Yun.

Because he didn't have Tang Yun's soul bead in his hand, he didn't know that Tang Yun was dead, but now he learned from Yan Rui's mouth that his mood fluctuated.

On the body of tears without sorrow, the terrifying sword momentum is like a condensed sword, penetrating the clouds and mist on the horizon, as if it is about to pierce the sky.

"Pavilion Master. ”

At this time, the other four people who survived the Taiyan Sword Sect also came out.

Including Yan Rui, there were a total of five people from the Taiyan Sword Sect who survived.

As soon as they came out, they saw that the Pavilion Master they were in awe was in tears, and they could know the reason why the Pavilion Master was so out of shape.

The loss of the Taiyan Sword Sect this time was too great.

Even Tang Yun is dead.

Tang Yun and Yan Rui can be said to be the hope of the future of the Taiyan Sword Sect, and there is only one person left in this trip to the ancient battlefield.

"Taiyan Sword Sect, five people survived......"

Yan Zhen, the third palace master of the Silent Demon Palace, glanced at the five Taiyan Sword Sect disciples who came out, his eyes flickering.

His personal disciple Wei Bi is dead, and his daughter Yan Jiao'er is still alive.

In his hand, there were only Wei Bi and Yan Jiao'er's soul beads, and other people's soul beads, and he didn't carry them with him, so he didn't know about the situation of the others.

However, in his opinion, since his daughters have survived, the others should not suffer too many casualties.

Like Yan Zhen, the Beiqi Palace Master of Lingxiao Immortal Palace only brought the soul beads of two people.

They are Tong Huai and Gu Zhen.

Tong Huai is dead, and Gu Zhen is still alive.

Hope also rose in the heart of the Beiqi Palace Lord.

The people present, if they are relatively calm, I am afraid that only the Buddha master of the Lingsha Ancient Temple, Pei Yan, and the three major owners of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Villa.

Time flies.

Another five days passed.

"Master!"

A figure, swept out from behind the gate of the ancient battlefield, was a short-haired young monk, who was saluting Pei Yan, the Buddha of the Lingsha Ancient Temple.

It was Pei Yuan's closed disciple, Pei Yuan.

The first person of the younger generation of Lingsha Ancient Temple.

Following Pei Yuan, five more people came out, five young monks, all of whom were disciples of the Lingsha Ancient Temple.

As for the other ten young powerhouses found by the Lingsha Ancient Temple, they were obviously all wiped out!

The life and death of the ten young powerhouses who are looking for others, the Lingsha Ancient Temple naturally doesn't care too much.

Led by Pei Yuan, the ten disciples of the Lingsha Ancient Temple who entered the ancient battlefield survived six people, which is already good.

"Huh?"

Soon, Pei Yuan's face changed, because he found that a terrifying aura was enveloping him right now.

The owner of this breath was a coffin-faced young man in the distance. (To be continued......)