"Immortal Rebellion World".

The extraterritorial battlefield where Wang Lin's divine consciousness is located.

The battlefield that has existed for countless and countless years is full of Gangfeng and spatial rifts everywhere, and there are dozens of various cultivation kingdoms, with a number of up to a thousand people.

Among these people, the highest cultivation is only in the late stage of foundation building.

It stands to reason that with such cultivation, in this terrible extraterritorial battlefield, it is simply difficult to move an inch, just a small wind sweeps by, or touches a small spatial crack, these little babies in the foundation building period will fall immediately, how can they complete the clean-up work?!

In fact, before entering the extraterritorial battlefield, each of the Xiuzhen Kingdom's own supervision envoys would issue a jade talisman to each monk.

And the function of those jade talismans is to defend against Gangfeng, and it is also a token to be transmitted back to the country after the expiration of the fifty-year clean-up period.

But......

For those spatial rifts that are mysterious and often silent, and can appear anywhere on the battlefield outside the territory, the effect of this jade talisman is minimal.

Therefore, the huge extraterritorial battlefield is still extremely dangerous for these foundation building periods, but if you are more cautious and lucky, you can be safe and sound.

Generally speaking, the survival rate of an extraterritorial battlefield is about 30 percent.

It's not high, but the risks don't matter compared to the lot of materials and magic weapons that you can get when you clean up here.

After all, those who cultivate immortals are already fighting with the sky, and the higher the risk, the greater the harvest.

Moreover, basically, anyone who returns safely from the extraterritorial battlefield will always have a higher status than other disciples in their respective sects, and most of them can improve their cultivation when they return, and the speed is far higher than that of cultivating in the sect.

After all, in the extraterritorial battlefield, the aura is extremely abundant, coupled with the perennial life and death crisis, the cultivation naturally improves rapidly.

Basically, every time a clean-up is done, someone will succeed.

This point is also one of the important reasons for repairing the soil during the foundation building period and not being afraid of life and death.

At this moment, in an extraterritorial battlefield of a certain fifth-level Xiuzhen Kingdom troll clan, a fair-faced young man, whose chest seemed to have been pierced by a sharp weapon, was lying on his back in a pool of blood, dying.

This young man's name is Ma Liang, he is a third-level cultivator of the Fire Burning National War God Temple, has the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, and has been staying in the extraterritorial battlefield for more than 30 years, which can be described as rich experience.

It's just that this Ma Liang's luck is too bad and too bad, he was killed by others, taking away the storage bag, and everything that he has worked so hard to accumulate for more than thirty years.

Blood flowed, and Ma Liang's body gradually became cold.

But at this moment, next to his corpse, an incomparably huge spatial crack suddenly appeared, and a terrifying divine consciousness jumped out of this crack and rushed out directly.

As soon as that divine consciousness appeared, it paused slightly, and then immediately burrowed into Ma Liang's body.

A moment later, 'Ma Liang', who had already died, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light that were obviously far beyond the cultivation in the middle of the foundation building period flashed in his eyes, and the cold was rolling in, and the murderous aura was raging.

As he opened his eyes, the huge wound on Ma Liang's chest left by the previous killing was growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it had already recovered as before.

Then, an extremely cold voice came from his mouth.

"Fuji Huayuan, I, Wang Lin is back!"

......

Many years ago, Wang Lin was forcibly killed by the great enemy Fuji Huayuan, and he should have disappeared, but he was rescued by the 'old man' Situ Nan in his body, and he used his last strength to bring him to this spatial crack in the extraterritorial battlefield.

The spatial crack is incomparably terrifying, connecting a sea of stars, and in the sea of stars, it can be described as boundless, full of countless tyrannical energy, and countless incomparably mysterious creatures.

Those terrible spatial cracks, their terrifying thing is that they make the infantile stage masters also have the power to change color.

Under the effect of that suction, even the spiritual power in the body can be sucked out alive, so once something is inhaled, whether it is the soul or the divine consciousness, it will never be able to escape.

Originally......

Wang Lin couldn't escape either.

At the very least, he couldn't escape in a short period of time.

But......

He was selected to join the chat group.

The existence of the chat group made him sober up in advance, and let him be scattered to the point that he could barely remember who he was, and it was clear in advance, and it also reminded him of the happy time of living with his parents for sixteen years, and reminded him of the son of the Hengyue faction.

Eventually, I remembered the great enemy Fuji Kamoto.

And today, Wang Lin is out of trouble.

After occupying Ma Liang's body and slowly getting used to this unfamiliar body, Wang Lin's eyes lit up again, raised his hand to learn Zhou Yang's appearance, flicked his fingers lightly, and drank slightly in his mouth.

"Divine Sense, Return!"

Suddenly, in the entire extraterritorial battlefield, all of Wang Lin's previous divine consciousness, whether it was in someone else's storage bag, or being refined in the body, or being snatched by someone, all the divine consciousness, at this moment, all trembled.

Then, one after another, from various places on the extraterritorial battlefield, quickly drilled out of the magic weapon, storage bag, and human body, and gathered desperately towards the place where Wang Lin was.

At the same time, an unprecedented panic arose in the hearts of every monk who had gained divine consciousness on the battlefield outside the territory.

"Damn, this ...... What's going on?!"

"How is it possible? These divine senses have clearly been refined by the old man, why are they suddenly restless?"

"Could it be that someone is manipulating these senses? damn it!"

All those who have obtained Wang Lin's divine consciousness are all sincerely afraid at this moment.

At the same time, in the entire extraterritorial battlefield, it was as if there was a meteor shower leaping, and countless divine senses rushed towards the direction where Wang Lin was.

Immediately afterward, this extraterritorial battlefield, which was already on the verge of collapse, could not withstand the fluctuations of this huge divine consciousness, and unexpectedly, it actually began to collapse, and suddenly an incomparably huge opening opened, as if it was half swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, and disappeared silently.

The battlefield collapsed, and the starry sky was revealed.

The strange creatures in the countless spatial cracks are unscrupulous and enthusiastic, crazy and crazy, almost pounce on people and things when they see them, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a locust transit.

The monks of the extraterritorial battlefield used all their potential one by one, ran away like crazy, and flew in the direction of the teleportation array, for fear that if they took a step too slow, they would be ruthlessly devoured.

After all......

Those endless strange creatures that rushed out of the spatial cracks were terrifying existences that even many low-level cultivator realms' inspectors were extremely afraid of.