A deep world, reckless and vast, the low void seemed to be pressed down, the earth was dark and brown, the sky was a faint gray, a dead silence.

There is no life, no life, no sound...... It was as if it was a dead land, everything together had disappeared, the rules of the Great Dao, the essence of heaven and earth, and so on and so forth, all of which had disappeared without a trace, except for the ferocity and terrifying silence hidden under the calm, everything was like the beginning of chaos.

It has been silent for hundreds of millions of years, and I don't know how long it has been since a guest arrived, but just recently, a full ten figures suddenly broke through the void and walked out.

Nine of these ten figures could not be seen clearly, hazy, but their power was earth-shattering, and the aura around them was released as if it could erase countless living beings and sweep the world.

Powerful, ancient, full of historical precipitation and dust of time, long and endless.

Obviously, these are all old antiques, so old that I don't know what age they existed, and each of them has gone through the vicissitudes of life and decayed to the extreme.

And on the contrary is the tenth figure, a shocking figure, not because it is too strong, but because it is too weak!

Yes, it's just too weak, if the nine terrifying figures are stars, then the figures are fireflies at most, if these figures are the sea, then Ji Changkong is at most a drop of water, all in all, the difference between the two is too far, the world is different.

Not only that, but the tenth figure was full of vitality and vitality compared to the figure beside him, which was completely opposite to the lifeless nine figures.

"This is it," the person at the head of the Nine Paths sighed, his tone filled with indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

"Yes, I thought I wouldn't have the opportunity to set foot here again in my lifetime, but I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, and now I have such an opportunity," another person sighed, the same loneliness, the same loneliness, that feeling of loneliness made the whole void fall into sadness.

"Okay, okay, the little guy is still here, I don't have to be sentimental, from the distant ancient sleep to the present, I'm afraid there is not much time to recover today, let's go and follow the Lord if this matter is solved," the third old man comforted.

"Good!"

The rest of the people spoke in unison, their eyes were full of excitement and reminiscence, and even a little bit of crystal was circulating in it, it was hard to imagine that this was an extremely old existence.

Ji Changkong sighed silently, although he was sharp and eloquent, but he didn't know what to say at this time, so he could only be silent.

Before, he was taken away and entered an ancient tomb, and then he was told to go into the depths of the tomb alone to awaken some characters who had been sleeping since ancient times, but unfortunately, there were dozens of people among them, but only these nine people were really awakened, and the others all turned into ashes the moment he approached.

Time is really the sharpest butcher's knife in the world, no matter how gorgeous you are, you can't stop it, except for saints, who can be immortal, who can live forever?

Perhaps, even the high saint can't be immortal, otherwise there would be no legend in the world about the saint's 100,000-year lifespan, so even if these ancient beings have been sleeping until now, most of them will eventually die in a long slumber, and only these nine are still there.

They either survived because they were the strongest back then, or because they had a lot of longevity left, while the others died.

If it weren't for them to say it in person, Ji Changkong would never have been able to imagine their identity, they were the followers of the forty-nine kings back then, extremely loyal, the forty-nine kings disappeared into the depths of the starry sky, they built a tomb for the forty-nine kings, and guarded the tombs so far, only waiting for the return of the forty-nine kings or the arrival of their heirs.

Endless years of waiting, endless years of guarding, in the end, Ji Changkong came, he got the inheritance left by the forty-nine kings in the forty-nine war drums, that is, their disciples, and met the conditions for awakening them, and it was precisely because of this that the old man before was so excited, because he was the descendant of the forty-nine kings.

The nine old men, each of whom had been asleep for countless years, had experienced that earth-shattering battle, and each of them had unimaginable power.

When the secret method fell asleep, it was to be awakened again to follow the forty-nine kings to fight, even if it was only for a moment, they did not regret it, this is their mission and their obsession, it has never changed, after this awakening, the heaven and the earth are the saints who can not save them, and they are destined to turn into ashes.

Since then, there are no more of them in heaven and earth, and even the reincarnated true spirits cannot be preserved, that is, since then, there is no trace of reincarnation.

What a price this is, just for a thought, just to wait for the forty-nine kings or their heirs to pay the price of completely annihilating the soul, this price is too heavy, so heavy that Ji Changkong at this time feels breathless.

Cultivating to their level, even if they die, they can retain a wisp of true dragon, and it is not a myth to return against the sky, and no matter how bad it is, they can be reincarnated and live again.

With their exploits, with their identity, choosing to reincarnate may not be able to return to the top or even go further.

But they chose the hardest path, gave up for a belief, and to this day, there is not much time left after they are awakened.

The last sentence had already indicated their thoughts, perhaps, after this time, the nine old men who had survived from the ancient era to the present were about to rush into the Demon Clan's heavy land and fall, just to follow in the footsteps of the forty-nine kings, this kind of feeling was incomprehensible to Ji Changkong.

But it doesn't prevent him from being in awe, from feeling, from sighing.

Along the way, the empty world seems to have no end, the breath of death is intertwined, and even the last remnants of the Dao pattern burst out with the last afterglow.

If Ji Changkong came here alone, he would be torn to pieces by the chaotic avenue around him in an instant, and even ordinary ancestors would be unable to walk an inch when they came in, and then in the eyes of the nine old men, it was as if it didn't exist, they walked silently on the ground, feeling the breath of the battlefield like mortals.

But what is amazing is that the surrounding Dao patterns were either hidden or shattered at the moment of their arrival, and none of them really broke out, and they were incredible.

Ji Changkong walked silently with them, not saying a word, just trying to feel everything around him.

Gradually, he sensed that it was an eternal desolate aura, boundless, from the dead silence at the beginning full of murderous intent to the desolate magnificence now.

In a trance, countless figures around them were horizontal, they fought each other, fought each other, and were bloody and crazy.

The demon race, the human race and even some strange races are fighting in it, and occasionally you can see a huge phoenix with thousands of wings spread out and swallow this flame sweeping through the void, the divine dragon roars, the heaven and the earth are bloody, and countless hazy figures are fighting, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the world is collapsing.

The Ancient War, Ji Changkong had a cold war, he had already guessed what this place was, that's right, this is the battlefield of the Ancient War.

It is rumored that in the most glorious era of the human race, there were several saints who came out together, and they fought against the demon clan without falling behind, and in the end, the saints of the two demon races were wiped out, but the human race had a full forty-nine ancient kings, which was the most glorious era, and it was in that era that the human race and the demon race launched a decisive battle.

If the human race fails, it will be slumped from then on, and it can only breathe, while if the demon race fails, it will be a big loss of luck and will withdraw from the hegemony from then on.

It can be said that it was a big war about the future fate of the two races, at the beginning, the human race and the demon race were not up and down, and even the human race had a slight upper hand, but unfortunately, at the critical moment, the demon race had a saint who was lost outside the starry sky to return, and the human race was defeated in one fell swoop, and the forty-nine kings stood up at this time.

The two clans of the shemales fought for several months, and the elite was exhausted, and it can be said that almost all the background was put into it, and there were countless casualties in this battle, and the two clans were exhausted.

And at the critical juncture, the saint was born, it was simply a catastrophe, when the saint of the human race withered, no one could resist, for a time the blood flowed into a river of blood and slaughtered millions of miles, hundreds of millions of human beings turned into blood food, the demon army almost swept half of the human territory, and one-third of the human race died.

This is the biggest loss since the Terrans began to rebel against the overlord of the Demon Race, but even the Terrans in the Void Realm have gone to the real battlefield, and in the battlefield where at least they are all in the Mystery Realm, the Void Monks are not even cannon fodder, but even so, they still can't stop the Terrans.

At the critical juncture, the forty-nine kings of the human race broke through the barrier and cultivated a forbidden method to enter the starry sky with the demon saint, and since then the forty-nine kings have disappeared without a trace, and the demon saint has also disappeared invisible.

After this battle, the power of the human race was greatly shaken, and the morale of the demon race was low, and finally several major battles, the human race trapped the demon race in a small world fragment with tens of millions of troops, and attacked and killed for ten years, and finally these demon elites were wiped out, so that the human race completely repelled the demon race and pulled down the overlord's position.

It is conceivable how many human and demon powerhouses are buried in this battlefield, and there are countless of them, and the white bones can cast the earth.

After the Great War of the Terrans, even the cultivators who stepped on the void became powerful, and their talents withered, and there were countless casualties.

The elite of the demon race is exhausted, although there is still strength left, but because of the containment of other races, they are no longer able to re-attack the human race, and when the demon race repels other races, the human race has barely recovered its vitality, and the demon race is no longer absolutely sure, so that the human race will rise.

It can be said that this battle is a battle that will determine the fate of the future, although the process is full of twists and turns, but the Terrans won in the end.

It is conceivable that the nine old people in front of them are the remnants of the battle that shook the sky, and they are also the most precious heritage of the human race.

Walking on the battlefield, a certain feeling arose, and the shadowy ladyboy was fighting, turning into countless points of light in Ji Changkong's eyes.

Being on such a battlefield is enough to shock anyone, throughout the ages, this great war is the most terrifying, enough to go down in history, the dead creatures have not even rested, they can't, reincarnation, and the war of entanglement for generations has never been interrupted until the true spirit is completely annihilated.

There are no white bones on the earth anymore, they have all been hidden deep under the earth or turned into powder, after all, so many years have passed, and it is impossible to leave them unless they are supremely strong.

Occasionally, there are decayed and tattered weapons, rusty, whether it is the former heavenly soldiers or ancestral soldiers, they have lost their former edge, and slowly decayed after being broken, so many years have passed, even the invincible magic weapons that once killed the Quartet have disappeared.

The dark red land is soaked in the blood of the demon race, the smoke and dust in the sky are left after the pollution of the essence, the avenue is crippled, the road pattern is not visible, and this place has long been a dead place.

No wonder the battlefield disappeared after World War I, it turned out that such a place has turned into a peerless fierce place, if left unchecked, it may give birth to earth-shattering terrible spirits, which can only be avoided by sealing them and slowly purifying them, but to this day, the fierce aura on this battlefield still exists.

Perhaps, this land has been soaked and will never be restored to its former appearance!