On the black stone slab, the mysterious ancient beast is carved, and the ancient witch characters in the middle are broken and mottled, and they can only be faintly seen, I don't know how many years and wind and frost have passed.

Frost City Ancient Spirit Temple!

Zhang Yan naturally didn't know the Baiwu ancient script, this was the old monster who presented the text to his knowledge of the sea, and subconsciously secretly centered on the road.

"Senior, do you know anything about the Xiuzhen Dynasty of the Forest Spirit Domain, this should be one of the original Xiuzhen Ancient Cities of those White Witch Ancient Clansmen......

Zhang Yan withdrew his gaze from the stone slab and looked at the half-collapsed temple made of black boulders in front of him, the Ancient Spirit Hall.

The ancient spirit hall now looks like it is already in a state of decay, the gate is crooked, the black boulder is broken, and there is a hidden tendency to collapse.

However, Zhang Yan still started to cross the gate of the temple, stepping on the black gravel dust all the way, as well as the dry bones that appeared from time to time, after tens of thousands of years, the magic weapons left on the side of those dry bones also turned into powder at the moment he passed by.

Even if these treasures are quite powerful and hard, they are difficult to resist the crushing and erosion of the relentless years.

Zhang Yan sighed in his heart and walked to the middle of the hall, where the ancient aura was thick and heavy.

The divine consciousness was released, and in the not large hall, there were piles of debris everywhere, and on both sides were pieces of spirit tablets erected by black stones, and Zhang Yan had already seen that on a stone platform similar to an altar at the end of the temple, a black stone token standing in the middle was extremely obvious.

Spirit of the First Hundred Battles!

At the moment when these words came into view, a terrifying murderous aura emanated from the spirit card like a substance, Zhang Yan only felt a chill behind him, and the whole person couldn't help but feel frightened.

"Before this person was born, he must have been a battle-hardened general who had walked out of countless bloody battles, so terrifying and murderous, I don't know how many monks he killed, before he was formed. ”

Zhang Yan slightly refined his virtual consciousness, and forced the killing intent that filled his body to retreat, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This person should be a general of the original Sen Spirit Domain Xiuzhen Dynasty to fight in the Quartet, and his cultivation should be the artistic conception of killing, even if it has fallen for countless years, this killing intent is still not exhausted. ”

Zhang Yan knew the sea, and the old monster suddenly sighed and said slowly.

"Killing Artistic Conception? It seems that this monk has cultivated to a high place, and he has basically cultivated his own......

Hearing the old monster mention the killing, he couldn't help but think of the artistic conception of Donggong Ming and the Yao Ancestor of the White Witch Ancient Clan, and said slightly in his heart.

"Yes, you can think of this from now on, which means that you still have a little understanding. But then again, whether or not you can comprehend your own artistic conception is not only something that can be done with a high level of understanding, but basically requires great adventure and luck to have a chance to comprehend and cultivate. The medicine ancestor of the Baiwu Ancient Clan, who was able to comprehend his own artistic conception of the years during the transformation period, had a deep blessing. ”

The voice of the old monster sounded again slowly, as if coming from the sky: "As for that Donggong Ming, it is also commendable to be able to cultivate his own artistic conception in the Yuan Infant Period, although there are traces of that medicine ancestor, but it is already amazing." Some people have cultivated to the level of Xuan Lingqi, but they may not be able to cultivate their own artistic conception. And even if you can cultivate, if you can't exert your potential power, it's in vain, if you can form your own true Dao realm, that's the foundation for becoming the peak supreme powerhouse......"

After the old monster said this, Zhang Yan also knew the importance of this artistic conception to the monk, and now that the cultivation has not reached a certain level, it is difficult for him to get in touch, and he can only understand a little bit about it.

Zhang Yan's gaze moved away from the spirit displacement of the first hundred battles at the end of the temple, and fell to the room in the corner of the temple that had collapsed a wall, where there was a black stone shelf, on the stone shelf there were fragments of jade bottles, and a series of elixirs that he had never seen before lay quietly on it, followed by some strangely shaped magic weapons, and there seemed to be a flicker of spiritual light on it.

Zhang Yan showed a look of surprise on his face, and started to walk towards the stone shelf, thinking that as soon as he came today, he would have such a harvest, the value of these elixirs and magic weapons was absolutely immeasurable, plus those jade bottles that might contain ancient precious elixirs, then the harvest at this moment would definitely make countless monks crazy.

"Hmph, don't be happy too soon......"

The old monster spoke again and said coldly.

Originally, Zhang Yan didn't care much about the old monster's words, but before his hand touched those elixirs, magic weapons and jade bottles, those treasures had already turned into powder and a pile of fine dust before they fell into his palm.

"This ......"

Zhang Yan's originally ecstatic face suddenly froze, and he looked at the pile of dust on the stone shelf in amazement, as if he couldn't react a little.

"These magic elixirs and even the elixirs in the jade bottle, although they are extremely precious, but this temple has collapsed, and the formation prohibition used for protection inside has long lost its effect, and these things have long been rotten inside, but they have been eroded from the inside. Now that I have the breath of a living person, I have naturally weathered it in one fell swoop......"

Hearing the words of the old monster, Zhang Yan was extremely depressed in his heart, staring at the stone shelf, with a slightly bitter face.

Looking around, I found that except for some messy spirit cards, there were dry bones left behind at some unknown time, and nothing else.

Zhang Yan had no choice but to re-emerge from this ancient spirit hall, originally thought that there would be a big harvest, but who knew that it was such a result, it seems that the treasures in this frost mountain, even if there are countless of them, are not so easy to get.

Out of the Ancient Spirit Palace, Zhang Yan's imperial body swept away, bypassed the Ancient Spirit Palace, and swept towards the barren mountain col that appeared behind the palace.

But after passing through the barren mountains and mountain passes, Zhang Yan was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that behind this mountain col, there was a basin with a circle of more than ten miles, and in the basin, the ground was full of stumps and broken arms, piles of dry bones, scattered away, and among these dry bones, one after another battle flags and war halberds were broken and broken, and they were isolated on the ground, and below, there were pieces of magic weapons with strange shapes, scattered all over the ground, and the spiritual light was gone, and it was colorless.

And this in the middle of the basin, one by one seems to be condensed into a substantial evil qi, condensed and circulating, intimidating.

A desolate and slaughtering ancient battlefield came from the surface of this basin, even if Zhang Yan tried his best to calm down, he couldn't help but be chilled by the scene in front of him, and his back was cold.

Judging from the piles of dry bones, these thousands of monks fought and fought in this small basin at the beginning, how tragic it was, Zhang Yan could almost imagine the terrifying scene of the spells pervading the sky, the magic weapons soaring to the sky, and the spiritual power like rainbows, stirring up the aura of heaven and earth to explode and lose the color of heaven and earth.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath and started to walk towards the basin, where he passed, there were magic weapons piled up everywhere on the ground, but he didn't have the joy he had started before.

Zhang Yan had an experience in the Guling Palace, and he also had a faint expectation in his heart, sure enough, every time he took a step and touched those treasures slightly, the latter had already turned into powder and turned into dust.

Zhang Yan could only sigh in his heart, and walked forward cautiously, and the deeper he went into the basin, the more he could feel the terrifying aura above his head, which made him can't help but jump in horror.

But fortunately, these evil qi didn't seem to affect him at all.

Those evil qi could not fall, and when they came to the top of Zhang Yan's head, they seemed to have encountered something terrible, squeaked and screamed in horror, and fled in a blink of an eye, and returned to mid-air, condensed into one place, extremely spiritual.

Dao Baby?

Zhang Yan saw that the evil qi that had originally fallen, and it was so like a spiritual horror that spread out, which could make these evil qi that had been condensed for thousands of years be afraid, except for the old monster, it was the Dao baby in the body.

The old monster is now in the small pebble on his chest, and his breath is exhausted, and no matter how powerful the cultivator is, he can't sense it, and this evil qi can't do it, so it can only be the breath of the Dao Infant that makes these evil qi fearful.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan couldn't help but look forward to the powerful strength and various possibilities brought by Dao Ying's awakening.

Zhang Yan followed the mountains of dry bones, all the way forward, a sad breath and a strong resentment, faintly rushing to his face.

"Even if it is an amazing talent, and then an earth-shattering strength, even those who are peerless and peerless at the end of the world, have not been able to transcend the shackles of heaven and earth, get rid of the submersion of these years, and avoid this terrible killing and robbery, it is also immortal, and the most unfortunate is not a pile of red dust and dry bones, and a blank of loess?"

Zhang Yan stood still in the basin of mountains of dry bones and battle flags, feeling the desolate aura and rich resentment stirring around him, and he actually subconsciously sighed, and this time, he didn't notice that the Dao Infant in his body actually trembled slightly, and fell silent again.

"Senior, you said at the beginning, your soul, I don't know how many years of silence Lu Dao has experienced, and it has only woken up now, but it has already gained immortality?"

Zhang Yan thought of the difficulty of immortality, and suddenly thought of the old monster in the small stone, and couldn't help but ask subconsciously.

"Immortal?hmph, you kid, you take it for granted! Although the old man was considered to be the strongest person in his cultivation at the beginning, and his lifespan was comparable to those cultivation dynasties in the ancient wastelands everywhere, but he was far away from immortality, so I don't know how far he had to go on the path of cultivation, immortals are insignificant, my generation of monks, don't talk about immortality!"

The old monster didn't seem to expect Zhang Yan to ask such a question, and after being slightly stunned, he snorted coldly, and sighed the most.

In the words of the old monster, Zhang Yan also faintly heard a thick sadness and unyieldingness, as well as the strong hope for the realm of immortality, which was actually a little gloomy.

However, after a while, the old monster's voice sounded again: "These evil qi above your head, after tens of thousands of years of condensation, is now quite spiritual, you might as well sacrifice the ghost spirit bead and put it into the spirit bead, which is extremely beneficial to the cultivation of the spirit slave." These evil qi can be described as deadly things to the other monks of Frost Mountain, and they are terrifying, but you are a Dao Baby, you can rest assured that you can collect ......."

"Can you supply the spirit slave to cultivate?"

Zhang Yan's face was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally gained a little less, so he hurriedly sacrificed the ghost spirit bead, pinched the trick in his hand, and the light on the spirit bead bloomed, and the spiritual power on it, like a rainbow, swept directly towards those evil qi.

Creak......

To Zhang Yan's surprise, not only did those evil qi not appear to be afraid this time, but it seemed that after sensing the breath on the ghost spirit bead, they actually let out a cheerful cry, surging from mid-air.

Bang!

In Zhang Yan's stunned gaze, the evil qi above the basin here suddenly turned into a stream of smoke and light, and swept towards the ghost spirit bead.

And the ghost spirit bead, which was only the size of a palm, seemed to be a bottomless pit, and the evil qi in the mid-air within a radius of more than ten miles in the basin did not stagnate in the slightest, turning into a rolling torrent, and submerged into the ghost spirit bead.

Looking at those shocking forehead evil qi, which was so easily collected by himself, the look on Zhang Yan's face had already turned into ecstasy, if these evil qi could really improve the cultivation of the spirit slave and make his strength go further, then his strength would be on the next level again.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan was even more careful to control the ghost spirit bead and continue to collect these evil qi.

"Wow, whoa...... Senior brother, where is there so much evil energy? Those spirit slaves in the spirit bead are all going crazy now......"

Inside the Ghost Spirit Bead, Ba Huo suddenly let out a screaming exclamation, and the screams kept going.

Hearing the wild screams of Ba Huo, Zhang Yan couldn't help but be surprised, and his mind entered the Nether Spirit Bead, which made him slightly stunned.

I saw that in the ghost spirit bead, those evil qi that had entered the spirit bead were rolling towards the source stone in the center of the spirit bead like a tide, and the dozens of spirit slaves in the spirit bead, like a hungry wolf seeing food, squeaked and screamed towards the rolling evil qi, violently absorbing and refining those evil qi.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan was secretly happy, thinking of these evil qi, for the spirit slaves, it seems that they should be a great supplement, and I believe that their strength and cultivation will be improved.

After a long stick of incense, the evil qi above the basin here was absorbed by the ghost spirit bead in Zhang Yan's hand.

At the moment when the evil qi completely disappeared, those dry bones piled up in the basin made a creepy sound in Zhang Yan's surprised gaze, and then the dry bones turned into dust, rustling and scattering.

"Could it be that when the resentment is gone, the dry bones can return to dust and dust in peace?"

Zhang Yan looked at the dry bones that had turned into dust in a blink of an eye, frowning slightly, a little puzzled.

"As soon as you come, there is such a harvest, and it is even more moving to think of the treasures in the depths of the Frost Mountain! However, those are the second, the most important thing is to enter the Ice Netherland smoothly, and then obtain the Dust Flower through the Frost Mountain. ”

Zhang Yan secretly thought that he had already put away the ghost spirit bead, and the spiritual light under his feet flashed slightly, and he swept towards the end of the basin.

In less than a dozen breaths, in front of him, what appeared in Zhang Yan's sight were taller and denser barren mountain altars, arranged in a very strange way, and there was a mysterious aura lingering and stirring during the process.

These should be ancient altars left behind by the White Witch Ancient Clan, right?

However, since the aura emanating from it was just left over from the original altar, now the altar has lost its effect, because Zhang Yan found that the mysterious spirit patterns on each altar were cracked and mottled.

Zhang Yan looked around, no longer stayed, followed a tall barren mountain, and in a flicker, he had already swept to the top of the barren mountain.

Bang!

Only then did he go up to the top of the barren mountain, and the sound of tremors from far and near suddenly submerged Zhang Yan's whole person.

Zhang Yan raised his eyes and looked at the place, the sky and the earth were dim, and a faint gray-yellow smoke shrouded the entire sky, and on the ground, he could faintly see the ruins of the broken walls that stretched out, and the looming mutilated palaces, some of which were towering like mountains, towering in the sky.

At the same time, Zhang Yan could also hear from the end of that recklessness, and there were roars similar to fierce beasts that resounded through the sky, and the astonishing ferocious aura seemed to be about to rush to his face.

Looking up, Zhang Yan also found that in the mid-air of the frost-covered mountain, among the majestic rainbow-like billowing gray-yellow smoke, there were huge peaks suspended in mid-air, like islands suspended in the sea, quietly looming in the clouds.

Moreover, on those huge suspended peaks, there are palaces standing, hidden in the clouds and smoke, and the corner of the eaves is revealed, showing the fairyland.

Mountains and temples suspended in mid-air?

Zhang Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at the peaks in the sky fixedly, feeling a little unreal, and his face was full of incredulity.

"That's the Floating Spirit Mountain of the Forest Spirit Domain......! I can't imagine it, this is the foundation of the original Forest Spirit Domain Xiuzhen Dynasty, I can't imagine that some of it can be preserved now......"

Just when Zhang Yan was puzzled, the old monster turned out to be full of ecstasy, and he seemed extremely excited.

"Senior, this treasure on the Floating Spirit Mountain must be the most tempting, right?"

When Zhang Yan saw the old monster like this, his heart suddenly moved, and his eyes lit up.

"That's right, the Floating Spirit Mountain was originally the foundation of the Forest Spirit Domain Dynasty, and the monk who came with the Frost Mountain with one hand was definitely the essence of his life, and with great magical powers, he completely sealed the fundamental things of the Forest Spirit Domain into the Frost City of this Frost Mountain......

The old monster calmed down his excitement for a long time, and continued to speak: "However, this Floating Spirit Mountain, it seems that it is not far away, but in fact, it is ethereal, and whether you can go up to the Floating Spirit Mountain can only depend on luck." It's best to enter the Ice Lands now, which should be one of the central areas of Frost City......"

Hearing this, Zhang Yan didn't doubt the old monster's words, the most important thing at the moment was to march towards the Ice Netherland, and then join the others, thinking like this, a flash of inspiration flashed under his feet, swept forward, and hurried towards the looming ruins of the city and the ruined palace in front of him.

Traveling all the way, Zhang Yan kept seeing the ruins of the ancient city everywhere, and some dry bones left in the wilderness, and the state of death looked extremely miserable.

"This is what we found out first, why should we give it to you?"

Half a day later, Zhang Yan appeared on the top of a barren mountain, the clouds and mist were thick, and below the barren mountain was a lonely huge city gate, and several mottled palaces full of traces of time, the vicissitudes of life were fully revealed, but just when he was about to rush down, from the other end of the palace, there was a rather familiar woman's voice, which made him surprised.

After groaning slightly, Zhang Yan's body was full of breath, and he hurriedly swept over the sound.