The sky above the Lingyuan battlefield was filled with gray and bloody battle clouds.

The golden body of tens of thousands of zhang of law appeared from time to time from the battle clouds, and every impact would detonate the mushroom-shaped blood-colored clouds!

The place where these trolls are located is the main battlefield.

In addition to a few major battlefields, there are also many low-level battlefields in the Void Abyss, which are also extremely tragic, and thousands of monks will fall in every blink of an eye.

The place where Luo Chuan fell was a low-level battlefield filled with void dust.

The accumulation of void dust day after day, year after year, ten thousand years of time, has formed a black plain here.

The soil on the plains was scarlet black, and bursts of void turbulence and strange forces filled the plains, although there was a place to stay, but a monk who cultivated too low would not be able to survive here if he did not have a high-grade Taoist robe or a defensive magic weapon.

Luo Chuan was like a flame meteor, dragging a long flame tail, falling from a high altitude!

Boom!

Luo Chuan slammed into the Void Plain and cracked into a funnel-shaped crater three hundred zhang wide!

The earth splashed, the air waves swung out, and the movement caused by Luo Chuan's collision was not weaker than the blow of the Fourth Order of Returning to the Void and even the True Dan Realm.

On this battlefield, nearly 10,000 monks close to Luo Chuan were all alarmed.

After a short cold session, a whoosh ...... Thousands of monks flew in from all directions, all of them ready to move, scrambling to the big pit.

Above the big pit, there was another tragic and chaotic battle!

The magic weapon flying sword flew horizontally, and the sealed monsters came out together. In the blink of an eye, thousands of monks fell from the sky and died on the plains. Most of these monks are the third and fourth orders of the Void Realm, and there are also monks from the True Dao Realm.

Finally, a black-faced monk wearing a Xuanjia Poria pattern robe, broke through the encirclement and flew into the pit first.

"Haha, flying from the sky, it must be the treasure abandoned by those big people!"

The black-faced monk was elated and wiped the blood from his face. Keep your eyes on it. Then he was stunned: "What? It's just a little monk...... It's so weak!"

But when the black-faced monk's gaze fell on Luo Chuan's hand, his body shook and he was stunned: "That's ...... The breath of the gourd is one point higher than the jealous heavenly bottle of the second grade at the last auction!"

"Hmm? What is that knife...... The troll's three-foot blue wings were refined?"

"This ...... Could it be...... An emperor-level white bat in the innate lineage?"

"God! What is the origin of this little monk! There are so many treasures! Is it the son of the Tianchen Immortal Dynasty or the young master of a large sect?"

"Haha! It doesn't matter who you are! Since you come to the extraterritorial battlefield, you will be a rotten life! Your treasures are all mine!"

The black-faced monk danced with excitement. He just wanted to catch the South China Sea Immortal. The body suddenly splits into two pieces from it!

Poof!

Blood splattered high!

The black-faced monk was split open by a demon-slaying pestle, and his skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs turned into flesh foam in the power of the Dao. Splash all over the ground.

Behind the black-faced monk, at some point, stood a three-foot-tall blue-faced bald monk.

"Fool! I don't know how to take it first when I see the baby!"

The burly, bald monk sneered as he looked through the black-faced monk's body. When he fell towards Luo Chuan, he was stunned.

"Baby...... What a baby!

The bald monk stabilized his mood and was about to take the South China Sea Immortal Hun into his pocket, when something unexpected happened.

I saw that the purple gourd swished and was sucked into the lower abdomen of the little monk, and then the three-zhang green knife was also taken in! The white bat on the shoulder was put into the chest cavity by the unconscious little monk. Zuihou even had the storage ring inhaled into his body.

"What's the matter? Huang Ting collects treasures? A little monk in the Infant Transformation Realm can actually cultivate the Huang Ting Secret Realm out of independent spirituality? Hmm? And it is also Huang Ting, and the spirit fetus is cultivated at the same time? So many treasures, such a powerful natal exercise...... What is the background of this little monk, is it the descendant of the Xuanjun of the Realm?"

The bald monk stared at Luo Chuan, and for a moment, he hesitated.

In an instant, his head flew high and his body was torn apart.

Another monk descended from the sky, killed the bald monk, looked at Luo Chuan, and frowned: "It turned out that it was not a baby." ”

"Hmph! It's just a little ordinary monk! I've been fighting for a long time, wasting time, whoever loves it wants it!"

With that, the monk teleported away.

Monks flew into the pit continuously, and when they saw Luo Chuan, they looked disappointed and left in a hurry.

In the void, there is no sun or moon, only the starlight leaking in the distance, marking the passage of time.

Finally, when night falls, the heavens and the earth turn from yang to yin, and the monks also need to rely on the changes of the time of day to regulate their vitality and recuperate. As a result, the fierce battle on this battlefield came to an end for the time being.

The battle was paused, and for the rest of the day, the wheels cleaned up the mess.

The monks, who did not reap the benefits, jumped up and down in the ruins of the battlefield, unwilling to search and see if they could find the treasures that had been missed.

In the big pit where Luo Chuan was, there were constantly monks jumping in and out, jumping in and out, and it was obvious that they had no interest in a little monk in the infant realm.

Time passes, one day, two days, three days...... During the ten days, when the yin and yang are divided, the fierce battle begins, and every time the heaven and earth turn from yang to yin, the vast majority of monks will tacitly stop fighting, find a safe place, and begin to comprehend and practice and recuperate.

In this battlefield alone, thousands of monks die every day.

The big pit where Luo Chuan was was already lying with corpses, about to cover him. The breath of death enveloped Luo Chuan, suppressing the vitality deep in his body.

He fell from one end of the void to the other end of the void, and all his vitality and mana were consumed, although he relied on his powerful body and nine deaths to survive, leaving a glimmer of life.

But the place where it is located is an extraterritorial battlefield where bones have been deposited for an unknown number of years.

The strength of each of the monks who died here was a hundred times that of Luo Chuan. Died tragically outside the territory, the spirit did not disperse, and the air of death soared to the sky.

No matter who he is, he has been buried in this mass grave of bones for many years, surrounded by yin qi and lifeless, without the replenishment of the innate origin, his vitality will be suppressed until his vitality dissipates and he dies completely.

At that time. Even if Luo Chuan has the Xuan Pattern of Life and Death. Life and death rotate, but you can't save yourself.

In the Nine Heavens Realm, the battle of the Great Shili is incomparably long. The Great War is counted in hundred years. Small wars are also counted in ten years.

Time flies. Time is passing away little by little.

One day, two days, three days...... January. February, March...... Finally, one day, when the fight was over, a monk flew into the deep pit where Luo Chuan was.

It was a middle-aged monk with a thin yellow face, a hunched back, and a body that looked like a cooked prawn.

The triangular eyes, the protruding cheekbones, the shriveled skin, and the shaking goatee made the monk look up and down, left and right, and he didn't look like a good person.

Like all the monks who came to Taobao, he jumped up and down, left and right, and finally found two or three small magic weapons of slight value.

"It's hard to find a good thing here!"

Leng snorted twice, and the middle-aged monk was about to fly away.

At this moment, his steps froze, his body stagnated, and his nose sniffed: "Strange, how can there be life here?"

"Could it be some baby I've looked at?"

The middle-aged monk's face was ecstatic.

Above the big pit, there were monks flying around, and the middle-aged monk hid the joy on his face and waited patiently until it was getting later and later, and there were fewer and fewer people, and he slashed it with one palm.

Boom!

I don't know how many bones were wiped out under his palm!

The 10,000-foot pit was slapped to the bottom by him, and the power of the palm was constantly decreasing.

As the bones in the pit dwelt fewer and fewer, the bottom of the pit was exposed, and a young monk with pale skin appeared and sat in the air in a strange way.

"Damn, what the hell!" the middle-aged monk was startled.

I saw that the young monk at the bottom of the pit closed his eyes tightly, and his breath was weak, but he could not use any liliang, his legs were crossed, and he pointed to the sky and the ground with one finger, suspended three inches at the bottom of the pit.

"Is this weird looking?

The middle-aged monk had the cultivation above the True Dao Realm, and he was full of Dao power, but he didn't dare to step forward: "Could it be the 10,000-year-old ancient corpse buried here? A strong man from 10,000 years ago? This Dao can't afford to play! In case of a corpse, 10,000 Bendao won't be enough for him to fill his stomach!"

That being said, the middle-aged monk still took out a roulette wheel from the storage ring, and with a shake of his hand, the roulette wheel spun and emitted a hint of blue light, as if he was testing something.

In the middle of the night, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that this pit only appeared two years ago. ”

"Hmph! pretend! want to scare Dao Ye me?"

"The longer you stay here, the closer you get to death. ”

"Wait for your time and die!"

Seeing that he couldn't get any benefits, the middle-aged monk patted his ass and flew up, and was about to leave.

With his feet already on the edge of the pit, the middle-aged monk hesitated, did not continue to move forward, and looked back at the young monk at the bottom of the pit with some reluctance.

"I've been buried for two years and haven't died! Life is really big enough, and it's extraordinary...... Seeing each other is a chance, Dao Ye, I have decided, or be merciful and help you!"

"Don't thank me. Seeing death and not saving it, it's really not my style. ”

"Sell you into the cannon fodder group, how can you exchange it for ten Saint Yuan coins. ”

"Hey......

The middle-aged monk sneered, rolled up a piece of mana, fished Luo Chuan out of the deep pit that had been buried for two years, hahadaxiao, and flew into the distance.

......

Tick, tick, tick...... The sound of water droplets falling echoed in Luo Chuan's ears.

It was as if he had a dream, long but not long.

This dream is finally coming to an end.

Tick, tick, tick...... The sound of water droplets continued to come, faster and faster.

This time, Luo Chuan heard it clearly, what kind of water droplets were these, it was clearly the essence and blood in his body, and it started rolling again!

The essence of blood gathers from one to a line, from a line to a strand, and then from a strand to a piece...... Whoa, whoa, whoa...... The tide of essence and blood attracts qi and blood, and after two years, it re-surged in Luo Chuan's body, awakening the five internal organs and six internal organs, meridians and dantian!

Luo Chuan sat up abruptly and opened his eyes.

In his vision, there was a strange environment, and a group of strange monks who were walking towards him, with a deep aura and different shapes. (To be continued......)