"This is the ancient battlefield, it seems to be no different from the cultivation realm, this mountain, this tree, are almost the same as the cultivation realm. Qian Jin, who had just entered the ancient battlefield, walked out of the formation channel and stood in the air, taking in the range of thousands of miles.

"It's like losing the Ancient Realm, and it's on its own. With a pout, he chose a direction and flew forward.

"No, it's still different from the cultivation realm here, it seems that flying is still a little more troublesome, and it consumes more internal force. After flying 10,000 miles, Qian Jin found a problem, so he stopped and tried all his Mind Sword, Danhuo, and Ding Array. Sure enough, it can only exert ninety percent of its power in the cultivation realm.

"It seems to be different, but mine can only be like this, those monks from the cultivation realm are even worse than me. Qian Jin, who had been cultivating in the Foggy Mountains for nine months, was even more confident in this.

After flying 50,000 miles again, Qian Jin entered a small town. The town sits on flat land between two hills, with a total of about eighty one-story wooden houses, and a street with houses on either side of the street, and a small river at the foot of the hill to the north. There are mountains and waters, and it is very quiet.

Except for five or six children of seven or eight years old frolicking in the street, there was not a single older person walking. The divine consciousness swept over, and the highest monk realm in this town was the middle stage of Mahayana, and the number of people did not exceed three hundred. These people also included an inn with more than a dozen people living in it, and a restaurant with a dozen or so people in it.

Walking into the humble restaurant, there are three tables of customers drinking and chatting. There were four people at one table and two people at the other two. Seeing Qian Jin enter the door, the shopkeeper walked out from behind the counter and greeted, "The guest officer is here, please take a seat." ”

There were only four tables inside, so Qian Jinzhao walked straight to the table in the most corner of the room, and asked as he walked, "Shopkeeper, do you have any specialties here?"

The shopkeeper, "Hehe, guest officer, this restaurant is just to deal with the stomach casually, and there are no fierce beasts in the local area, so there are no special meat dishes, but there are a few decent vegetarian dishes." ”

Qian Jin, "It's okay." Then come to a few dishes and a bar to deal with the cravings. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Okay, wait a minute." With that, he walked towards the kitchen.

Qian Jin turned his head to look at the other eight people, there were five Mahayana and three late mergers, and the diners at the other three tables also turned their heads to look at Qian Jin, and then continued to drink and talk nonsense.

In this small room, Qian Jin didn't need to open his ears to hear their speeches clearly, they were all things in daily life, or things in cultivation, and there was no information he needed to know.

While Qian Jin was waiting for the wine and food, two more people came in, and the two of them were in the late stage. They looked at the four tables and looked at Qian Jin a few more times.

The shopkeeper beckoned, "Why are there only two people here today, and the others are not here?"

One of them smiled, "If there is no table, we will not come to mix, let's go back and wait first." ”

The shopkeeper, "Okay Lak, I'll come back later." ”

The two of them quickly scanned the people on the four tables again, and then left, entering the inn opposite; Qian Jin found that a merger had not been in for a long time, and then went out again, and after scanning left and right, he left quickly.

"This person is still very strange, how can he be so cautious when he has a ghost in his heart?" Qian Jin secretly wondered.

The shopkeeper brought all the wine and food, and when Qian Jin lifted the wine seal, he asked, "Shopkeeper, I see that there are not many people in your town, are you wandering or are there not many people in the first place?"

"The younger ones have gone out, and many families have moved to larger places. All that's left here are some old and weak, relatively speaking, this place is relatively stable and suitable for living, especially for those of us who are not highly cultivated. ”

Qian Jin, "I see that the shopkeeper's skills are not low, and he has been in many places before, right?"

The shopkeeper, "Hehe, in front of the guest officer, my skills are nothing." But I've been out before, so I guess I've turned around a place. ”

Qian Jin, "Go out on an adventure or play?"

Shopkeeper, "Most of the play, few adventures." If you don't have enough skills, you can only take a dead end in adventure. ”

One of the four-person tables said, "Shopkeeper, where have you been?"

The shopkeeper, "Hehe, I've walked around here for five million miles." ”

The monk said, "It's less than a hundred percent of the place, this place is nearly 100 million miles, but there are some places that no one has entered." ”

Shopkeeper, "That's." I'm counting the places that people have been, and the places that no one has been to have been, can't be counted. ”

As soon as the topic began, the tavern was lively, and the monks at the three tables talked about some dangerous places from time to time, and also talked about the masters they had encountered, and the strange places they had seen.

Through their conversations, Qian Jin also generally understood the situation of the ancient battlefield, that is, the further you go to the middle, the more dangerous it is, and the further you go to the middle, the more you can get good things.

There were no big cities in the ancient battlefield, and there were 50,000 or 60,000 people per million miles, which was just a larger town. The people of the ancient battlefield came from a wide range of sources, including the immortal realm, the light god realm, the Buddha realm, and unknown places.

Through comparison, Qian Jin found that this place was similar to the Lost Ancient Realm, and there were also monks of various levels of interfaces, and it seemed that these places were opened up by those great supernatural powers in the past.

After drinking, Qian Jin did not intend to stay in the town, but flew directly towards the central part of the town, the purpose of this trip was to take risks, not to be comfortable.

Soon after flying out of the town, he found that there were two Mahayana following behind, not in a hurry or slow, and in the face of one Mahayana early and one mid-Mahayana period, Qian Jin's divine sense swept over them and did not care.

Through nearly 500,000 miles of observation, every 5 to 100,000 miles along the way, there is a town with dozens or hundreds of people.

Occasionally, I see the mountain being split in half, some boulders are punched out of a deep hole, and the stone mountain is pierced, Qian Jin has to go down to make a comparison, and deduce in the sea of knowledge, if it is himself, what level will it reach. The result of each interpretation made him very disappointed, his current level was 108,000 miles worse than this, and he didn't know what kind of war this ancient battlefield experienced at that time.

When he flew 500,000 miles, a mid-Mahayana period flew out of the town in front of him, heading straight for the direction of Qian Jin.

When the two sides flew closer to fifty miles, the Mahayana on the opposite side shouted, "Ahead is the Zhenhai Sect Master Qian Jinqian?"

Qian Jin, "That's it." I don't know who the Taoist friend is. ”

The monk laughed and said, "We've known your name for a long time, but we didn't expect to meet here." Okay! Very good!" As he spoke, he took out a pair of mace, and the two Mahayana monks behind him also took out their scimitars and broadswords respectively, and rushed towards Qian Jin from the right and left back.

Qian Jin glanced at the three of them and said lightly, "Who are you, why are you not good for me?"

The Mahayana in front of him said, "We are the people of the Zhenxing Sect, because of you, our sect was destroyed, and the two-thousand-year-old foundation was destroyed in one fell swoop, so that we can't return to the cultivation realm here now, do you think you should die?!" When he said the back, he was already hysterical.

Qian Jin said flatly, "With such a mentality, you deserve the destruction of your sect, and I don't know how you cultivated to this realm." There is no distinction between right and wrong, no distinction between ugliness and evil, no morality, no bottom line. Don't you understand the least truth of the truth that you have a lot of help for the righteous and little help for the unjust? You said that if you revitalize the sect and immortalize it, you can still let other sects perish?"

The middle Mahayana in the back said, "Qian Jin, will someone come to help you today?" Otherwise, you will honestly suffer death." ”

Qian Jin laughed and said, "It seems that I have never invited anyone to help me deal with your Zhenxing Sect in the cultivation realm, and it is all the retribution that you usually suffer too much evil." Today, do you think you can keep me? Come, let me see your level!" After speaking, he took out his strong sword, and swung it towards the monk in front of him with a sword drawing technique, and then turned around and swung at the two of them with the ninth style of the "Heaven and Earth Sword".

The monk in front of him was hit back again and again by the powerful sword drawing technique, and when he stopped, he saw that Qian Jin had already struck a sword, and quickly rushed towards the middle of the Mahayana, and immediately grabbed the double gong and chased after him.

Qian Jin's ninth type of strike, the internal force is also consumed by thirty percent, which is not much worse than the immortal skills obtained in the past. However, the current power is far from being comparable to the merger period, after the sword split, the spatial tear quickly formed, and quickly slashed diagonally towards the two of them.

Watching Qian Jin's sword split, the two of them held their respective weapons very solemnly and smashed them towards the sword light, which was not just the sword light, but the spatial crack after the sword light split.

In the face of the spatial rift, a weapon is not worth mentioning at all. The weapons of the two men were slashed, and then the spatial rift touched their bodies, slashing through them. The two of them only saw that their weapons were split, and when they wanted to retreat, they found that their bodies had been cut off and were falling down in two sections, with an incredible look in their eyes.

Qian Jin ran towards them, not to mend the sword, but to collect their storage rings. He saw the sword light that slashed through the spatial rift, and knew that the battle was over. And the Mahayana behind him thought that he was going to fight, so he quickly rushed towards him.

Seeing the two of them fall to the ground in two sections, the Mahayana's face changed suddenly, and his reaction speed was quite fast, and he turned to the side, and then quickly moved away, no longer trying to attack Qian Jin, and he didn't scold a single word.

Qian Jin noticed that the Mahayana had fled far away, so he didn't chase it, but went down to the ground to take off the storage rings of the two, and then cremated their corpses, muttering, "When I arrived at the ancient battlefield, I met the old enemy, this enemy is really good, there are really many Mahayana monks here, it seems that there will be a lot of battles in the future." ”