The sky over the Lingyuan battlefield was filled with gray and bloody war clouds.
Tens of thousands of feet of golden body Dharma phase, from time to time from the clouds of war, every impact will detonate the blood cloud light of mushroom type!
The location of these monsters is the main battlefield.
In addition to several main battlefields, there are many low-level battlefields in the empty abyss, which are also very tragic. Thousands of monks will fall in every blink of an eye.
The place where Luochuan fell was a low-level battlefield full of empty dust.
The accumulation of empty dust day after day and year after year has formed a black Wanli plain here for thousands of years.
The soil on the plain is scarlet black, and bursts of void turbulence and strange forces fill the plain. Although there is a place to settle, friars who can cultivate too low can not survive here without high-grade Taoist robes or defensive magic weapons.
Luo Chuan is like a flame meteor, dragging a long flame tail and falling from high altitude!
Boom!
Luochuan bumped into the void plain and cracked a funnel-shaped pit 300 feet wide!
The earth splashes and the air waves open. The movement caused by the collision of Luochuan is not weaker than the blow of Guixu level 4 and even the real Dan realm.
On this battlefield, nearly 10000 monks near Luochuan were disturbed.
After a short cold, whoosh... Thousands of friars flew from all directions, all ready to move and rush to the pit.
Over the big pit, there was another bloody chaos!
Magic weapons and swords flew everywhere, and Demons and monsters came out together. In a blink of an eye, thousands of monks fell from the sky and were buried in the plain. Most of these friars belong to the third and fourth levels of Guixu, and there are also friars in the true Tao realm.
Finally, a black faced friar wearing a dark armour tuckahoe pattern Taoist robe broke through the siege and took the lead in flying into the pit.
"Hahaha, it must be the baby abandoned by those big people who fly from heaven!"
The black faced friar was elated. He wiped the blood on his face and looked at it. Then he was stunned: "what? Just a little friar... Turning into a baby? So weak!"
But when the black faced monk''s eyes fell on Luo Chuan, his body shook and was stunned: "that''s... The magic weapon of the top three products? Not only! The smell of the gourd is one point higher than the jealous bottle of the second product at the last auction!"
"Hmm? That knife was made of... The giant demon''s three foot green wings?"
"Is this... A white bat of emperor level in the innate vein?"
"God! What''s the origin of this little friar? There are so many treasures! Is he the son of the Tianchen immortal dynasty or the young master of the large sect?"
"Hahaha! No matter who you are! Since you come to the foreign battlefield, it''s a rotten life! Your baby belongs to me!"
The black faced monk danced with excitement. He just wanted to catch the Nanhai Xianhu, and his body was suddenly divided into two parts!
Poof!
Blood splashed high!
The black faced friar was split by a demon subduing pestle! Flesh, bones and viscera turned into meat foam in Taoist power and splashed all over the ground.
Behind the black faced friar, I don''t know when there is a green faced bald friar with a height of three feet.
"A fool! I don''t know to take it first when I see the baby!"
The burly bald friar sneered. When his eyes passed through the remnant body of the black faced Friar and fell on Luo Chuan, he was suddenly stunned.
"Baby... Good baby! What a good baby! Hair!"
The bald friar stabilized his mood and was about to put Nanhai Xianhu into his bag. Something unexpected happened.
The purple gourd was sucked into the lower abdomen of the little friar, and then the three Zhang green knife was also taken in! The white bat on the shoulder was put into the chest by the unconscious friar. Finally, even the storage ring is sucked into the body.
"What''s the matter? Huang Ting collects treasures? A little friar in the infantile realm can practice Huang Ting''s Secret realm from the Lord''s spirit? Hmm? And Huang ting and the spirit fetus can also practice? So many treasures and such powerful life skills... What''s the background of this little friar? Is he a descendant of Xuanjun in the domain?"
The bald friar stared at Luo Chuan and hesitated for a moment.
In a flash, his head flew high and his body was torn apart.
Another friar fell from the sky and killed the bald friar. Looking at Luo Chuan, he frowned: "it''s not a baby."
"Hum! It''s just a little ordinary monk! I''ve been arguing for a long time and wasting time. Who loves who wants!"
With that, the friar blinked away.
Constantly, friars flew into the pit, saw Luo Chuan, looked disappointed and left in a hurry.
In the void, there is no sun and moon, only the stars leaking into the distance, marking the passage of time.
Finally, when night falls, the world turns from Yang to Yin. Monks also need to rely on the changes of time to regulate their vitality and recuperate. As a result, the fierce battle in this battlefield came to an end.
The battle was suspended. The next time, all parties in the wheel road cleaned up the mess.
Friars who didn''t get any benefits jumped up and down in the ruins of the battlefield, unwilling to search to see if they could find the missing treasure.
In the pit where Luo Chuan is located, friars keep jumping in and out, jumping in and out. Obviously, they are not interested in a little friar who turns into a baby.
As time goes by, one day, two days, three days... In ten days, when Yin and yang are divided every day, the fight begins. When heaven and earth change from Yang to Yin, the vast majority of monks will tacitly stop fighting, find a safe place, and begin to understand practice and recuperate.
In this battlefield alone, thousands of monks die every day.
Luo Chuan''s pit was full of corpses and was about to cover him. The breath of death shrouded Luochuan and stifled the vitality in the depths of his body.
He fell from one end of the void to the other, and all his strength and mana were consumed, although he retained a glimmer of vitality with his powerful flesh and life-long skill.
But the location is an extraterritorial battlefield where the bones of unknown years have been deposited.
Every friar who died here is 100 times as powerful as Luochuan. He died miserably outside the territory. His spirit and charm did not disperse and his spirit was dead.
No matter who is buried in this mass grave for many years, his vitality will be suppressed until his vitality dissipates and he dies completely.
At that time, even if Luo Chuan mastered the mysterious patterns of life and death and the rotation of life and death, he could not save himself.
In the nine heavenly realms, the fighting between the big forces is extremely long. The war is calculated in a hundred years, and the small war is also calculated in ten years.
Time flies, time is running away bit by bit.
One day, two days, three days... January, two months, March... Finally one day, the fight was over, and a friar flew into the pit where Luo Chuan was located.
It was a middle-aged monk with a sallow complexion, a bent back and a body that looked like a cooked prawn.
With his sinister triangular eyes, protruding cheekbones, shriveled face and shaking goatee, the friar looked up and down, left and right, and did not look like a good kind.
Like all the monks who came to Taobao, he jumped up and down, turned left and right, and finally found two or three small magic tools with some value.
"It''s hard to find a good thing here!"
The middle-aged monk was about to fly away.
At this time, his footsteps stagnated, his body stagnated, and his nose sniffed: "strange, how can there be vitality here?"
"Is it a baby that I see out of sight?"
The middle-aged monk''s face showed ecstasy.
There were friars flying around over the pit. The middle-aged friar hid his happy face and waited patiently until it was getting late and there were fewer and fewer people.
Boom!
I don''t know how many bones were destroyed under his palm!
He slapped the ten thousand foot deep pit to the sky, and the palm power was constantly decreasing.
With fewer and fewer bones in the deep pit and the bottom of the pit exposed, a young monk with white skin and sitting in the air in a strange way appeared.
"Oh my God, what the hell!" the middle-aged monk was startled.
The young friar at the bottom of the pit closed his eyes tightly and his breath was weak, but he could not use any force. His legs were wrapped around and suspended three inches from the bottom of the pit.
"Into this strange look? Is it alive or dead?"
The middle-aged friar has the accomplishments above the realm of true Taoism, but he is full of Taoist power, but he dare not come forward: "is it the ancient corpse buried here? The strong man ten thousand years ago? This Tao can''t afford to play! In case of deceiving the corpse, ten thousand this Tao is not enough for him to fill his stomach!"
Having said that, the middle-aged friar took out a roulette from the storage ring, shook his hand, and the roulette rotated, emitting a trace of blue light, as if testing something.
After a while, the middle-aged friar breathed a sigh of relief.
"It turned out that this pit only appeared two years ago."
"Hum! Pretend! Want to scare me?"
"It seems that you are not dead yet! The longer you stay here, the closer you are to death."
"Wait to die!"
The middle-aged friar saw that he couldn''t get any good. He patted his ass and flew up, so he was about to leave.
With his feet on the edge of the pit, the middle-aged friar hesitated and didn''t move forward. He couldn''t bear to turn back and look at the young friar at the bottom of the pit.
"I''ve been buried for two years and haven''t died! My life is really big and extraordinary... It''s an opportunity to meet. Taoist priest, I''ve decided to show mercy and help you!"
"Don''t thank me. It''s really not my style to die."
"Sell you into the cannon fodder regiment, how can you exchange ten holy dollars."
"Hey, hey..."
The middle-aged monk smiled, rolled up a mana, took Luo Chuan out of the deep pit where he had been buried for two years, laughed and flew away.
……
Tick, tick, tick... The sound of drops of water echoed in Luochuan''s ears.
He seemed to have a dream, long but not long.
This dream is finally coming to an end.
Tick, tick, tick... The sound of water droplets continues to come, faster and faster.
This time Luo Chuan heard it clearly. It was clearly the blood essence in his body. He started rolling again!
Blood essence gathered from one to one, from one to one, and then from one to another... Wow, wow, wow... The tide of blood essence attracted Qi and blood. After two years, it rushed into Luochuan again, awakening the five zang organs, meridians and Dantian!
Luo Chuan suddenly sat up and opened his eyes.
In his vision, there was a strange environment and a group of strange monks coming to him with deep breath and different shapes.