According to Yang Jian's understanding, there might be some treasures in the five continents of the Primordial World that could trigger the "urgency" of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art. However, there shouldn't be any hope in this world.
However, how did the desire and joy in his heart come about? It was as if he had encountered rain after a long drought.
Could it be that he had been cultivating for too long that his mystic technique was like a pig who had never seen a beautiful girl and was drooling when he saw some treasures?
A few black lines appeared on Yang Jian's forehead. While he was running, he almost made himself laugh out loud.
The wind became stronger and the murderous aura became thicker. The resistance he faced increased bit by bit. Yang Jian had no choice but to slow down because he felt that there was a dangerous aura hidden in the blood dance.
It should be a spiritual creature that cultivated in the blood fiend. It was just like the "hissing" sound he heard when he avoided those people.
After walking for about an hour …
"Huh?"
Yang Jian suddenly stopped and frowned as he looked ahead.
He saw a huge skeleton standing on the sand. There was still a trace of warmth on the skeleton, but there was no flesh left.
His scalp went numb and goosebumps appeared all over his body. Yang Jian even felt like vomiting, but he forced himself to hold it back.
The skeleton looked like it belonged to a demonic beast like a lion or tiger. It was nearly 100 feet long and 20 feet wide. It had actually fallen there strangely.
He made a simple deduction in his heart.
Such a huge demonic beast had lived in this land of blood fiend not long ago. Its body was definitely strong enough to resist the wind and blood mist.
Its flesh and blood must have been eaten clean by an even more terrifying demonic beast!
Yang Jian avoided that place and carefully circled around the flawless white skeleton. He continued to explore the path ahead.
He should be glad that the blood fiend restricted the spiritual senses of cultivators. Even if his cultivation level was high, he could not probe too far.
Otherwise, Yang Jian would have been ambushed a long time ago.
He was actually quite deep into the land of blood fiend.
After walking for another hour, Yang Jian encountered four to five corpses. There were no longer huge beast-shaped corpses on the ground. There were also human-shaped corpses.
But no matter what kind of corpse it was, they all had a common characteristic — they were all flawless white bones, and there was no flesh or blood left.
This strange scene caused Yang Jian's palms to break out in sweat.
This was the first time he had ventured into danger to search for treasures. He did not expect it to be so dangerous.
He couldn't help but walk more cautiously and sense the path ahead more carefully.
Very quickly, Yang Jian overthrew the words of the Shattering Heavens Immortal Sect!
Ten elders? He must be joking! This wasn't just one direction. He had already seen more than twenty places with bones and corpses along the way. More than eighteen people had died here!
The white smoke rising from the bones was enough to prove that these people had died not long ago!
More than the humanoid corpses, however, were the gigantic beasts.
Perhaps after this mystic realm appeared, a large group of cultivators barged in one after another, engaging in a series of battles with the Fiend Blood Spirits that lived here.
Or perhaps, a group of demon cultivators and human cultivators had rushed in at the same time. They fought while rushing forward, which was why there were corpses all along the way.
But, in this world, wasn't there only the mystic realm that barely had spiritual Qi for cultivation?
After the Great Shaman-Demon War, the luck of demon cultivators was already weak. If there was no spiritual Qi, how could they cultivate?
Yang Jian thought about it again and again and felt that the first possibility was more likely.
As he continued forward, he saw another three or four places with corpses. The beast-shaped corpses here were even larger, and there were more human-shaped corpses.
Yang Jian continued to take a detour. He almost bent his back to reduce the possibility of being discovered.
"Hiss … hiss …"
The sudden strange sound made Yang Jian freeze on the spot. His body was like a wooden statue. He held his breath and lowered his vital signs to the minimum.
He saw it!
There was a huge creature that looked like a snake or a lizard. It was a few hundred feet away on his left. It swayed its huge body and swam in the same direction as Yang Jian.
This body … was at least 200 feet long, right?
It even had eight thick and short legs. Just from its appearance alone, one could tell that it wasn't a benevolent being, not to mention the blood-red scales on its body.
Yang Jian stood still, but the Eight-Nine Arcane Art was running frantically to accumulate power.
He did not dare to expose even the slightest bit of his battle intent and killing intent. He tried his best to make his eyes not have any color. He just stood there quietly with his back bent.
It was just a few breaths, but Yang Jian felt that it was more difficult than a few months!
Finally, the figure of the strange snake disappeared in the sky full of blood. Yang Jian felt that there was not much danger and planned to continue forward.
Even if there was such a powerful monster in front of him, Yang Jian had to take the risk for the opportunity to break through …
If his strength was not enough, then he would make up for it with luck. Yang Jian had heard Perfected Taiyi praise his deep source of luck. This time, he wanted to try his luck and see if his source of luck was useful in this big world where the Spiritual Qi was exhausted and the Heavenly Dao did not appear!
Suddenly, Yang Jian looked at the path that the monster had taken. His figure rushed out with a swoosh and jumped directly into the ravine left by the strange snake.
With the remaining power left by the strange snake, this ravine should be able to help him avoid many dangers, right?
That was indeed the case. Yang Jian kept his head down and proceeded without any obstruction for the next hour.
Finally, the wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and the world in front of him suddenly became clear. Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly retreated into the blood fog. He found a sandpit and lay down, quietly observing the front.
In the center of the blood fog, there was no wind!
In the circular area with a diameter of 10,000 feet, there was a huge battle that broke out!
There were more than a hundred figures fighting there, and there were more than ten giant blood red beasts that looked like the strange snake that he had seen before, trying their best to stop these more than a hundred figures!
In the middle of the circular area, there was a small dirt mountain. It looked like a tomb, but also like a head. Boundless blood qi spread out from the 'dirt mountain', and it rolled up a heavy murderous aura thousands of feet away.
Obviously, the more than a hundred figures wanted to rush near the dirt mountain, and more than ten giant blood red beasts were trying their best to stop them.
"I'm afraid the opportunity is there," Yang Jian frowned bitterly.
Sigh, his cultivation was too low. Among the people fighting there, which one of them was not a cultivator that could fly?
Those huge blood red beast spirits, which one of them was not an existence that could swallow him in one gulp?
What was worse was that there was no wind or waves within thousands of feet. Without the cover of the sky full of blood fog, he could not even think of sneaking in from the back.
What should he do?
Was he going to enter a treasure mountain and return empty-handed?
An opportunity to break through in his Xuan Cultivation …
"Forget it, nothing is more important than my life. There is a great Immortal Path waiting for me, this kind of situation with no chance of survival, I should just forget about it."
Yang Jian shook his head for a while. Although he was reluctant, and his spirit sense was still restless, there was no way he could move forward.
Windless zone, windless zone!
Yang Jian could only stomp his feet angrily, and turned around to look for the way he came from.
Suddenly, the Xuan Cultivation that had been running stopped slightly, and his spirit sense trembled, as if it was guiding Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked puzzled at the place to his left that was filled with sand. After thinking for a while, he lowered his body and retreated a little, and then moved forward in the direction that his spirit sense was guiding.
As he walked, in the sky full of sand, he suddenly saw a dark stone tablet, standing on the boundary between the windless zone and the windless zone.
The wind and sand could not invade, and the blood qi could not rot. It seemed to be floating up and down, emitting a sense of hatred and rage.
Yang Jian sneaked closer to take a look, and was shocked to see that there were four very complicated ancient words written on the front of the stone tablet.
Yang Jian had never seen such words, but the information that these four big words carried, was instantly clear in his heart.
The land where the Sorcerer Died!
Unwillingness!
Heaven Slaying!
Death in battle!
Also!
Sacrificing one's body to the ancestors!
Leaving one's blood to repay the descendants!
All the disciples of the Wu people can enter and take the blood of the Battle Sorcerer!
This body can die! The Sorcerer cannot be defeated!
Yang Jian's heart was inexplicably shocked, and he stood thirty feet in front of the stone tablet, unable to calm down for a long time.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a cold shout from the windless land. Yang Jian looked up, and could not help but clench his teeth.
"Who is avoiding the battle beside the stone tablet? It's actually you! "
The peerless fairy rushed down from the sky, and the green sword in her hand scattered sword shadows.
Green ripples!
It's her again!
And this time, her attack carried a cold murderous aura!
Yang Jian cut off all means of retreat, and he circulated the first level of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art at full speed. Monstrous anger rose in his heart, and he was going to scrape off a piece of flesh from this woman's body even if he had to die!
A sudden change occurred!
A large blood-colored hand stretched out from the stone tablet, and directly grabbed Yang Jian's figure, and dragged Yang Jian towards the stone tablet!
With a soft poof, Yang Jian did not even have time to scream, and his figure disappeared without a trace, as if he was directly swallowed by the stone tablet.
And the sword shadows fell, and clanging sounds rang out for a while, but did not leave a single mark on the stone tablet.
The beautiful Taoist nun landed in front of the stone tablet, and frowned slightly. She murmured in a low voice, then turned and rushed towards the continuous battle.
"I actually let him obtain a good fortune, hmph! Keeping you alive will only make my mind restless, and I must kill you to fulfill my Taoist heart. "
With that, her beautiful face carried a bit of arrogance, and she went forward to enter the battlefield.
This was a ruthless person, and she knew that Yang Jian already bore a grudge against her, so this time she attacked even more mercilessly.
But after today's unforeseen event, Yang Jian and she were absolute enemies, and in the future, they would definitely fight to the death, and only one of them could survive.
If Yang Jian did not come here, perhaps he would not be able to pose any threat to her in a short period of time, and even be hunted down by her a few times.
But, Yang Jian came, and it was all over, and he went in …
This was his fate, and he was truly blessed by the Taoist Ancestor.
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