Chapter 420
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The magical power in the boy's body was absorbed by the Demon Subduing Brush, and he fainted from the intense pain.
… ….
When Wang Changsheng regained consciousness, he was surprised to find that he was in a gray forest.
As far as the eye could see, they were surrounded by a large P Black Se tree with lush canopies, making this P Dense Forest look very dark.
A gray full moon hung high in the sky, emitting a gray light, making the forest look even darker.
The dense forest was very quiet. Aside from the tall black trees, there was not a single living creature, not even a single bird.
The gray ground was filled with swamps, and one or two bubbles would appear from time to time in the black mud. There were white bones scattered on the mud.
A gust of wind blew past, and a fishy smell immediately assailed his nose.
Wang Changsheng took a deep breath and looked at everything around him with a serious expression. His eyes were filled with fatigue.
He was clearly in the basement, so how did he come here?
The most strange thing was that he didn't have a storage bag on him, not even a spirit beast bag.
"Could it be that I entered this place in the form of a primordial spirit? Or is this a dream? "Wang Changsheng muttered to himself, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
Thinking about the Demon Subduing Brush's magical power, Wang Changsheng felt that he should be in a dream, and this dream should be created by the Demon Subduing Brush.
Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng pinched his thigh hard, but he didn't feel any pain.
"It is indeed a dream." Wang Changsheng saw this and let out a sigh of relief.
Since it was a dream, he didn't have to worry about his safety.
Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng walked forward with ease.
As he walked, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting in front of him, as if there were people fighting. However, there was a hill in front of him that blocked his line of sight.
Wang Changsheng's mind moved, and he quickly walked forward.
Soon, Wang Changsheng passed through the hill, and the scene in front of him shocked him.
At the foot of the hill, on a vast and boundless plain, millions of soldiers were fighting each other.
Judging from their attire, this group of people was divided into two factions, and they were fighting in a chaotic battle.
The people on the side, regardless of whether they were male or female, were all dressed in black. Their skin was a little gray. As they chanted, the gray clouds behind them rolled and surged.
Following that, one after another, ferocious ghosts of all shapes and sizes crawled out from the clouds one after another. Some of them breathed out mist, while others roared incessantly. There were so many of them that it made one's head go numb.
As soon as these malicious spirits appeared, they pounced on their enemies.
The other group seemed to have more people, but their attire was messy, and their weapons were strange and strange.
What surprised Wang Changsheng the most was that the weapons of this disorderly group of people were all magic weapons. In other words, this large-scale war was a war between cultivators of the Core Formation stage and above.
In addition to fighting on the ground, there were also people fighting in the air.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators were flying in the air, either on magic tools or riding spirit beasts. A group of cultivators dressed in black were fighting with a group of cultivators dressed in disorderly attire. The two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.
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