"Immortal Ancient Battlefield?"
When Dongfang Yeren heard this, a grave expression appeared on his face.
Obviously, the weight of these four words was not light.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
"That's right, it must be the Immortal Ancient Battlefield."
"I should have thought of it."
"The current situation can only be solved by the battle of the Immortal Ancient. The Union of Ten Thousand Immortals will never allow their internal rift to be repaired. The Immortal Suppressing Pagoda has gone too far. Originally, they only needed to cut some benefits, but now, because of the appearance of Senior and Demon Ancestor, their plan has been ruined. Their only way out is the Immortal Ancient Battlefield."
Dongfang Yeren's train of thought gradually became clearer.
It was as if some clouds and mist had been pushed aside.
He took a deep breath and said, "In this way, the situation is very disadvantageous to us."
Holding Hua Xiangrong's jade-like palm, Li Mu was daydreaming. Hearing this, he couldn't help asking, "What is the Immortal Ancient Battlefield on earth? Sounds like it's very exciting. "
Dongfang Yeren glanced at Li Mu and said, "Arena battle."
"Ah?" Li Mu was stunned. "Fight in the ring?"
Dongfang Yeren said, "Yes, the loser dies, the winner enters the Immortal Ancient Battlefield."
Li Mu pondered for a moment and said, "The winner will enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield? Could it be that there's some sort of great fortune in the Immortal Ancient Battlefield? "
Dongfang Ye Ren said, "You could put it that way. However, since ancient times, no one has ever come out after entering the Immortal Ancient Battlefield. Therefore, they should all be dead. Even if they're lucky enough to survive, it's no different from being dead if they can't come out."
Li Mu, "…"
What kind of logic was that?
Those who entered the Immortal Ancient Battlefield all died. This was no different from losing in the arena battles.
Regardless of whether he won or lost, he would still die.
Then what was the point of fighting in the arena?
Wouldn't it be over if both sides cut their necks and committed suicide?
"Are you sure you're not kidding me?"
Li Mu looked at Dongfang Yeren as though he was looking at an idiot.
Dongfang Yeren's expression was very solemn. "Even though there's no chance of survival, it's still an honor to be able to enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield, especially in the eyes of the true peak immortals."
Li Mu said, "I …"
How did it involve Glory?
Could it be that the Immortal Ancient Battlefield was the Hall of Heroes?
But I'm not a fanatic.
Dongfang Yeren rubbed his temples.
He felt that it would be difficult to explain this matter in a short period of time.
Thus, he said, "All you need to know is that if we lose in the Immortal Ancient arena, then all our previous efforts will be for naught."
Li Mu was speechless.
If that's the case, why didn't you do it earlier?
At the start, wouldn't it be over if everyone just fought in the Immortal Ancient arena?
Why did he have to risk his life to fight in the East Saint Continent for so long?
Isn't this a waste of air?
As if he had seen through the doubt in Li Mu's eyes, Dongfang Yeren could only patiently explain, "In the beginning, the scale of the war in the Dongsheng Continent was simply not enough to qualify for the Immortal Ancient Arena."
Li Mu said, "Even if the four Divine Venerables of the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda and the experts at the Celestial Sage level intervene, such a scale is not enough?"
Dongfang Ye Ren replied, "Not enough."
Li Mu really wanted to suck a mouthful of Liangpi.
If there was a bowl of Liangpi in front of him.
Damn it.
He looked at the old faker.
So, the truth of the matter was that this guy and Evil Moon came out of the Thunder Penitentiary, which caused everyone to risk their lives. They were so close to winning the war, but it was completely ruined and they had no choice but to fight in the Immortal Ancient Arena?
The old faker immediately glared at him and said angrily, "Why are you looking at me? If it weren't for that cat and I, who saw that the situation was not right and came out in advance, you would have been defeated by the four Celestial Sages. Are you blaming me? "
Li Mu's momentum instantly withered.
"It seems … it does make sense."
"If we win the Immortal Ancient arena, then from now on, the rules of the Dongsheng Continent will be completely set by us. Even if the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda is dissatisfied, it will have to bear with it. It's just that once the candidates for the battle are determined, no matter who wins or loses, they will die."
Dongfang Yeren explained.
Li Mu rubbed his temples.
"Damn it."
"What is this?"
"A suicide squad … No, a suicide squad."
"They are like sacrifices in a sacrificial ceremony."
Dongfang Yeren said, "So, you can't go."
He looked at Li Mu and said, "I will go."
"Wow."
Li Mu was touched.
"What kind of spirit is this?"
"This is the fearless spirit of sacrificing oneself for others."
Li Mu stood up and patted Dongfang Yeren on the shoulder. "Then you can go in peace. Every year on the Chongyang Qingming Festival, I will burn incense for you."
Dongfang Yeren: "…"
The old faker jumped to his feet and said, "No, Little Li, you must go to the arena."
Li Mu stiffly turned to look at the old faker and said angrily, "You said you won't use me as a weapon."
The old faker said, "This is your destiny."
Li Mu: "…"
"Destiny my ass."
"As if I would believe you."
"You are a terrible old man, very bad."
"Senior, you mean …" Dongfang Yeren suddenly seemed to understand something.
He stood up abruptly and lowered his head, beads of sweat oozing from his temples. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Li Mu, as if he was looking at a stranger he had met for the first time.
Li Mu felt a chill. "You … don't look at me like that. What do you mean?"
Dongfang Yeren looked at Li Mu and said, "No wonder."
"No wonder what?"
"If that's the case, then you really have to go to the Immortal Ancient Arena." Dongfang Yeren did not answer Li Mu's question, but looked as if he had suddenly realized something.
Li Mu said, "If that's the case, then what?"
Dongfang Yeren no longer paid attention to Li Mu, turned to the old faker, and said, "Thank you for your advice, senior. I have finally got a glimpse of the secret of heaven today. I will go to prepare now."
The old faker nodded and said, "Go."
Dongfang Yeren got up and left.
Li Mu stood up and said frantically, "Hey? Don't go, what's going on? Tell me clearly, you haven't finished yet, hey, hey, hey … "
Dongfang Yeren's figure had already disappeared.
Li Mu turned back and looked at the old faker.
The old faker stroked his beard and said, "Don't look at me, it's useless. Not only you, but she also has to participate." He pointed to Hua Xiangrong.
Hua Xiangrong's face showed a trace of surprise.
However, there was not the slightest hint of fear on her flawless face.
As long as it was Li Mu going, she was willing to go, even if it was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, she would not hesitate.
Li Mu, however, jumped up and down as if his tail had been stepped on, and said angrily, "Don't even think about it, you old man, what are you thinking? We have been wounded for the Chaotic World and shed blood for the Immortal Realm. We are meritorious subjects, and we will never be cannon fodder and sacrifices. "
What a joke.
Li Mu had been fighting and fighting for years, wandering on the edge of life and death countless times, and had been a burden to Hua Xiangrong and the others. He had also experienced twists and turns, and had suffered innumerable parting.
Now, even if he was asked to continue to lurk in the Great Immortal Court as a pawn of the resistance army, he would not resist.
But why should he go to die?
Why should he take his wife and children to die?
Wasn't the dedication of these years enough?
Why should he catch a sheep and pull its hair?
"Cannon fodder and sacrifices?" The old faker said with a puzzled look, "Who said you are going to be cannon fodder and sacrifices? Go to the Immortal Ancient Arena. As long as you win, you can enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield and become one of the people who really stand at the peak of the Immortal Realm. You are really qualified to decide the fate of the Immortal Realm and countless worlds, and stand shoulder to shoulder with those great sages … What a good opportunity! "
Li Mu said, "Go to hell, stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Why don't you go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"
The old faker said, "I am going to go to the arena."
"Ah?" Li Mu was stunned.
This was not in line with the old faker's character of being greedy for life and afraid of death.
Take the initiative to die?
"Well … I won't go either." Li Mu directly refused.
The old faker was amused. "It's not up to you … Besides, not only you, but also Yuan Hou, Little Nine, Wang Shiyu, Little Pink Pig, and others have to go. Dongfang Yeren also has to go. Everyone has to go together. You can't escape."
Li Mu was shocked at that moment.
"What?"
"Is this a group to die?"
"Are they all so impatient to live?"
He rubbed his temples seriously and asked, "What the hell is going on?"
The old faker said, "I can only say that this is our chance, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we miss it, we will not regret it. For this opportunity, even if we have to give up all the previous arrangements in the Dongsheng Continent, we will not hesitate. What's more, since we have advanced to this step, Dongfang Yeren's task can be said to be more than fulfilled. "
Li Mu was lost in thought.
He stared at the old faker and said word by word, "You are hiding too many things."
The old faker laughed and said, "Hiding? It's just that you don't have the chance to understand it. "
The old faker pointed to the sky above and said, "There are some things that can't be revealed."
"Pretending to be mysterious?"
Li Mu snorted.
He got up, took Hua Xiangrong's hand, and walked out, saying, "Well, if you don't want to say it, then forget it. I have to think about it."
The old faker touched his sparse beard, clicked his tongue, and said no more.
In the words of some historians on Earth, the wheel of history had already rolled over. Any living creature living in this era was like a speck of dust in the general trend. They could only rise and fall in this general trend. It was impossible to stay out of it.
Even that person who stood at the top of the immortal world and stood in the highest position in all eternity could not escape, let alone Li Mu.
"Whether it is the second immortal collapse or the reconstruction of the three realms, it all depends on this."
"I hope those who have already entered the battlefield are still holding on."
The old faker came to the outside of the hall of the Punishment Mansion and looked up at the sky.
In the blue void, familiar faces seemed to be emerging, familiar yet distant. Some had disappeared forever, some were scattered in unknown places, and some were still fighting … Soon, soon, I will see them.
No matter in what way.
"Old friends, here I come."
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