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Home > Fantasy > The Legend of Futian > Chapter 1771

Chapter 1771

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All the cultivators looked solemn. What kind of war had broken out on the battlefield back then?

How many people had fallen in it?

This dusty space reappeared, burying a piece of history.

In front of them, the Buddhist cultivators of Tianxian Temple in the Mountain Realm stopped. Then, the Light of Buddha burst out from their bodies, illuminating the space. This terrible Light of Buddha moved forward, and in front of them, there seemed to be a boundlessly huge figure of an evil demon. Behind it, countless evil demons bared their fangs and brandished their claws. It was as if the people who had fallen in Hell had been resurrected.

Under the Light of Buddha, those phantoms were constantly destroyed and exploded, destroyed in a frenzy. Obviously, these were not real bodies, but the will left behind by the people who had fallen in the past. They were still sealed in this world and were purified into nothingness under the Light of Buddha.

Seeing this scene, many people seemed to realize something. All the cultivators sped up and moved forward, rushing in the direction of the Buddhist cultivators of Tianxian Temple who were leading the way.

Ye Futian revealed a strange expression when he saw this scene. Before this, he had been counting on the master of Tianxian Temple to lead the way. Now, it seemed that they had other ideas.

"Let's go, too," Ye Futian said.

He also sped up and moved forward. After a while, they were not far behind the Buddhist cultivators of Tianxian Temple. The major forces were scattered in different directions and all followed.

Under the Light of Buddha, the evil demons retreated. However, in front of them, there was a skeleton sitting cross-legged. This skeleton had not decayed for hundreds of years. It sat there quietly, but there was no breath of life on its body. There was only the aura of death. The will of death surrounded this skeleton. It was a person who had fallen long ago.

However, what was frightening was that the skeleton bloomed with an unusually bright light. It was the Light of Darkness.

This dark light was extremely frightening. It was like a dark ancient book had been integrated into his body. This ancient book seemed to have many pages, and one could faintly feel an extremely frightening will of desolation emanating from it.

"The Divine Wheel is immortal."

One figure after another stepped forward. This forged Divine Wheel of the Great Path had not decayed even after the death of the other. It was even more frightening than the physical body, and it had turned into a strange treasure.

Greed flashed in many people's eyes, especially the cultivators from Jiuyou City. They all moved forward and got very close to each other. Obviously, although they couldn't fight against a supreme force, they had their own ideas.

"This item is more suitable for the cultivators of our Hidden Land Realm. You have come from afar. Even if you obtain it, it will be useless. Why don't you give it to the forces of the Hidden Land Realm?" someone said at this time. The person who spoke was a cultivator of the Clan of the God of Ghost.

Not only him, but the supreme forces of the Hidden Land Realm were also tempted. The figure who had died here was definitely a mighty figure.

When everyone heard his words, they were exceptionally silent. No one responded.

In the face of a treasure, who would hand it over so easily?

What's more, there were many forces here today. Almost all the forces in the Nine Realms were here.

Even if one faction withdrew, what about the other factions?

"We can give it to the Hidden Land Realm, but can the forces of the Hidden Land Realm guarantee that they won't fight for the treasures in the future?" At this time, a voice came out. The speaker was a cultivator of the Solar Divine Palace.

Sure enough, these words silenced the major forces of the Hidden Land Realm.

Could they guarantee that they wouldn't fight for it?

No one dared to guarantee it. They had just entered this hellish battlefield. Who knew what they would encounter in the future?

If they encountered a stronger treasure, could they not fight for it?

Obviously, they couldn't do it.

"If you can't promise, then there is no need to divide the realms. Whoever can get it can keep it," the cultivator of the Solar Divine Palace said faintly.

If this was the Hidden Land Realm, could the Hidden Land Realm monopolize everything that appeared?

"Buzz." A figure flashed rapidly and directly rushed toward the corpse that had died. It was like a black shadow, and its speed was extremely fast.

The person who attacked was the cultivator of the Clan of the God of Ghost. Since they wanted to snatch it, then they should just do it.

Rumble …

A terrifying suppression of the Great Path descended, and the speed of the cultivator of the Clan of the God of Ghost came to an abrupt halt. The cultivator of the Zhenyu Clan stepped out. Every step he took was boundlessly heavy, suppressing the void.

As expected, the forces of the Hidden Land Realm took the initiative to attack.

Master Pudu glanced at them, put his palms together, and chanted the Buddha's voice. Then he stepped out and continued to move forward from the sky, ignoring the situation here.

One after another, cultivators made their moves. In an instant, with the skeleton as the center, many powerful figures began to fight for it. All the supreme forces of the Hidden Land Realm had entered the battlefield.

They vaguely knew who the fallen person was.

Back in the day, there was an extremely powerful existence in the Hidden Land Realm. His strength was extremely terrifying, and his Divine Wheel was extremely tyrannical. He was once very famous in the Hidden Land Realm.

Therefore, how could they miss this opportunity?

Shen Luoxue glanced at Ye Futian beside her.

"Granny, let's keep going," Ye Futian was very calm. He glanced at the cultivators of Tianxian Temple who continued to move forward and said. Shen Luoxue nodded, and then everyone continued to move forward, bypassing this battlefield.

One after another, forces were involved in this battle, but some forces gave up directly. Obviously, in their opinion, it was not worth fighting here.

Ahead, there might be something that they wanted more.

Ye Futian and the others continued to move forward. A terrifying aura came from behind them, setting off a storm of the Great Path. But the crowd continued to move forward as if nothing had happened behind them.

There were still many ghostly evil shadows appearing in this space, but they were all annihilated under the Light of Buddha. It was as if they had been transcended by the Dharma.

The crowd stepped into an area of mountains. In a canyon, a blood-colored demonic blade appeared. A terrifying blood-colored light filled the air, dyeing the sky red.

This blade was inserted into the ground and seemed to have been broken. But there was still a shocking aura emanating from it. The area around the demonic blade formed a terrible destructive domain. It was as if anyone who approached it would be wiped out by the blade's will.

Another cultivator rushed forward. This time, no one even said a word. They directly fought for it.

Ye Futian glanced at it and still did not have much interest. In God's relic, he had obtained a treasure trove of ritual implements. Now, ordinary ritual implements could not attract his attention at all. Even if he obtained them, there was not much meaning to it.

Unless, of course, it was a special ritual implement or a ritual implement above the Renhuang Plane. Those things could no longer be called ritual implements, but divine objects. They could not be measured by the word "ritual implement".

Ye Futian and the others continued to move forward. Except for a few people who fought for it, the people from other forces directly avoided them and kept moving forward.

It seemed that this ancient battlefield might bring them a surprise.

It was not just the Gate of Hell.

This dusty space was astonishingly large. Even the distance that their divine consciousness could spread was limited. They were greatly affected.

At this moment, the cultivators from the Mountain Realm suddenly sped up.

This caused many people to reveal a strange look. They also followed them forward. In front of them, there was an extremely solemn aura. Even from a very far distance, they could vaguely sense the tyrannical power of this aura.

"What is that?" Ye Futian thought to himself. He was not the only one who felt it. Shen Luoxue and the other cultivators from the Heavenly Mandate Academy also felt it.

There were other forces.

Shen Luochuan of the Shen clan revealed a strange look in his eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the endless void and look forward. Unknowingly, their speed was still increasing. They almost turned into streams of light shuttling through this space.

The majestic and solemn aura became more and more intense. In front of them, they could vaguely see giant buildings. The terrifying aura was coming from there.

The towering giant buildings blocked out the sky. The closer they got, the more majestic they became. They were tens of thousands of feet tall.

As they got closer, the terrifying aura made it difficult for them to move forward. Finally, they also saw clearly what it was.

"This …"

Ye Futian's expression was shocked. He stared straight ahead. The giant things were not buildings but statues. Or, in other words, they were transformed by cultivators.

Two boundless majestic statues stood facing each other. One was a Buddha, and the other was a demon.

One statue radiated endless Light of Buddha. Its entire body was cast in gold. The other statue was a demon statue. Its entire body was pitch-black.

The two boundless majestic figures seemed to have passed away here.

Around them, there were also huge statues, all of which released an extremely tyrannical aura. However, there was no aura of life. They had all fallen many years ago.

The cultivators from Tianxian Temple walked up to the Buddha statues. All of them looked solemn. They all sat cross-legged and chanted the Buddha's voice. They were extremely devout.

It was as if they were worshiping their ancestors.

Here, the fallen cultivators were their ancestors, the ancient Buddhas!

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