Stepping on the mountain of corpses, following the battle song.

Fang Qingshan and his group were silent, suppressed, with a hint of sadness, and moving forward!

I don’t know how long I have been away, maybe one or two days, maybe ten or half a month, they finally arrived at the end of the road!

The stone tablet that seemed to be apart from the Monument to the People's Heroes in Lingxiao City stood tall.

The dark red blood stains on it seem to still show the tragic tragedy of the past.

A piece of inscription is engraved on the stone tablet.

But I don’t know if it’s because the time is too long or other reasons, it’s broken.

I can only see some words vaguely.

"In the 19th century, the final battle between gods and demons is fought. No one..."

Because of the reason being too broken, no one understands what it means.

But the desolation and sadness between the lines are beyond words.

"The past is destined, and there are too many changes in the future. Just grasp the present!"

Fang Qingshan felt that along the way, the soldiers under his command seemed to be shrouded in the sad aura, and they had no fighting spirit. He immediately said in a deep voice,

"No matter what is ahead, no matter what the future will be like? Hold the knife in your hand, overcome all obstacles, and the blood flows away, and the battle continues to stop!"

"The blood flows without ending, the battle continues!"

"The blood flows without ending, the battle continues!"

"The blood flows without ending, the battle continues!"

......

Fang Qingshan used the sound wave soul method that inspires and boosts morale, and his voice poured into the minds of the soldiers.

For a moment, everyone's hearts were filled with passion, their fighting spirit was high, and the shouts echoed over the road to the corpse of gods and demons for a long time.

Seeing this, Fang Qingshan couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Good guy, if you haven't entered the battlefield of gods and demons, you'll be all in it, that's great.

Then there is no need to fight, just find a place to cat and wait for the battlefield to end!

After leaving the stone tablet, everyone continued to move forward, and because of fighting spirit, the speed of the march was accelerated.

Soon, we arrived at a floating island.

The white jade paving on the island looks very delicate. Of course, even though you don’t think it’s strong, Fang Qingshan carefully observed it and compared himself to himself. Even if he was not sealed, he would probably not be able to shake the floating island at all.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the huge square in the center of the floating island. A golden list hangs high above the square, which is somewhat similar to the aura of the list Fang Qingshan saw in the Great World of the Gods.

The five big words "Hongmeng Wanling List" written on it show their boundless majesty, like mountains and seas, like power and prisons.

However, this floating island is also free from idle people, so Fang Qingshan and his group could not climb up at all.

Their exit was at the end of the White Bone Road, and an illusory light gate similar to the previous gate of gods and demons was flashing.

"It's finally here. Everyone cheer up and must not relax!"

Fang Qingshan said, without any hesitation, and he was about to take everyone over.

At this moment, two people suddenly appeared on the floating island that could not be landed.

Of course, it is a bit wrong to say that people are, to be precise, it should be an egg.

One black and one white!

It’s just that with hands and feet, it’s like an egg becomes a sperm, but it doesn’t break its shell.

He is wearing a black dress and looks cool and handsome.

The white one looks cute and cute.

These two non-humans are Brother Xiaosha and Hei Dashu who have appeared once in the Eternal Continent.

"Ladies and gentlemen?, dear brothers and sisters!" Brother Xiaosha flipped his hand, took out a shiny golden microphone, and spoke with great emotion.

“Stop!”

As soon as Brother Xiaosha finished speaking, he was slapped on the forehead by the Hei Dashen and scolded him.

"We are practitioners, so we should be called fellow Taoists. How many times have we said it, why can't we remember it!"

......

Two living treasures, one by one, one by one, one start a fancy show of death.

If you remove those without nutrition, you probably have only one meaning.

That is to try to survive on the battlefield of gods and demons.

On the basis of being able to survive, whoever can kill the most enemies and who can occupy the highest position in the Hongmeng Wanling List, the top 100 races will be rewarded by the way of heaven.

It is naturally impossible for Fang Qingshan to stay here and listen to the two live treasures competing.

He waved his hand and shouted to everyone,

"Go into the battlefield."

The group of people entered one after another, and they set foot on the battlefield of gods and demons.

I felt dizzy and dizzy, and when I opened my eyes, it was already another world.

"Is this the battlefield of gods and demons? How big is this?"

"Good guy, is this the sea? You can't see at a glance!"

"The most important thing is that this is actually a sea of ​​blood formed by blood gathering!"

"Yes, there are soul struggles above, which is even more terrifying than hell!"

"Where is this place, there is no map, and I don't know where I am."

......

Fang Qingshan and others stepped into the battlefield of gods and demons and were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.

But the sight of it was bloody, with red glows flying together with blood crows, and the apes and blood were all the same as the sky.

At first glance, there is an endless sea of ​​blood.

If it weren't for knowing that this was an eternal world, a battlefield of gods and demons, and that the original resonance could not be sensed, the mosquito Taoist almost thought he had returned to the prehistoric sea of ​​blood.

The place where Fang Qingshan and hundreds of thousands of troops are located is a lonely island. It seems that it may be flooded by the sea of ​​blood at any time.

Looking around, the eyes are so great, and even further away, except for a small island under your feet, there is no place to stay.

As for sailing on the sea of ​​blood, it doesn't work because it has the characteristics of weak water. The goose feathers cannot float, and the reed flowers sink to the bottom.

Someone put a ship-shaped magic weapon and threw it into the sea of ​​blood. It sank almost instantly, and melted completely in a moment.

Fang Qingshan went to explore in person, and after flying a certain distance, he flew back by himself.

Walking on the sea of ​​blood not only requires dealing with the devouring power under the sea of ​​blood, but also facing the dead souls floating and sinking in the sea of ​​blood. More importantly, it is impossible to get lost without distinguishing the direction.

"Damn it, what should we do now? Can we be trapped to death on this isolated island?"

"It's pretty good to be sleepy here, but the problem is that this place is weird, and there may be other dangers."

......

"The army is stationed on the spot, sending scouts to inquire, and first explore the island clearly."

Fang Qingshan gave an order.

Then he turned his head to the mosquito,

"Are you sure to enter the sea of ​​blood and find out?"

"It should be no problem!"

Although Mosquito Taoist was born in a sea of ​​blood and was extremely cruel, he did not dare to show off in this special place, and just nodded cautiously.

"So, go and have a look. Be careful. If you don't work, come back!"

"good!"

For a moment, everyone rested on the spot, waiting for news about the mosquito Taoist and scouts.

Not long after, the scouts returned, but there was no danger on the island.

The only problem is that it seems that the rising tide of the blood sea will flood the island every day.

With the power of this blood sea water, I am afraid that except for a few people such as Fang Qingshan, they could be wiped out by a high tide.
Chapter completed!