Chapter 267 Young Park Suanzi, Chaos Battlefield

There is no such country as Nanwu! The battlefield of Nanwu? Wei Long was a little confused in an instant. What era has he been reversed this time? The surrounding environment within tens of thousands of miles can still be seen that this is the territory of Nanwu. After another detection technique was thrown out, Wei Long could almost determine where this place was.

It is the place where he traveled through time, near Wangxian City, and to the south, there is no volcanic group, but an endless grassland. There is indeed a small city nearby, but the scale of Wangxian City is too different.

Wei Longyao pointed to the direction of the small city and said with some uncertainty: "Is that Wangxian City?"

The young man Qingfeng looked at Wei Long as if he was looking at an idiot: "What is that not Wangxian City? Human cultivators and demon clans started a war. Wangxian City was a stronghold on the front line, no one knew this!" The young man stopped talking about the following words, as if he was seeing Wei Long's cultivation level far higher than him, and he did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Wei Long frowned slightly and asked again: "Hundred Fu Sect, Tianyi Sword Sect, Wangyue Tower, Yinhun Sect, have you heard of it? Have you heard of it? There is also the Void Immortal Palace?"

The boy's eyes flashed and he thought in secret: "Is this man a spy from the demon clan? Why don't he know anything and say some inexplicable words." After pretending to be meditated, the boy Qingfeng shook his head and said: "I haven't heard of it. Can you be a member of the country north of the Baolong Kingdom?"

Wei Long shook his head gently and said, "I am from Nanwu Kingdom. What is your Taoist name? Let's go and take me to the Xianxian City!"

The boy's eyes flashed for a moment, and he smiled and said, "My name is Qingfeng!"

Wei Long couldn't help it anymore and laughed. He really couldn't imagine that the young man who looked like a master and liked to speak halfway through his words would have been like this slippery appearance. The familiarity from his heart made Wei Long firmly believe that this young man was Park Suozi.

Wei Long laughed for a long time, and made the young Qingfeng feel a little embarrassed, and he still said calmly: "My name is Qingfeng! What's wrong, everyone knows! My name is very famous in Wangxian City. Anyone who can just pull it has heard of me!"

Wei Long shook his head slowly, turned around and fell to the ground, and said lightly: "Suanzi Park, let's go, I haven't seen Wangxian City like this yet!"

The young man's expression changed drastically. He looked at Wei Long as if he had seen a ghost and exclaimed: "How do you know my Taoist name! I have never told anyone my Taoist name!"

Wei Long suddenly remembered his way of being crazy by Park Suanzi's half-word words, and pretended to be profound: "You will know in the future! You have to ask yourself this!" After that, he laughed and walked towards Wangxian City.

And the young Qingfeng, also known as Park Suanzi, frowned and looked at Wei Long's back, as if he was very distressed, constantly recalling what Wei Long said just now, what does it mean to ask myself? Then he took out a hexagonal compass from the storage bag, and kept fiddling with it for a while before he was worriedly put it in the storage bag, muttering dissatisfiedly: "It's still impossible to calculate anything. Can't we really be able to calculate who will have a bloody disaster?"

But Wei Long had already walked a long way. Qingfeng raised his hand and shouted: "Hey, senior, great immortal, wait for me!" Then he let out his body and chased Wei Long.

Wei Long slowly walked towards Wangxian City as if he was walking, but every step seemed to cross a hundred feet away. The breeze bulged, and the true energy in his body was used, but he could only hang behind Wei Long from a distance.

Looking at the completely different environment around him, Wei Long began to calculate how many years he had been going backwards. The Ten Absolute Formation had secretly connected the earth veins on the upper and lower ground, and used the evolution of the earth veins to reversely calculate what era it was at this moment. When he saw that small city, Wei Long suddenly slowed down and sighed softly: "About 10,050 years, I didn't expect it to be going backwards for so long, but why did that crystal long sword bring me to this era? If it weren't for the mysterious Tai Chi diagram phantom in my dantian that could protect me from being obliterated by time and space, and put it on others, I'm afraid I'd have been completely lost in the river of time. What is that Tai Chi diagram phantom?"

After coming here, the first thing I saw was Pu Suozi in his youth, Qingfeng. Wei Long also understood a lot of things in an instant. Why did he have such a familiar familiarity with Pu Suozi before? What has happened cannot be changed. No one can change the flow of the river of time. Even if there is a slight ripples, it will dissipate like a drop of water dropping into the rushing river.

Have these been arranged in the dark? Wei Long raised his head and whispered a sentence: "The small trend can be changed, but the big trend will not change!" At this moment, he seemed to understand why this simple but cruel sentence was hailed as the truth of helplessness in the world before traveling through time, and also seemed to understand why so many people were fighting to break the rules of the world.

What has happened is unchangeable. This is the truth of the law of cause and effect. For example, Wei Long was killed by a person more than 10,000 years later. If he killed such a person more than 10,000 years ago and completely destroyed his soul, it would disrupt the law of cause and effect. Both, including the things associated with it, will be completely annihilated by the laws of heaven and earth.

Cause and effect are the most complicated things. Wei Long pondered for a while. He firmly believed that there must be a reason for the crystal long sword to bring him here. There is a possible reason for this situation, that is, some major event or big cause and effect may occur, which may cause such a situation that may mess up the law of cause and effect.

Wei Long stood at the top of a hillside, looking at a small city that was only a few miles ahead. The simple city wall basically had no effect. The only function was to make it look like a city. After a while, Qingfeng rushed to Wei Long panting and looked at Wei Long who was calm and composed, and guessed Wei Long's cultivation level again: "This senior probably has the cultivation level of the Gang Refining Stage, right?"

Qingfeng looked at Wei Long who seemed to be worried and smiled and said, "Senior Immortal, what is your name? What about the Taoist name? It must be a honorary name, right?"

Wei Long chuckled and said, "I am not a great immortal. My name is Wei Long, and my Taoist name is Hunyuanzi. As for the title of honor, there is no one. You don't have to call me senior, call me brother!"

Qingfeng seemed a little embarrassed, and he twisted for a long time before calling softly: "Brother Wei..." and he overlapped with the Park Suanzi who was calm and only half of his words again. Wei Long's questions seemed to have dissipated a little, as if this was quite interesting.

Wei Long laughed wildly, stepped on the void and flew towards Wangxian City. The breeze was unclear, so why Wei Long always laughed inexplicably. Looking at Wei Long, who was a fairy-like style, looked at himself and muttered: "It's amazing to fly. If I weren't afraid of consuming my true energy too much, I would fly. If I had a flying sword, I could fly!"

There were two Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the city gate. Seeing Wei Long's vast and vast true energy fluctuations, they dared not stop them. Anyway, the city was just defending monsters and spies, and human cultivators were all in and out casually. When they saw the nerdy and treacherous Qingfeng behind them, the two guards sneered.

"Oh, isn't this our Qingfeng Immortal? How many people have you cursed to death this time?"

"I heard that you didn't curse the seven people from the Sanhe Sect to death, why are you still coming back alive? This time they went out with a cultivator in the Condensation Stage. You didn't get chased and dared to return to Wangxian City?"

"That's right, get out quickly. We brothers kindly pretend that we didn't see you. Don't look back at the fairy city. Save you to curse a few more people!"

He heard the words as if he was thinking about Qingfeng, but he looked like he was avoiding like a snake and scorpion. He seemed to be like a bad luck when he saw Qingfeng. Qingfeng's lips were trembling, but he was no match for the two guards at all. Although his cultivation was similar, he was so depressed that he didn't even have a flying sword, so he could fight with others. Besides, this was the guard of Wangxian City.

Wei Long suddenly stopped, turned his head, and said lightly to Qingfeng: "Why are you still standing there? I have a lot of things to ask you!"

Qingfeng was suddenly stunned, looked at Wei Long, and grinned and shouted, "Here, Brother Wei!"

The two guards' expressions changed slightly, and they all blocked Qingfeng's faces. The smiles on their faces completely faded. They shouted to Qingfeng: "You have cursed the seven Nascent Soul cultivators of the Sanhe Sect to death. The Sanhe Sect has already reported them to the city lord. The city lord is kind and it is already a huge favor for you. Don't you know how to do it!"

"The city lord ordered you not to enter Wangxian City again. If you are going further, don't blame us brothers for being ruthless!"

Wei Long's lilac pupil suddenly flashed a light. In this chaotic place, it is not allowed to enter Wangxian City. With Qingfeng's cultivation level, it will sooner or later turn into the feces of monsters. This shitty city lord will have more. He will kill people without blood. Wei Long shook his right hand and said again: "What are you still being stunned there?"

Qingfeng looked at Wei Long and then looked at the two guards. At some point, the two guards froze in place as if they were immobilized, with their eyes full of anger and fear. Qingfeng suddenly realized, smiled and walked to Wei Long by the two guards.

Wei Long left a sentence: "A bunch of idiots!" and turned around and left, leaving behind the two guards who were set in place.

Qingfeng led the way ahead, and soon took Wei Long to a restaurant and found a secluded corner casually. Wei Long waved his hand and set up a silent restriction and spoke: "You are practicing divination? Don't you know that just revealing the information obtained from divination to others will cause you trouble?"

Qingfeng widened his eyes and looked at Wei Long, as if he was saying why you knew again. After pausing for a moment, he said a little depressedly: "At the beginning, my cultivation level improved very quickly. I didn't take any pills. I practiced to the Nascent Soul stage in just over ten years. However, the fortune teller could only calculate whether the man had a bloody disaster. Moreover, his cultivation level could not be much higher than me, but no one believed me. Sometimes it was not accurate. Wei Long made a special compass, and I don't even have a flying sword now..."

Wei Long laughed softly. Unexpectedly, Mr. Bao Pu, who could say a word in the future, would make all the masters of Baolong Kingdom run over happily, is now so depressed. He reached out to touch the table and then a flying sword of spiritual weapon level appeared out of thin air, attack magic weapons, defensive magic weapons, and jade bottles.

Wei Long pointed to those things and said, "I can't use them anyway, I'll give them to you, it's just right for you to use now!"

Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand to stuff all the things into his storage bag. He looked at Wei Long with a little embarrassed look. Wei Long smiled secretly, but felt that in ten thousand years, no one would remember that the famous Mr. Bao Pu had been so down and out.

"Tell me about the situation here, just Wangxian City and Namo battlefield, what's going on?" Wei Long changed the subject at the right time and never mentioned the matter of magic weapons and pills again.

The excitement in Qingfeng's eyes had not yet dissipated. He first stood up and bowed to Wei Long and said solemnly: "Thank you Brother Wei! When I become rich, I will repay you well!" Then he sat down and pondered for a while, and said to Wei Long: "I don't know when it started. Anyway, since I remember, the battle between the monks and the demon clan has never stopped. This place has gradually become a battlefield. Whether it is immortal cultivators or demon cultivators, they will come here to wander around. When they encounter monsters, they will kill them, take their demon pills, and collect the materials on the monsters. The monsters can't be killed. There are also some high-level demon cultivators or monsters who will come here. When they meet monks, they will start attacking, and after they kill, they will leave, and finally it becomes such a situation."

"There are no more mortals within 100,000 miles of Wangxian City, and it has completely become a battlefield for both sides to fight. As for when the name of Namo battlefield was called, I don't know. Recently, a hundred years of cultivators seem to have the upper hand, so I built a city here. As a place where monks rest, all sects will continue to send disciples to come here to experience and resist monsters in the south. I don't know other places. There are no sects in the battlefield in Nanwu. The cultivators who come are sent by surrounding sects or scattered cultivators who come to hunt monsters. Anyway, the conflicts between the two sides are constantly occurring, and the enemies they make are getting bigger and bigger."

After an hour passed, Wei Long roughly understood what the situation was like in Luncangxing. Most sects of Baolong Kingdom were like ten thousand years later. The Tiansha Sect, Xiantai Sect, and Ulan Sect in Tianjing Desert were still sects in the Baolong Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation Alliance, and Wei Long finally knew why this Immortal Cultivation Alliance was established.

Even if Wei Long confronts the conflict with the demon clan, the four major sects of Demon Dao are still Demon Slayer, Demon Hate, Demon Sect, Phantom Demon Sect, and The Vision Chasing Tower. As Wei Long thought, it is now an assassination sect, specializing in various assassination tasks. I think it will slowly move underground or be cleansed in the future.

To the south of Baolong Kingdom is a huge battlefield of tens of thousands of miles, or a place to resolve conflicts between the two sides. There is no Nanwu Kingdom, only the Nanwu battlefield, and to the south is Daxiyun, the base camp of the demon clan and the tomb of the monks.

Moreover, I have never heard of the Void Immortal Palace. Experts from the God Transformation Stage often appear. Even young monks like Qingfeng know the existence of scattered immortals. This is an era where many masters emerge. After the conversation, Wei Long made a remark.

Just as Wei Long was about to ask some more questions, a sharp scream suddenly came from the sky above Wangxian City. After a moment, a voice came slowly: "Note that a level 17 demon cultivator led tens of thousands of monsters to appear, and he met the enemy on his own. All the hunting gains belong to him or can be sold to Wangxian City. The disciples of various sects who have experienced it are on the level and number of monsters killed! The hunting gains can also be exchanged for various magic weapons, flying swords, elixirs, talismans, and spirit stones in Wangxian City."

Wei Long frowned slightly. This place has almost become a place where junior disciples of major sects have gained popularity. However, the place where Wei Long appears can be regarded as Wei Long's hometown. If others fight at home, they will feel that it is nothing strange.

Qingfeng stood up, looked at Wei Long, and said nervously: "Brother Wei, aren't we going? Since the monks gained the upper hand, I haven't seen so many monsters appear for a long time. As long as I hunt two fourth-level monsters, I will earn enough spirit stones for me to go out for a year!"

Wei Long looked at Qingfeng with a complicated expression. Did Mr. Baopu, ten thousand years later, fight for a few spirit stones? If Wei Long did not appear this time, this time would probably be the time when Qingfeng died. At least this was the first time that Wei Long felt relieved after coming to this era.

Seeing Wei Long still sitting there motionless, Qingfeng said in surprise: "Brother Wei, why don't you move? Go away quickly, let others take it first if you don't leave. I know you definitely don't care about such a little spirit stone, but you can't sit in the air. Your cultivation level is high. As long as you hunt one or two fifth-level or sixth-level monsters, you can definitely get a bottle of high-level spirit pill. Last time I heard that a master in the Gang Refining Stage exchanged a sixth-level wind wolf's demon pill for a sixth-level healing pill!"

Wei Long suddenly felt a sense of sorrow. This was the Park Suanzi of his youth. He could stand at the top of Baolong Kingdom and even the entire Luncang star to look down at Mr. Baopu below, the one who seemed to know everything.

In an instant, Wei Long's mentality changed by 180 degrees. It seemed inevitable to come here, but he was not very repulsive. What he wanted to do was to choose. Knowing fate, accepting fate, and knowing fate is one thing, but whether to accept fate or not is another thing.
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