The ancient battlefield is vast and boundless. In the outer areas, disciples from the five major states are slowly advancing, hoping to collide with their own opportunities.
Because this battlefield is so huge, countless supreme powerhouses have been buried, and it is said that several emperor-level figures have died.
As for the origin of this battlefield, it has long been impossible to trace it. It was so long ago that there is no record of it.
On the outskirts of the battlefield millions of miles away, a young man wearing a black robe was holding a person in his hand. This person was Gao Yuanshan, the young master of Yuzhou's superpower Shen Fist Sect.
There were three corpses lying behind him, and the blood flowing out was still hot, so they had obviously died not long ago.
At this time, Gao Yuanshan looked at the person in front of him in horror, trembling and said, "Ye Yang, please let me go, I am willing to pay any price."
The person holding his neck was Ye Yang. He sneered and said, "I'm not interested. You actually revealed the whereabouts of Tianyuan disciples to the people of Zifeng Holy Land. You should die ten thousand times."
"Don't be afraid. Zhou Yue from Heqing Valley and Zheng De'an from Aoyun Peak are already waiting for you below. You won't be lonely. There is no need to thank me." After Ye Yang finished speaking, he exerted force on Gao Yuanshan's neck.
Crush it off and fall softly to the ground.
Ye Yang stretched out his hand to take the long sword in his hand, only to see the cold light flashing, the air-conditioning was overwhelming, and it exuded a terrifying pressure.
"It's true that the ancestral weapon is powerful, but unfortunately at your level, holding it is a waste. I'll keep it for you." Ye Yang put away the long sword without ceremony.
Without even looking at the people on the ground, he turned around and left. This was the seventh wave of people Ye Yang had killed.
Three of the waves were from the Monster Clan, and there was one from the Purple Wind Holy Land. The rest were young master-level figures from Aoyun Peak, He Qinggu and the Divine Fist Sect.
These guys were so despicable, knowing that they had a big grudge against Zifeng Holy Land, they actually revealed the whereabouts of Jiu Ming Tian Yuan's disciples to them. Fortunately, even if Ye Yang felt it, otherwise, no one in the four-person team would have survived.
In anger, Ye Yang stopped looking for Huang Wuya and directly searched for their whereabouts, spending several days killing them one by one.
After these few days of fighting, the energy in Ye Yang's body has reached a critical point and will explode at any time, breaking through to the half-step sect master level.
But Ye Yang tasted the sweetness of the breakthrough after the last oppression, and suppressed his cultivation stubbornly, but refused to break through.
More than a month has passed now. Most of the disciples from the five states have entered the ancient battlefield. Ye Yang couldn't help but delay and headed inside.
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Ye Yang's appearance caused a great sensation among people, and it has overshadowed the man in purple because too many people were looking for him.
At first, Ye Yang disappeared. Many people thought that Ye Yang had died, which made many people who were optimistic about Ye Yang disappointed.
Because Ye Yang's performance in front of the ancient teleportation array was so strong, and his scornful aura made everyone remember him and the black-robed young man whose cultivation was only that of an emperor.
While many people were feeling sorry for him, Ye Yang suddenly appeared and killed the disciples of three tribes and one saint in a few days, causing an uproar immediately. This guy really didn't stop.
At the same time, Ye Yang's appearance also reassured those who cared about him. At least this guy was still alive and kicking.
It's just that as everyone entered the vast and boundless battlefield, they were all scattered. In some places, there was no expedition team for tens of thousands of miles, and the news was only limited to the outer part.
In an empty desert millions of miles deep into the battlefield, a shocking battle is taking place, and two figures are colliding fiercely.
"Boom boom boom"
The continuous explosions caused the sky and the earth to change color, the space trembled, and the terrifying wind shook the land thousands of miles around them into a large crater.
"Bang"
There was another explosion, and the two figures slowly separated. One figure had a long knife in his hand, like snow, and said with a solemn expression, "Ao Wuming is indeed worthy of his reputation, he is unparalleled in strength."
Ao Wuming, who was holding a Fangtian painted halberd, stood tall like an invincible god of war. He looked at his opponent and said, "You Ren Tianxiong is not bad, but I don't know which one of us is stronger."
"Why do you keep chasing me?" Ren Tianxiong asked.
"Because I feel your intention to kill my brother." Ao Wuming looked at him coldly.
"Haha, yes, that kid is very strange. I really want to try him, but there are so many people who want to kill him, why do you just chase me?" Ren Tianxiong was a little confused.
"Because I think you are the biggest threat. As for other people, even if my brother is defeated, he can still protect himself."
Ren Tianxiong sneered and said, "You are quite confident in that boy, but do you think you can keep me?"
"I want to try it," Ao Wuming pointed at Fang Tian's painted halberd and looked at Ren Tianxiong.
"Hahaha, I, Ren Tianxiong, have never been defeated in my life, so let's have a good fight and see who can get out of here alive." Ren Tianxiong's long sword shook, and he struck at Ao Wuming with the intention of killing the sky.
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"I heard that for half a month, in the Blood Wasteland, someone saw the two holy sons fighting from a distance. The earth was shaking and the sun and the moon were dim."
"I've also heard that even the earth is about to sink. I heard that even the power of the ancestral weapons has been activated."
"Someone once saw those two figures from a distance and recognized one of them as Ren Tianxiong, the Holy Son of Morning Star Holy Land, while the other one was holding a Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand, but because it was too far away, he didn't recognize who it was."
"Let's go, many people have already rushed over. Let's go and take a look. I heard that there are two people's fighting will left inside. Maybe we can learn something about it."
After hearing the news, some young disciples rushed to the Blood Wasteland.
The Blood Wasteland is located on the edge of the ancient battlefield, but it already belongs to the scope of the ancient battlefield and is no longer part of the periphery.
The earth here is a dark red color. It is said that it was dyed red because of the blood of the ancient great powers. It has remained unchanged for eternity.
A young man in a black robe, after hearing the discussion of several people, murmured, "Brother Wuming, are you doing this to attract attention to me?"
This person was Ye Yang. After hearing the news, his first reaction was that Ao Wuming was distracting others and at the same time deterring some forces.
After all, everyone knew about Ye Yang's relationship with him, and he wanted to tell others that anyone who dared to touch Ye Yang would be his enemy.
Ye Yang couldn't help but worry about Ao Wuming, because he once admitted that he was not sure he could beat Ren Tianxiong. Ye Yang had also experienced Ren Tianxiong's terrifying sword intent, which was indeed too powerful.
Ye Yang no longer hesitated, raised his legs and walked towards the bloody wasteland in their mouths. After half a day, Ye Yang finally arrived at the place they mentioned.
After arriving, the land with a radius of thousands of miles had been reduced to ruins, with ravines and ravines, but the terrifying pressure still remained.
The most frightening thing is that the terrifying will to fight remains here, which is a kind of mental oppression, and the cultivation reaches an ultimate release.
At this time, there were thousands of people standing in front of the ruins. Many people came here to understand their martial arts will, hoping that through confirmation, they could take a step forward.
More than half of them are knife users, which shows how sensational Ren Tianxiong's name is. There are almost no knife users in the five major states who don't know his name.
Ye Yang felt a sharp sword intent from the battlefield. He had felt it before, and he was sure that one of them was Ren Tianxiong.
The other arrogant and scornful will was Ao Wuming's, and Ye Yang was more familiar with this will.
Everyone stopped a thousand miles away from the center of the battlefield, because they couldn't stand it any longer.
Because there is not only the will of the two of them, but also the pressure left when the ancestor weapon is activated. That kind of tyrannical fluctuation is not something ordinary people can resist.
Just now, a few unconvinced people approached the center of the battlefield. They had barely traveled a hundred miles when they were shocked to death by the terrifying pressure.
Ye Yang ignored these and slowly moved towards the center of the battlefield. Ye Yang's actions immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Tsk, there is another saint-level fighting place that is not afraid of death. Can you, a little emperor, get close to it?" Someone discovered Ye Yang and felt the fluctuations in his cultivation. He showed no disdain.
cover up.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the people around him exclaimed, "He really has the cultivation level of an emperor. It seems that among the 200,000 people we entered the battlefield, only one person has the cultivation level of an emperor."
"If I'm not mistaken, he seems to be the legendary figure - Ye Yang." Someone guessed Ye Yang's identity.
"It is indeed him. I saw him outside the teleportation formation. I heard that he has been very tyrannical these days and killed many disciples of big forces along the way."
"Tch, isn't it because the top forces are in the front that he dares to kill the younger brother in the back?" Suddenly someone who couldn't stand Ye Yang sneered.
Nowadays, the top figures of the big forces have begun to move deeper into the ancient battlefield, and those who have just entered the Blood Wasteland are some disciples with weak cultivation.
Now that Ye Yang appeared, although he killed some disciples from big forces, they were all relatively weak, so some people were dissatisfied and thought that Ye Yang was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.
"Cut whatever you want. If you don't accept it, why don't you kill the Holy Land disciples and show us? Don't stand and talk without pain." The man's words immediately aroused dissatisfaction among some people.
They are also small forces, with the same status as Ye Yang. Now Ye Yang mercilessly kills the Holy Land disciples, which makes these small forces who are often oppressed very happy. When they see someone mocking Ye Yang, they all come forward one after another.
The man's face suddenly turned red from stimulation, but when he saw a group of people glaring at him, he didn't dare to make a move. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Ye Yang's appearance caused a commotion among countless people. Even some people who had only heard of Ye Yang's name but had never seen him finally saw the legendary figure.
Ignoring the commotion outside, Ye Yang slowly walked towards the center of the battlefield. When he was about five hundred miles away from the center of the battlefield, a tyrannical pressure hit Ye Yang. (To be continued)