To the west of the Western Buddha Land is the Far West. There are many ancient areas in the world that have not yet been explored. The Far West is such a place.
Unknown ancient territories are generally extremely dangerous. There are ancient ruins there, there are terrifying killing places, and all kinds of dangers and dangers are enough to destroy anything that enters them.
However, even though they know that the unknown ancient regions contain all kinds of unimaginable dangers, some people still continue to venture into these places to explore the unknown secrets.
On a sunny morning, a small group of people walked out from the Buddha's land along the rugged mountain road. This was not a group of ordinary people, but a small group of monks.
There were six men and three women, each of whom had a magic bag or storage bag hanging on their waist, and various strange weapons pinned to their bodies.
In addition to magic weapons, monks can also refine weapons. The weapons of monks, like magic weapons, also possess extremely powerful power.
After leaving the scope of the Western Buddha Land, the weather became a little abnormal. The sky in front of us was groggy, which made people feel an inexplicable depression.
This small group of monks did not fly in the air. It seemed that there was no peerless master in the realm of flying in the air. The monk leading the way was an old man with gray hair, dark skin, and full of wind and frost.
This old man's cultivation level is not the highest among the monks in this team. Among the six men, in addition to the old man, there are three middle-aged monks and two young monks.
As for the other three female monks, one is a gorgeous middle-aged woman wearing a white dress, and the other two are young women wearing black clothes.
There are no roads in the barren forests and mountains. The far west is sparsely populated, and only the figures of monks occasionally appear between the barren mountains and woods.
The old man leading the way seemed to be very familiar with the area. He kept walking forward, neither slowly nor quickly, as if he didn't think at all.
After traveling for hundreds of miles through wild forests and mountains, this group of monks came to a plateau. The old man waved for everyone to stop.
"Mr. Shang, what's wrong!" A middle-aged monk in green clothes with a somewhat immortal air asked loudly.
The old man looked at the quiet area in front of him, touched his chin, and then said: "We can't go forward, we have to take a detour."
"What?"
Everyone felt a bit stunned and surprised. What was ahead was just a peaceful and devoid of dangers. Wouldn't it be enough to just walk through it? Why take a detour?
A large area of land lies across the path of everyone's progress. It would take a lot of time to get around such a large area with no end in sight.
"Mr. Shang, there are only a few days until the next full moon night. Can we reach that ancient battlefield?" Another middle-aged monk asked, he was a little worried.
The old man thought for a while, then raised his head and said: "We should be able to arrive on a full moon night, but we must leave that ancient territory before nightfall, otherwise..."
The old man did not say any more, but a look of horror appeared on his face.
"Otherwise, what would happen?" Everyone was startled when they heard the words, and at the same time they were moved. The wild ancient land was full of murderous intentions. Even the most powerful people with magical powers and unparalleled magical powers were unwilling to go deep into it.
Although they wanted to enter the ancient battlefield in the Far West due to various reasons, it did not mean that they were willing to go there and die.
The old man's deep gaze swept across everyone's faces, and he did not answer. However, after everyone was swept by his gaze, they felt a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts.
"Let's go!" The old man led the way and was about to walk along the land.
However, just as the old man moved forward, the two young monks in the team showed disapproval and walked directly into the territory.
"You..." the old man looked at the two young monks who entered the territory in horror, "If you want to die, don't hurt us."
The old man shouted loudly at the two young monks who entered the territory. He was extremely excited. In the extreme west, there are dangers everywhere, and some places must not be entered.
The old man sensed that there was something unusual about the territory in front of him, so he decided to take a detour. However, the two young monks were not afraid of tigers, but they did not believe in evil.
"Mr. Shang, they say you are a geographical ghost from the far west, why are you so timid?" The two young monks had already entered the territory of Baizhang, and then turned around and said to the old man.
"How unreasonable..." The old man was so excited that his voice trembled.
"Look, haven't we entered the territory? Nothing happened. I think we should just walk through the territory." One of the young monks standing in front of the forest said.
"Mr. Shang... I see..." One of the black, middle-aged monks who had been silent for a long time hesitated to speak. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be moved.
Everyone knows that walking through the area in front will save a lot of time. There are not many days left until the next full moon night.
The ancient battlefield in the far west will turn into a terrifying place on a full moon night, just like hell descending on the world. Gods enter and gods die, Buddhas enter and destroy Buddhas, and demons enter and kill demons. No one can survive from the full moon night.
I have come out of the ancient battlefield.
Time was running out, and everyone was eager to give it a try. However, the old man surnamed Shang, who led the team, had a weathered black face that darkened. His face, which was already dark, was now even darker than the bottom of a pot.
"If you want to die, I will never stop you. Let's just say goodbye. I don't want any reward!" After saying that, the old man handed over his hands to everyone, turned around and left.
"Mr. Shang, wait a moment."
"Mr. Shang, please don't be angry!"
"You two guys, why don't you come out and apologize to Mr. Shang?"
When everyone saw that the old man was about to leave, they couldn't help but panic. You must know that this old Shang is one of the few people in the Buddhist land who is willing to take the risk to enter the ancient battlefield and has extremely rich experience.
It is difficult to attract such people even if they are willing to spend a lot of money.
White clothes were flying, and the middle-aged woman flew forward like a cloud of smoke, stopped Mr. Shang who was about to leave, and said to Mr. Shang with a smile: "Mr. Shang, please be patient, everything can be discussed.
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The old man raised his head and glanced at the woman who stopped him in front of him, and said: "It's not that I don't want to give Yao Fairy face, but if they act like this, they will kill us all sooner or later!"
The old man's words were extremely solemn.
"Tch, isn't he a bad old man? He's also a casual cultivator, why are you dragging him?" The two young monks who entered the territory muttered with disdain.
However, they did not dare to be too presumptuous under the eyes of everyone who could kill. After a moment's hesitation, the two of them began to walk out.
However, just as the two young monks started to walk back and took the first step, with a sound of "Swipe!", the void in front of them seemed to suddenly open a hole, swallowing them up all at once.
Without any warning, the young monk disappeared in an instant.
"Ugh!"
"Save us!"
The next moment, two blood-curdling exclamations and screams were heard from deep within the territory. Judging from the sounds, they were those two young monks.
Everyone's faces turned extremely pale in an instant. They never expected that the two young monks would suddenly be teleported deep into the territory by an unpredictable force.
"Whoosh!"
Everyone hurriedly retreated back, not daring to approach the territory in front of them. No one could believe that the seemingly peaceful territory was actually full of danger.
It seems that this territory can only be entered but not exited. It is okay to go in, but as long as you take a step back, you will be teleported into the depths of the territory instantly.
Soon, the shrill screams coming from the depths of the territory completely disappeared, and no one knew what danger the two young monks encountered deep in the territory.
However, everyone is certain of one thing, and that is the fate of the two young monks.
"This..." The middle-aged woman looked at the field ahead with a horrified expression.
"This... is only on the outskirts of the ancient battlefield..." The black middle-aged monk had a trace of cold sweat on his temples. He was secretly glad that if he stepped into that territory...
"This is the land of the far west. It is dangerous everywhere. If you are not careful, you will lose your life." Mr. Shang said in a trembling voice, with a look of horror on his face.
"Rumble..."
At this time, there was a sound from the depths of the land that sounded like thousands of horses galloping, or like thunder rolling down from the sky. Everyone was shocked and inexplicable, and everyone felt the vibration coming from under their feet.
"Let's go!" The old man was the first to turn around and run back. His magic power came out of his body, forming a bright spiritual light, like a bolt of lightning passing across the ground.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Everyone was moved, and turned around and followed the old man, running back like flying. The middle-aged woman in white opened her mouth and spit out a yellow flying sword, jumped into the air, stepped on the flying sword, and flew away in the air.
Like Shenhong Jingtian, the middle-aged woman quickly surpassed everyone and caught up behind the old man.
The three middle-aged monks obviously came from different forces. Every time the black middle-aged monk took a step, there was powerful magic under his feet, and he could vaguely see runes dissipating under his feet.
The other two middle-aged monks also showed off their magical powers, running as fast as wind and lightning through the forest and mountains, no slower than the black middle-aged monk.
After running for dozens of miles, everyone stopped, then turned around and looked back. The sky and the earth in front of them had all changed. There were dark clouds, and the terrifying lightning flashed in the dark clouds, as if a terrifying devil had been awakened.
Same thing.
"Rumble..."
The world shook, and a terrifying aura that made everyone's heart palpitate came from the front. At this moment, the mountains and forests were completely silent, and all sounds seemed to have disappeared.
"There has been a sudden change in the world... It was an extremely dangerous place..." the old man said in horror.