It has always been dangerous inside. It is common for half of the people to die. Even if someone kills other sect disciples or fellow sect members, who would know?
Dead people cannot speak.
The ancient battlefield is divided into several pieces, and more than one place can be entered. All the sects choose to enter nearby. Otherwise, all the sects in the spiritual world would not be as harmonious as they are now if they gather in one place.
In addition, there was a group of noisy but extremely large monks sitting around scatteredly.
They are monks who learned about the opening of the ancient battlefield and came to seek opportunities.
The ancient battlefield does not restrict entry to others. Many sects will even cooperate with these monks to search for treasures from the battlefield on their behalf and exchange them for items.
Of course, they live and die according to their destiny.
In the Immortal Taizong District, twenty-nine Qi Refining Realm disciples from the outer and inner sects wearing light blue robes were all present. The leader, Elder Yunjian, sat sideways on a bright moon wheel, wearing three thousand blue silk shawls.
Only Musu didn't arrive.
Not far from Xianling Taizong is Taixu Palace, where there are registered disciples wearing dark blue robes.
Sword cultivation is popular in Taixu Palace. Therefore, many disciples carry a long sword slung behind their backs.
As the main sect of the Immortal Spirit Tai Sect, the two sects are naturally like one body. Even if there is a fight, it is a conflict between the disciples. Therefore, many disciples sit together and exchange each other's skills and experiences.
It was the leader of Taixu Palace: an old woman who seemed to have a conflict with Yun Jian. She looked at Yun Jian from time to time and then snorted heavily.
If Mu Su were here, he would have a wretched smile and a mean mouth, which would be Yun Jian's romantic debt.
In the corner of Qingtian Broken Mountain, from time to time, other sect leaders, elders and disciples would descend from the sky to find an open space to rest and wait.
The disciples of Taizong of the Immortal Spirit were a little jealous when they saw it. They had been trained as masters by Elder Yunjian, and they had traveled thousands of miles each. They were not as relaxed and happy as they were.
Suddenly, they heard a pleasant chirp of a crane. Everyone looked up and saw a crane flying from the sky. They didn't realize it at first sight, but when they got closer, the crane's wings spread out to a height of 12 or 30 feet. It was hanging in the sky like a cattail leaf, with dust under its body.
One clear.
The crane lowered slowly, hooked its claws and landed lightly on the ground. Then it lowered its body and dozens of figures jumped down from its back.
"The people from the Demon Slayer Sect have arrived."
"They suffered heavy losses in that decisive battle, and their energy has not recovered yet. The overall strength of the sect is low."
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but the foundation is still there. Even if you don't have the power to protect yourself, so what? Who in the spiritual world dares to take action against these meritorious sects."
There were some whispers around. The disciples of the Demon Slayer Sect, both male and female, had stern expressions. They sat down cross-legged and paid no attention to worldly matters.
Before the noise had dissipated, thunder roared from the sky. A heavy sword with a length of more than ten feet cut through the void and appeared above everyone in the blink of an eye.
"They're from Feilong Palace. There's going to be something fun to watch now."
"Feilong Temple and Immortal Spirit Taizong have deep grudges. Every time the battlefield opens, the two sects have attacked each other. I'm afraid they won't be able to do good this time."
Some comments about gloating about the misfortune and waiting for a good show spread from the surrounding monks.
"Xianling Taizong is a disciple of Taixu Palace. Feilong Palace behaves like this, so Taixu Palace just sits back and ignores it?" A young monk who was still new to the world asked curiously.
Someone kindly replied: "There is also the Dragon Emperor Garden behind the Feilong Palace. Neither of these two top sects in the world is stupid. It is a small conflict, so why do they intend to make it bigger? If the two sects go to war, I am afraid it will be those evil spirits from outside the territory who are laughing."
The blade of the sword blocked everyone's view. When no one was seen, heroic laughter spread from above: "Xianling Taizong really has no one, and he actually sent a mute to lead the team."
Many immortal Taizong disciples looked at him angrily. Elder Yunjian seemed not to have heard, and looked at the sky in the distance as if he had something on his mind.
The Feilong Hall disciples didn't come down, so they stood on their swords and waited.
An hour later, several more waves of people arrived one after another. There was not even half a stick of incense left before the ancient battlefield started.
"Why hasn't Lin Zhan come yet?" Han Yuanji frowned and said.
This place is located within the scope of the Immortal Taizong, so there is almost no danger.
"He has always acted without boundaries. Who knows where he is fooling around now." Lin Ao snorted from the side.
Han Yuanji gave him a strange look. Why did he feel that his tone was a little strange... was he overthinking it?
But that guy... Han Yuanji gritted his silver teeth, secretly hating him.
How dare you kick yourself... No! You have to hold him accountable!
……Um?
Um???
On top of the giant sword, a red-haired old man stood in the air, claiming to be the leader of the crowd: "Now that everyone is here, you can enter."
Immortal Spirit Taizong, as the leading disciple after entering the battlefield, a loyal-looking disciple named Liu Qi glanced at Elder Yunjian, and seeing that he had no desire to answer, he bit the bullet and handed over his hands and said: "I, Immortal Spirit Taizong, still have no one left..."
"You don't have the right to open your mouth." The red-haired old man snorted coldly and looked at him unkindly: "Your Immortal Spirit Emperor Taizong is quite arrogant. You asked me to wait for your younger brother -"
"If you can, go in first~"
A voice full of malicious teasing came from an angle.
Everyone looked around and saw a group of figures slowly appearing on the steep hillside.
"No..."
"It's too exaggerated!"
"This is...disciple...?"
"This guy……"
In the midst of the discussion, six muscular and bare-chested strong men appeared steadily with their chariots in broad strides. The light gauze curtains fluttered in the wind, and the girl's laughter echoed like silver bells.
In the chariot, a young man was lying on his back wearing a thin blanket, lying on the lap of the girl behind him. There was a thinly dressed girl tapping her calf at his feet.
A girl kneeling next to her peeled off the grape skin and stuffed it into the boy's mouth.
The young man's fingers gently slid over the young girl's fair face, causing a burst of sweet laughter, so happy.
Mu Su propped himself up and sat up, leaning in the girl's arms, and said lazily: "The toilet doesn't open, why are you waiting for someone to poop if you can't hold it in?"
Mu Su has the ability to associate everything with shit and piss.
The red-haired old man glanced at Mu Su indifferently. With his status, he would not be as familiar with Mu Su.
"He has sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, but I don't know how strong he is." Another cold voice sounded from the giant sword. The person who spoke had a feminine appearance, black lips, and eyes like poisonous snakes: "If you are unbearable, it will make you laugh."
"It's none of your business." Mu Su retorted, feeling a little inadequate, so he added: "Hermaphrodite."
"What did you say?" The feminine man's eyes narrowed like poisonous snakes. He usually hates people saying that he is feminine and prefers women.
Hermaphrodite is much worse than the word feminine.
"I said you are intersex." Mu Su straightened up and the blanket slipped from his shoulders. Mu Su spread his arms and let the girl behind him put on a white undershirt for him.
A trace of killing intent passed through the depths of his eyes. The feminine man took a deep look at Mu Su, then stepped back to the giant sword.
