The first thousand three hundred and ten chapters open the battlefield
Liu Qinghuan rejected the meeting invitation from the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance Elders Council, firstly because his status as Taoist leader required him to maintain a relatively neutral attitude, and secondly, because he felt it was meaningless.
War, stance, these things are meaningless. The confrontation between forces in the Mingshan Battlefield has been a cruel game from the beginning. The participants are immortal cultivators who seem to be superior in the eyes of mortals, and the game is a battle of blood and fire.
Liu Qinghuan didn't want to get too involved in it, so in the following days, he rarely had free time. What he did most every day was to look up at the sky.
The shadow of Mingshan Battlefield in the sky became clearer day by day, and the covering fog was quickly dispersing. On the morning of the fifth day when Liu Qinghuan arrived at Yuguang Tianque, the first mountain finally broke free from the fog.
The mountain is majestic and independent, with cliffs and cliffs intertwined with pine and stone, spring light and clouds lingering on the mountainside, and a thirteen-story pagoda standing impressively on the top of the mountain, with its towering spire pointing straight into the sky.
The entire Temple of Light was boiling with excitement. Mahayana monks walked out from various islands, looking up at the sky and talking with others.
"How come there is a tower?" Liu Qinghuan was also puzzled: "After every war season ends, wouldn't the Mingshan Battle Territory be completely turned upside down?"
Hearing that he was here, Xue Yi, who came to the door secretly, was only briefly surprised and said: "It's not impossible. I heard that many treasures in the battlefield are taken from those ownerless storage spaces. Maybe this
The tower is also the collection of some dead man."
Liu Qinghuan suddenly realized: "That's it."
Many monks will open a storage space of their own after becoming gods. This space is very safe and it is difficult for outsiders to rob the things in the space. However, people are prone to misfortune and good fortune, and monks are often on the verge of life and death.
Once a monk dies, it will be difficult for outsiders to open his storage space. After a certain number of years, the space will be unsealed, and the contents will be scattered back into the Three Thousand Worlds, waiting for the next destined person to discover them.
The treasures in this world are recycled in this way, and it can be regarded as another form of inheritance. The things you own now are only during your lifetime. After death, they will return to the earth and become someone else's. Unless you ascend to the fairy world and take all the things
take away.
The Mingshan Battlefield obviously has the ability to absorb treasures from the ownerless space. Otherwise, even if it is closed for thousands of years, it will not be able to breed so many heavenly materials, earthly treasures and various magic weapons.
"Now that a mountain is exposed, the fog will only dissipate faster and faster until the entire battlefield reappears." Xue Yi clapped his hands happily and said: "How about it, what are you thinking about, do you want to join forces with me again and enter the battlefield together?
Treasure hunt in the war zone?”
Liu Qinghuan glanced at him: "Farewell, I'm afraid you'll trick me."
"Have I ever tricked you?" Xue Yi blew his beard and glared.
"Have you ever been tricked? Back then in Baojing Palace..."
"Okay, okay, I understand!" Xue Yi quickly raised his hands in surrender: "You are always going to settle old scores. If you continue like this, this friend will not be able to continue."
Liu Qinghuan clicked his tongue: "By the way, what have you been doing all these years? You disappeared without a trace, and I can't even contact you."
"It won't work if I don't hide my whereabouts." Xue Yi said: "I have so many enemies. Although most of them are dead, they are not dead yet. It would be terrible if they knew that I am alive again. How different from you!"
He said in a sour tone: "The Eighteenth Mahayana Thunder Tribulation, the seventh Taoist leader in history, respected by thousands of people, the scenery is extremely..."
"Stop!" Liu Qinghuan said: "If you continue to be so arrogant, this friend will no longer be able to do anything."
Xue Yi was choked to the point of speechlessness and wiped his face: "You really don't want to join forces with me?"
Liu Qinghuan sighed: "It really can't be done. I have something I want to find. If we go together, we might delay each other."
"What are you looking for?" Xue Yiqi asked.
Liu Qinghuan can't say that he wants to find the Immortal Root of Creation, although he may not be able to find it in the Mingshan Battle Territory.
For this reason, he specially called Fu Bao back to his side.
"Nothing, just some flowers and plants."
Li Shan regretted: "Well, then I can only go alone. I don't trust other people's character and dare not go with them."
Liu Qinghuan: "Thank you for your trust?"
"You're welcome!" Xue Yi smiled with white teeth, picked up the wine bottle and poured: "Come on, let's drink! By the way, I heard that you were dealing with some overlapping matters between the two worlds before. It's okay now anyway, so why not say
Say it!"
The fact that the spaces between Wangchuan Guixi and Tianzhu Realm overlap has been spread among the Mahayana monks. It is not a secret, and Liu Qinghuan is not afraid to tell the other party.
He was a little worried. The news sent back by Taihao only said that the orbit was repaired fairly smoothly, and he didn't know if they could make it in time for the opening of the battlefield.
Now even Xue Yi has been attracted to show up, the Yuguangtian Palace is becoming more and more lively every day, and the fog shrouding the Mingshan Battlefield is also quickly dissipating.
After the first mountain, vast tracts of mountains, rivers and land appeared one after another, and on the thirteenth day, a mountain that was ten thousand feet high, shrouded in fairy aura, and shining with dazzling colorful lights appeared in everyone's sight.
On the day when the mountain appeared, there were exclamations one after another from the Yuguang Tianque.
"What's going on in that mountain? It's actually full of precious light!"
"Maybe it's composed of some kind of crystal ore? That's it. I'll go straight to it when the time comes. There are a lot of treasures hidden in this mountain!"
"Oh, I'm afraid you're not the only one who thinks this way, and we might have to fight over it."
"Fight if you fight, I will fight for the position!"
Many people hurried to the island where the entrance to the battlefield was located. However, when they arrived, they discovered that the front positions had long been occupied by those late Mahayana monks and monks with real power in Qingming and Jiuyou.
Liu Qinghuan was not in a hurry to go there. He was still waiting for news about the ghosts in Wangchuan River. It was not until the sixteenth day that Gui Bugui and the others finally arrived.
"Is everything taken care of?" Liu Qing welcomed him.
"Okay!" The Lord of Hell, the old man, walked at the front, but obviously had no intention of responding to his question: "Let's go to the front first."
The group of people hurriedly passed through the crowd, with Xun Lao leading the way and Taihao behind, so no one stepped forward to stop them.
Gui Bugui pulled Liu Qinghuan up and said with a smile, "That's right, I'll also take advantage of you."
Liu Qinghuan looked back and forth, said hello to Master Huang Long and Taoist Wei Zhang, and asked, "Why isn't General Pei here?"
It was rare for him to show his admiration when he returned home: "The general is not like ordinary people like us. He said that he was no longer a person in the world, so he would not participate in this grand event."
Liu Qinghuan was stunned and sighed: "Yes, we can't stand the illusion."
Soon, he had no time to sigh anymore, because as he got closer to the three-foot-high stone tablet, there were more and more people, almost giving people the illusion that the Mahayana realm was nothing special and could be reached by just practicing.
Liu Qinghuan saw many acquaintances. Taiqing, Daoxuan and other Qingming monks stood on the left side of the stone monument, showing him a friendly smile, while on the right side a group of Jiuyou people gathered. Wuyuan looked over with a cold look.
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Liu Qinghuan just ignored it, but before he could greet Taiqing and the others, he saw a huge beam of light descending from the shadow of the Mingshan Battlefield in the sky, landing right on the stone tablet.