How large an area does this occupy, and how powerful must the deceased have been during his lifetime?
"The master of this dead soul world is naturally the master of the forty-ninth battlefield. It is precisely because of his death that this battlefield was born, and the largest dead soul world was formed in the core area."
"Almost every battlefield is like this. It seems like this is your first time entering an ancient battlefield?"
After seeing the large and small sacks, the monk's attitude softened significantly. It was already obvious what the contents of the sack were. They were either monsters or monks.
The young man in front of me is not easy to mess with.
"Not bad, brother, can you give me some advice?"
Li Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Brother, just keep an eye on the movements of the elders of the major forces. As long as they go in, we can follow them. If they don't move a step, we can't enter them even if they tell the truth."
"This is an unchanging iron rule in all major battlefields. As long as you keep this rule in mind, you will basically not die in the first batch."
The monk said.
This is an experience that everyone in the ancient battlefield knows. Every disciple knows it and will tell each other, but the elders alone will not mention it at all. This is their way of deceiving cannon fodder. If they say they will leave, who will be willing to do so?
Working hard?
"The monks in the major areas are hostile to each other, and it is normal for them to trap and kill their teammates."
"Brother, your knowledge is really broad. I think you are the same person. Why don't we work together and make a fortune together?"
Li Xiaobai said cheerfully.
"No, no, I like someone!"
The monk unconsciously glanced at the large and small bags on the golden chariot, waved his hands and refused. He had a hunch that if he nodded and agreed, he might become part of those sacks.
Just as he finished speaking, the elders at the front of the team suddenly stood up and roared.
"The ban has been removed!"
"Comrades in the domain, follow me and rush to kill. The rare treasures in the Dead Soul Realm are first come, first served. Don't let other monks in the domain get it!"
"Push it to me!"
The speaker was an old man, his cheeks were red, his expression was uplifting, and he raised his arms with a powerful breath that made many monks feel their blood boiling.
But his steps did not move a step, his words were impassioned, but his body was honest.
"Fuck!"
"The restriction has been removed, brothers, kill it!"
"Treasures must never fall into the hands of outside monks!"
"kill!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, tens of thousands of high-level disciples immediately took to the sky in their Escape Lights and headed straight for the mountains.
Seeing this situation, more and more monks joined the team, and almost all the monks and disciples rushed towards the top of the mountain.
Li Xiaobai did not move. He found that the elders of the group were motionless and steady as Mount Tai. Moreover, the group of senior disciples who clamored for the most joy at the beginning were unexpectedly overtaken by the ordinary disciples behind them.
In just a few breaths, all the powerful monks stopped and fell to the ground. On the contrary, those with low cultivation rushed towards the Dead Soul Realm with all their strength.
"It's all a routine!"
Li Xiaobai sighed in his heart. Seeing how these people had no communication during the entire process but yet had such a tacit understanding, it seemed that they were habitual offenders.
The elder shouted, and the senior disciples led the team, immediately deceiving the ordinary disciples.
This is the first time for everyone to enter the 49th battlefield. No one can tell what the situation is inside, let alone the huge Dead Soul Realm in front of us at the moment. We need to let the cannon fodder explore the way first.
There was no restrictive protection set up outside the mountain. The monks poured into the mountain without any hindrance and then disappeared without a trace.
The outside monks were unable to explore the internal situation, and each one cautiously began to explore inside.
Looking at the heads all over the mountains and plains, Li Xiaobai had the urge to use them immediately. These were all money bags. If he took them all, he would be able to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
But now is not the time. The elders need disciples to take the lead as cannon fodder. Why doesn't he need cannon fodder? Someone has to explore the way first, otherwise something will pop up in the dead soul world. With his extraordinary third-level cultivation, it is not certain
Can resist it.
He tightened the sack at hand, and the golden chariot turned into a stream of light and followed him.
From the outside, the Realm of Dead Souls looks like a mountain, but when you actually enter, you realize that it is just a blindfold. There are ripples in the void, and Li Xiaobai rushes into a dark void without being blocked.
I couldn't see my fingers and couldn't see the crowd, but there was a lot of noise in my ears.
"This is inside the Dead Soul Realm!"
"What's the internal structure? Why is there no light? Whoever has fire, lend me a fire!"
"Without cultivation, you can't use your magical powers, and you can't light a fire!"
"Where are the elders and senior brothers? Didn't they rush in with us? Why are they missing?"
The monks talked to each other, feeling frightened and uneasy about the unfamiliar environment.
Li Xiaobai thought for a while, then took out a talisman and lit it, and the hot light source instantly illuminated the surroundings.
This is a tower structure, with layers going up and surrounded by walls. Everyone is now on a huge arena, with strange runes imprinted on it, showing the ancient atmosphere of its years.
"It seems like there's not much oil or water!"
Li Xiaobai looked around and saw a large area of darkness, all covered with stone walls. This should be a training room, and there was no trace of treasures.
"Who is this and why can I use the talisman?"
"Isn't his cultivation suppressed? Could it be that this is a powerful senior who can still cast talismans even if his cultivation is suppressed?"
"Or maybe because of the special power of his bloodline, he might be able to have this magical effect!"
Before Li Xiaobai opened his mouth, monks from all around came rushing over.
In this unfamiliar place, whoever has the light is the boss, and the existence that can shine in the 49th battlefield is absolutely terrifying!
"Senior, may I ask your surname and which region you come from?"
"I'm willing to follow you!"
The monks asked.
"Hmph, how can you know my name?"
"But because you are the first offender, I will spare your life. Remember, my name is Zhang San!"
"If you want to get rich, just come here; if you want to die, just stay where you are!"
Li Xiaobai snorted coldly and said with an indifferent expression.
With a flick of his sleeves, he walked towards a gate. He put on a new mask and assumed the pseudonym Zhang San. No one could recognize him anymore.
"yes!"
"It turns out to be Senior Zhang San!"
"Follow Senior Zhang San, Senior Zhang San will shine!"