While Meng Tianren clicked on the word "kill" one by one, he continued to use his skills to form a vast righteousness all over his body to resist the yin energy that filled the world.
Everyone was silent. They were all geniuses with a strong heritage. The genius battlefield only opened once every few hundred years. How could the major forces not know anything about the genius battlefield?
On the Tianjiao battlefield, in addition to the Tianjiao from different hostile forces and the local indigenous people, the most terrifying thing is the Tianjiao battlefield after nightfall.
After nightfall, the Tianjiao battlefield will be filled with a gloomy energy, and the Yin energy is mixed with the spiritual energy, and these black shadows are none other than the heroic spirits of the Tianjiao who died on the battlefield.
Although these dead geniuses have been dead for countless years, a trace of their gods has been imprinted on this world. Whenever night falls, they will be revived as the Yin Qi permeates the air.
These heroic spirits were already extremely powerful when they were alive, and many people were not inferior to them. After death, these people are very difficult to deal with even if they turn into heroic spirits.
The most important thing is that a trace of their gods is imprinted on this side of the world. Even if they are killed by one punch, they can be resurrected with the help of Yin Qi. It can be said that to a certain extent, they are immortal.
And if these people cannot escape the pursuit of these heroic spirits and eventually die here, then their final result will be reduced to one of these heroic spirits, tirelessly hunting down the talented people who come in from the outside.
It doesn't even need to be driven, just the strong energy and blood of these geniuses is already a gluttonous feast for these heroic spirits.
Some of these powerful heroic spirits devoured the essence and blood of the later geniuses, and their strength suddenly changed, becoming more and more powerful. They were even able to break free from the shackles of night and appear in the daytime. This is the most terrifying thing.
Therefore, no matter how they kill, they will feel that these heroic spirits are killing more and more, and there is even an endless feeling. The speed at which they kill cannot keep up with the speed at which these heroic spirits emerge.
This Tianjiao battlefield has been around for who knows how many years, and no one can count how many Tianjiao have died in it.
And all these geniuses turned into heroic spirits, and in the dark night, they began to reassemble their former bodies, and began to regard those future geniuses as the targets of hunting.
"No, we must find a city to settle down as soon as possible, otherwise, we will all die!"
Zi Buyu shouted loudly, and his whole body turned into a sea of purple thunder, and countless heroic spirits who approached were killed immediately.
However, not long after being bombarded, it was condensed again under the nourishment of Yin Qi.
They are almost endless and there is no way to kill them all.
It's just that these people are trapped here at this time, almost unable to move. Together, they can only fight their way out among more and more heroic spirits, but their movement speed is too slow.
Even with the richness of these people's magic power, there are some signs of weakness. They claim that their magic power is boundless, but after all, it is not boundless, but countless.
Even if he takes pills to restore his mana, there is no way to keep up with this staggering consumption.
Facing these talented heroes from their predecessors, none of these people dared to relax at all, and they all showed their trump cards.
Ordinary people usually have no chance to see them, but they can see them at this time. It is conceivable that these geniuses have been forced to a dead end.
You have to fight your way through this long night and hold on until dawn.
"There are too many, we can't leave at all!"
Hu Qingxuan said quickly, the red sleeves in her hands were already numb.
Suddenly, just when several people were about to despair, they clearly saw a bright light shining in the sky in the distance.
"There's hope, let's head over there quickly!"
Meng Potian said quickly, and several people looked at it one after another. Sure enough, there was a bright light in the distance. In this dark night, if you can see the bright light, it means that someone is there.
Without thinking, a few people crossed the sky, pierced through the talented heroes who were chasing after them, and finally arrived at this bright light after almost all their mana was consumed.
Then they saw something that almost shocked them.
It was in a desert, a pile of firewood was ignited in the cold wind. When the endless cold wind blew through the pile of firewood, it actually turned into a majestic force. Instead of burning the flames on the pile of firewood,
Even though it was extinguished, it turned into a majestic power and became the driving force for the burning of this pile of firewood.
Next to this pile of firewood, a man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged. Surrounded by countless heroic spirits, this man in Tsing Yi was actually meditating and practicing Qigong.
Everyone who saw this scene looked as if they had seen a ghost.
In the night under the control of such terrifying heroic spirits, almost everyone is struggling to survive. Even these powerful geniuses who are making waves outside are in a very embarrassed state under the siege of these heroic spirits.
Not far away from him, a black-scaled one-horned eagle about the size of a person was releasing a terrifying aura, sweeping towards a figure in front of him like a sea of blood.
In front of him was a man in his thirties, who was dressed in extremely simple and elegant clothes, with an ancient aura about him.
This man in his thirties holds a halberd and possesses great power in every move he makes. This man is different from ordinary heroic spirits.
Generally speaking, heroic spirits are illusory, and their auras are also messy.
But the face of this heroic spirit has sharp edges and corners, and it can be seen that it is a human face, which is exactly what this heroic spirit looked like when he was alive.
Wearing a suit of gray-white chain armor combined with the overwhelming Yin Qi, his strength is probably not much worse than what it was before he was alive.
This heroic spirit wearing chainmail carried a long halberd and kept attacking the black-scaled one-horned eagle in front of him, hoping to defeat the black-scaled one-horned eagle and even kill the person behind the black-scaled one-horned eagle.
However, there was nothing he could do about this black-scaled one-horned eagle.
This black-scaled one-horned eagle is actually in the realm of the heavenly realm, constantly blocking his attacks. All his attacks are ineffective, and even the flames on the pile of firewood cannot be extinguished.
There was a bit of greed in his eyes, looking at the black-scaled one-horned eagle and the unknown man.
Instinct prompted him to come here. He had also devoured the flesh and blood of some geniuses before, but he recovered some of his sanity and strength.
At this time, he had a premonition that as long as he could eat that man, his skills would be restored to the peak of his previous life.
