On the Qizong Plateau, countless storm blades were rolling and carving in rows.
Although these wind blades are much more powerful than those in the sky above the "Qitian Mountains" in the Xuanling Continent, they are not painful at all for the mid-level cultivators competing in the Whistling Ancient Battlefield.
At this moment, more and more cultivators from the sect were attracted by the murderous howls that erupted during the fierce battle between Chen Shen, and they rushed from all directions to the core of the Qiqi Plateau.
There, not only is the 'Blood Pool of Death' hidden, but it is also where Chen Shen fought all the way to.
"Huh? Who is this guy? How can he stand on the top of the mountain alone?"
"Looking at his calm and calm posture, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, it seems that he doesn't care at all about how many enemy cultivators of the sect will appear!"
Many cultivators couldn't help but activate the soul sweep, looked around, and murmured to themselves: "This ghost place...could there be some kind of ambush planted there?"
"If that wasn't the case, how could this kid be so calm and calm just because he was alone?"
But in the end, a scan turned up nothing.
Unknowingly, the number of sects gathered in the core area of Qiqi Plateau is increasing.
They were suspended in mid-air and stared: not far away, the young man sitting cross-legged on the top of the tallest solitary peak was motionless.
He seemed to have merged with the rugged and terrifying peak. No matter how many "menacing" enemy cultivators were around him, the young man just pretended to be unaware of them and continued to focus on himself with his eyes closed and his breathing even.
When cultivators from various sects looked down, they could always see some new traces of the fierce battle just around the many strange and rugged mountains -
As for corpses, there are very few. At most, you can only find some broken bones and limbs with broken skin and rotten flesh!
When those cultivators were alive, they were protected by the body-protecting profound energy, so naturally they were not afraid of the storm blades on the Qiqi Plateau.
But not long ago, these guys died at the hands of Chen Shen.
How can this group of human cultivators, who have lost their body-protecting profound energy, withstand the slaying of the Storm Blade based only on the strength of their bodies after death?
In just a moment, it was crushed into the residue and foam in the "meat mincer" and scattered with the wind...
At this moment, the cultivators from various sects who gathered here from all directions looked up and saw only a young man sitting alone and calmly.
Looking down, there are traces of a fierce battle just now, and it should be more than just a small fight between several sects.
The smell of blood in the air and the energy remnants around the mountain meant that more than twenty sects' competitors must have been slaughtered in a very short period of time!
This strange scene in front of them made the cultivators from various sects who rushed over not dare to act rashly at all, and they only quietly communicated among the allies to discuss——
"Who the hell is this guy?"
"I don't know... I've never seen it before."
"Well, his clothes do look familiar. They look like the 'Snow Robe of the Supreme Immortal' from the Yuxian Ice Palace, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's true."
"But... doesn't Yuxian Ice Palace never accept male disciples? Moreover, this guy is wearing a snow robe of 'Shangxian' level, so his status is probably not weaker than that of the Supreme Elder, right?"
"Such a young Supreme Elder? Unbelievable..."
"What do you think this guy wants to do sitting alone on the top of the mountain?"
"Who knows? But what is certain is that there was a big war in this place not long ago, and it was the kind of fierce battle that affected a large number of sects and ended up with heavy casualties!"
"Now, the only one alive in front of me is this snow-robed boy... At first glance, it seems a bit eerie!"
As time goes by, the number of sect cultivators gathering here from all directions is increasing.
They also discovered something unusual about each other——
"Strange...what's going on in this Whirling Ancient Battlefield Competition?"
“The last round of ‘Burning Earth Shrinking Realm’ has obviously already broken out, so why are there still so many surviving sects?”
"Yes, is it possible that the total number of participating sects this time is three to five times higher than previous ones?"
"Isn't that true? Looking at the entire ancient domain, everyone is confident about the forces that are qualified to send the younger generation of cultivators to the ancient battlefield."
"Other sects...even if they send people here, they are just sending people to die. There is no meaning!"
"Yeah, but no matter what, everything we see in our eyes can't be an illusion, right?"
"Yes, how easy is it to stand out from such a large number of 'surviving forces'?"
"It seems...this final stage of reaching the 'Nine Titles' is far more difficult than we imagined!"
After a while, some people began to lose their composure and stared at the snow-robed boy not far away——
"Hey, do you feel cool sitting alone on the top of a lonely mountain?"
"Don't you think you are too arrogant and too showy? If you are wise, get out of here!"
"Yes, I have long seen that you are trying to keep calm. Damn it...you don't know how many pounds you have? Why are you pretending!"
In fact, these noisy cultivators seemed to be targeting Chen Shen alone, but in fact, they were the ones breaking the strange silence in front of them and looking for a way to fight!
After all... Looking at all the sects gathered around Gufeng, I am afraid that only the young man wearing the "Ice Palace Snow Robe" is the most powerful and weak one.
Using him as a stepping stone to show off his strength and intimidate the enemies is undoubtedly the most appropriate breakthrough point...
The sudden commotion seemed to disturb Chen Shen's clear dream, causing the snow-robed boy's motionless body to tremble slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes -
"Ah~ha~~"
He stretched and stood up, while letting out a long yawn.
Afterwards, Chen Shen rubbed his slightly sleepy eyelids and said vaguely: "Hmm... are everyone here?"
Hearing these incomprehensible words, the practitioners of various sects looked at me and I looked at you, and finally they all questioned in unison: "What is this kid talking about?"
"That's right, are we familiar with you? You said 'everyone is here'... Do you think you are welcoming guests?"
"You damn young man is pretending to be a fool here. Which sect do you come from? What do you want to do when you are sitting here? Hurry and tell the truth!"
When Chen Shen heard this, he glanced around with a pair of slightly anxious eyes, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Hahaha, to be precise, I am not 'welcoming guests', but 'receiving enemies'!
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Then, the young man raised his head with an arrogant look on his face: "You must have all rushed here after the sound of the fierce battle and booming noise, right?"
"That's right, I was the one who caused that movement!"
"The purpose is very simple: to attract and kill all the sects that have survived in the ancient battlefield of Whirlpool, and then successfully ascend to the top of the 'Nine Ranks'..."