Just when Mo Wangchen was about to walk towards the altar, Wu Lingfeng's voice suddenly came from behind.
He turned around and found Wu Lingfeng and Qin Yue walking towards each other at this moment.
"You want to go in too?" Mo Wangchen was stunned for a moment.
"We thought about it. Since this is also a kind of experience, there is no reason to back down." Qin Yue said.
Mo Wangchen nodded, "Okay, let's go in together. We don't know what dangers there will be inside. You should be careful when the time comes."
After the words fell, the three of them immediately walked towards the altar and soon stepped into it.
Buzz!
A feeling of weightlessness came over him, and Mo Wangchen's eyes flashed gray. When his vision recovered again, he looked around and found that he was in a desolate space.
The sky was dim and there was no sun, as if a heavy rain was about to come. The smell of decay and vicissitudes of life filled the entire space.
Mo Wangchen looked around, and when he saw the scene around him clearly, he couldn't help but feel awe-struck.
The ground beneath your feet was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Tens of thousands of corpses fell in a pool of blood. Gunpowder smoke spread. The ground was pitted and scorched. It seemed like a war had just occurred here.
"Who are these people?"
Mo Wangchen frowned, his eyes filled with confusion. Didn't he enter the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm? Why was he in a battlefield at this moment?
"According to legend, this place was once the ruins of an ancient battlefield. Are these all just illusions?" He couldn't understand. If it was just an illusion, then all of this would be too real.
Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, murderous intent surged into the sky in front of him, like thousands of horses galloping, and the earth shook. Mo Wangchen suddenly raised his eyes, only to find that large black shadows were coming, each wearing gray armor, like soldiers on the battlefield.
What shocked his heart was that this was a team of cultivators, with as many as a thousand people. Each one of them had a soaring evil aura on their body. They had different cultivation levels, either in the realm of creation or in the realm of nirvana.
occupies the majority.
In the sky in front of the team, several powerful Saints were flying past, leading the team, and the murderous aura filled the sky and the earth.
"My clothes..."
After being surprised, Mo Wangchen also suddenly discovered that the clothes he was wearing were no longer the white ones he had been wearing before, but had been replaced by a silver-white armor.
On the ground under his feet, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Nearly half of the people who fell in the pool of blood were like him, wearing this kind of silver-white armor. The others were all wearing gray armor. At this moment, those who were pouring in
The large army of cultivators all wear the same clothes.
These are two different teams. At this moment, Mo Wangchen is wearing a silver-white battle armor. He is obviously in the opposite camp to the team that is coming.
"kill!"
Suddenly, behind him, bursts of whistling sounds came. Mo Wangchen turned around and saw that at this moment, a team of thousands of people was rushing towards them. Those people were wearing the same silver-white combatants as him.
First.
Now, Mo Wangchen was caught between both sides. Obviously, he still didn't understand what happened.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two teams came into contact with each other, murderous intent filled the sky, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
"kill!"
Behind him, there was a murderous intention, which made Mo Wangchen look startled. He turned around and saw a figure wearing gray armor, holding a big knife and slashing at him from the air.
laugh!
In an instant, Mo Wangchen reacted, turning his body to one side to avoid the opponent's attack. After snorting coldly, the spiritual power in his body surged, the brilliance shone, and turned into a dozen sharp blades, killing the opponent.
Tsk!
More than a dozen sharp blades fell on the opponent's body, cutting him into pieces on the spot.
"What's going on?" Mo Wangchen frowned.
What is happening in front of you is not an illusion, but a reality. This place should be in the hidden dragon secret realm.
"I have heard that some special ruins can trigger ancient mirror images, causing things that happened thousands of years ago to replay themselves. Those caught in it will feel like they have experienced it themselves."
"This secret realm was once an ancient battlefield. In other words, what is happening now is all real. Could it be that the arrival of people like us triggered some kind of restriction here, making things that happened eons ago
, has it been staged again..."
Thinking this in his mind, Mo Wangchen frowned even more. If this is true, it means that everyone who entered the Qianlong Secret Realm this time has performed some kind of 'time and space travel' and returned to the years before eons ago.
boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying murderous intent filled the air above his head. Mo Wangchen suddenly looked up and saw a figure in gray armor. His big hand flipped over. The next moment, a big hand covering the sky appeared, like a mountain, suppressing it.
Bang bang!
Wherever the big hand that covered the sky passed, more than a dozen people wearing silver armor were killed and exploded into blood mist on the spot. The power of the big hand did not diminish, and it continued to fall towards Mo Wangchen.
Boom!
Just as Mo Wangchen's color changed, suddenly, an earthy-yellow handprint appeared, with the palm of his hand pointing upward, and struck towards him.
The two palms collided with an earth-shattering sound, and the aftermath of the collision caused the surrounding soldiers from both sides who were fighting to be wiped out into pieces on the spot.
"In the battlefield, don't be confused, otherwise you will lose your life if you don't pay attention." A middle-aged man, wearing a silver armor and a white cloak, walked out behind Mo Wangchen.
This was a figure who had reached the realm of the Holy Lord. His eyes were like a torch as he looked at the figure in the sky. After finishing his words, he immediately jumped up and instantly collided with the mighty enemy Holy Lord in the sky.
"Although I'm still a little unclear about the situation, for now, as long as I kill all those people wearing gray armor, that should be enough!"
After finishing his words, the sun-shooting bow appeared in Mo Wangchen's hand, and he pulled it into a full moon. His spiritual power condensed into Xuan, and the brilliance was endless. The arrow pierced through and hit an enemy who was in the middle of a fight not far away.
The strong ones will be shot on the spot.
"Thank you!"
The other person was a middle-aged man, who was in the same camp as Mo Wangchen. Just now he was in a tough fight and was about to lose his strength. Now that Mo Wangchen shot his opponent, the middle-aged man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
boom!
But the next moment, his entire head suddenly exploded, and his headless body fell to the ground, dying on the spot.
A strong man from the enemy camp was holding a magic seal in his hand. After killing the middle-aged man, he also set his sights on Mo Wangchen. His whole body was filled with black energy and was extremely strange. He immediately pointed it down.
After he pointed a finger, the black energy actually formed a devil's palm, covering the sky and the sun, and moved towards Mo Wangchen to suppress it.
"snort!"
Mo Wangchen held the divine bow in his hand, swept his body violently, and exited the position covered by the devil's palm.
Boom!
The devil's palm fell completely, smashing a deep pit into the ground. Suddenly, gravel flew and smoke flew everywhere.
laugh!
On the other hand, in the sky, Mo Wangchen appeared here, with his divine bow full of the moon, and two arrows fell like meteors, killing him.