In the ancient war spirit army, there were at least thousands of war spirits at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm in that black cloud. If he was involved, he would be in extreme danger and might even die directly.
And inside the black cloud, he also felt a lot of terrifying atmosphere.
"In the Ancient War Spirit Legion, ordinary soldiers are at the Nascent Soul Realm, and the leaders are at least at the Divine Transformation Realm."
"This kind of monk legion is very common in the fairy world. There are elite legions under the command of the lords of various realms. But the problem is that these ancient war spirits cannot be killed at all in the ancient battlefield."
Tang Ming's face was extremely solemn.
The essence of the war spirit is the evil spirit of war.
The ancient battlefield he was on at this time was the main battlefield for war spirits. War spirits could fight endlessly and regroup after being broken up, but he could not.
Moreover, this ancient battlefield is full of weirdness, and no one knows whether there are some terrifying powers hidden there.
"Should be arriving soon."
Tang Ming raised his head and looked ahead, continuing to gallop along the route left by his father.
As time passed, more and more war spirits wandered around. Many times, Tang Ming had to deliberately attract ancient war spirits and then rely on explosive power to throw them away.
This ancient battlefield is extremely vast.
I don’t know how much time passed.
The aura of war in front suddenly became violent, with dozens of tornadoes rising from the ground across the sky and earth, and in the most central area, a huge throne stood on a high platform.
The entire platform is made of ancient black iron and is dozens of meters high. It is engraved with golden patterns and the steps are covered with dark red dirt and white bones.
The top of the high platform.
A dark golden throne stands on a high platform.
The throne is empty, but it is such an unmanned throne, but it exudes an aura of terror, vicissitudes, and prehistoric times.
"What's this?"
Tang Ming's face was filled with shock.
Given his state of mind, after seeing this throne, a desire to surrender arose in his heart.
But soon.
Bang! There was a muffled sound in the void. Tang Ming forcibly defeated the pressure and stared ahead with a solemn expression.
"There's something very wrong with this place..." Tang Ming frowned and felt very worried.
His real soul is the soul of the Immortal Lord, and he actually felt the pressure of being on a throne. Even in the immortal world, he never felt this way when facing the Immortal Emperor.
The throne is still like this.
So... who exactly is qualified to sit on this throne?
Tang Ming walked over with a solemn expression.
My father recorded that the passage to the outside world is behind the high platform.
soon.
Tang Ming came to the back of the high platform and saw at a glance a whirlpool full of space power. The whirlpool seemed to be suppressed by the high platform, leaving only a very narrow opening.
Just cross this space vortex.
can appear in the outside world.
"..." Tang Ming raised his legs and was about to enter, but his raised feet stopped in mid-air.
A few minutes later.
His eyes flickered, but he slowly retracted his legs, raised his head, and looked towards the high platform in front of him.
Just now.
The depths of his soul suddenly trembled, as if he had discovered something.
"On the high platform!"
"Something is calling me..." Tang Ming's eyes sparkled.
Think about it for a moment.
He stamped his foot on the ground and jumped into the air with a loud roar. But suddenly, bursts of roars erupted above his head, and endless pressure came over him instantly.
"Bang!"
Tang Ming's body fell, and everything fell to the ground.
This power is emanating from the throne on the high platform.
The king's will! If you want to meet the king, you must meet him from the front. This high platform is an ancient magic weapon, which has the effect of suppressing and blocking.
"Suppression, blockade..." "This throne and high platform happen to be at the entrance of the passage. Could it be that the battle in ancient times was that the great powers of the human race wanted to guard this land leading to the secular world, while those giant beasts wanted to break through
aisle?"
Tang Ming's eyes sparkled.
He seemed to have captured a hint of the truth about the ancient battlefield.
After all, along the way, the ground was full of the skeletons of giant beasts and human cultivators, and it was not difficult to see that this was a battle between the human race and the giant beast clan.
The leader of the ancient human race, guarding the passage, fighting against the ancient behemoth clan.
In the end, both sides were destroyed at the same time.
The leader of the human race would rather die than suppress the throne at the entrance of the passage to prevent the behemoth clan from leaving the battlefield.
This explanation does make sense.
"..." After pondering for a moment, Tang Ming came to the steps and stepped up.
One step down.
Boom.
The sky roared, and a thunder exploded in Tang Ming's mind, but with such a look on his face, he still climbed up the stairs.
The jade treasure left by my father did not introduce much about this high platform and throne. After all, normal people know that something is wrong here and it is extremely dangerous, so they will not explore too much.
Even Tang Ming himself sensed an inexplicable call and decided to go up to find out what was going on after confirming that there was no danger.
...Falling down step by step.
Every time he stepped on the stairs, thunder exploded in Tang Ming's mind, and it became more and more violent.
From the back, every time he took a step, Tang Ming would be shocked, his soul would be shaken, and his face would be pale, but his deep eyes would be extremely bright at this time! Because.
These steps can actually polish his soul! As he steps on more and more steps, the roar in his mind becomes more intense, like hammers hitting the sea of consciousness, constantly tempering the cohesion of his soul and expanding it.
The scope of the sea of consciousness.
It took a lot of hard work! A full two hours passed.
Tang Ming stepped forward and finally crossed the last step, standing at the top of the high platform, looking straight at the throne in front of him - "Boom!"
A vast and brilliant pressure surged in with terrifying power.
In the end, the Dharma was condensed in Tang Ming's soul.
On the throne, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe with white temples sat casually on the throne, leaning on the armrest with one hand and holding a golden broad-bladed sword with the other.
Although the middle-aged man has a casual appearance, he exudes an extremely majestic demeanor.
This is like an ancient god, with royal blood, born a nobleman, exuding an aura like the power of heaven.
"Who is coming?"
The middle-aged man spoke slowly.
This voice is full of vicissitudes of life, and along with this question, a breathtaking aura glances over.
Huh! Tang Ming felt chills all over his body, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Fortunately, this intimidating aura quickly subsided.
"It turns out he is a descendant of the human race..." The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised and chuckled. All the pressure was eliminated, and what was replaced was a pleasant breath like the spring breeze.
The difference between the two is worlds apart.
"and who are you?"
Tang Ming stared at the man, then looked back at the illusory space around him, frowning: "The Dharma is in the heaven and earth?
Why do your dharma, heaven and earth, appear in my sea of consciousness?"
He can tell.
Everything in front of me is illusion, including the middle-aged man.