Chapter 81 Return and the Battlefield

Chapter 81 The plane channel kept shrinking, and Fengyun Wuji quickly sped up and swept to the other end of the channel. The figure of the three people in Gu Yuetian had disappeared in front of him first. Fengyun Wuji followed. From the hole, which was gradually less than half a person high, he suddenly opened up in front of his eyes.

A familiar breath came to his nose. Feng Yun Wuji couldn't help closing his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted in his heart, "I'm finally back."

Kill! Suddenly, a noisy shout came to my ears, followed by the sound of strong crossbows breaking through the air. The dense sound of crossbows and arrows filled the air. The wind and clouds were shocked. When he opened his eyes, he saw below, countless soldiers dressed in armor and obviously divided into two camps fought together. The blood floated below, and on both sides, The dense bows and arrows were shot at each other like locusts. Unfortunately, Feng Yun Wuji was right in the middle of the battle between the two sides.

Seeing that the dense crossbow arrows were about to shoot, Fengyun Wuji suddenly opened his hands and stretched out to both sides. His long hair flew, and his robes hunted, but when he heard a 'stop!', the crossbow arrows all over the sky actually stopped so hard in the air. Fengyun Wuji shook his palms, He left it far away and disappeared into the underworld.

Feng Yun Wuji's eyes swept coldly from below and found that the whole battlefield was silent. Both sides of the desperate fighting stopped and looked up at the top with a stunned expression.

Fengyun Wuji was not interested in these warriors at all. His eyes flashed over the rear of the right warrior and stopped in a gorgeous chariot. In the car, a middle-aged beard wearing a crown and quite powerful man had a pair of eyes shining, and his eyes stayed on himself.

"God!" A piece of noise floated from the battlefield below, and then Feng Yun Wuji saw countless soldiers leaning down and kneeling down.

The wind blew from the south, with a bloody atmosphere. The wind and clouds ignored these ordinary soldiers flawlessly, took a look at the sky in the south, sped away, and disappeared on the battlefield in an instant.

Seeing that they could no longer see those armored, Fengyun Wuji suddenly stopped, and a bad feeling hit his heart: Where is Gu Yuetian? Cold as frost? What about Mo Liye? Didn't they come out by themselves first? Why didn't you see it instead? Fengyun Wuji immediately wanted to go back and have a look, but if you think about it, forget it. It's already shocking enough, and it's better to use divine consciousness.

Thinking of this, Fengyun Wuji spread the divine consciousness and kept scanning within a radius of thousands of miles. However, what makes Fengyun Wuji feel cold is that there is no breath of three people within a radius of thousands of miles. Mo Liye and others are at least soaring people. Hundreds of years of ancient practice have been greatly improved. The high power is not comparable to those of these ordinary martial artists, which makes it easy for them to be separated from the people next to them.

However, under Fengyun Wuji's divine search, there was no trace of them at all. After several attempts, the search was fruitless, and Fengyun Wuji had to give up.

I'm afraid that the opening of this channel has been constantly changing, and Fengyun Wuji thought of it.

Fengyun Wuji is not in a hurry. It's just scattered. Sooner or later, they will meet. At present, the most important thing is to stop a single soarer. It is necessary to gather the soarer together and then soar collectively to avoid heaven from making promises.

Fengyun Wuji thought while flying from the air, thousands of feet away, instantly passing by. In the sky, a small city had already appeared in his eyes. Fengyun Wuji was overjoyed and was about to take a look. Suddenly, he felt that a strong smell of blood floated up below and frowned slightly. Wrinkled, Fengyun Wuji fell from the sky and fell lightly in the place where the smell of blood came.

This is a wild green mountain. The peak covers a very large area. The top of the mountain is faintly accompanied by clouds and fog. Next to the official road at the foot of the mountain, there is a path that can be passed by a carriage. Two deep ruts follow the path, bypassing from a few big trees to the mountain.

Along the traces left by the rut, Fengyun Wuji walked all the way to the cloudy mountain. Before long, under the rut, a pool of blood appeared in the middle of the rut.

A few steps away, Fengyun Wuji found a body that had been smashed to pieces by stones under several rocks that fell from the top of the mountain. The blood of the canopy flowed out from under the stone and was dark and semi-solidified.

A few more steps forward, a man in a blue and white martial artist's uniform looked frightened and fell on his back beside the pile of gravel on the roadside. A spear pierced his body and fixed his body above the gravel.

The further forward, the more corpses there are. The path is a cliff on one side and a cliff covered by clouds on the other side, which is very steep.

On a cliff, the rock is covered with messy sword marks, and some broken flags belonging to different sects are slanted on the path.

Further forward, a black carriage hung on a pine near the side of the cliff. The bottom frame of the carriage was completely broken, and a chariot fell not far from the carriage. The stiffness on the carriage that should have been to the carriage had already been broken, and a blood-stained pale arm poked out of the curtain of the carriage.

The further forward you go, the more corpses there are. Flags of various colors are inserted in various sections of the road. It is the symbol of various sword schools in the world. Broken swords and knives are everywhere, and there are traces of tragic battles. Going forward, a pair of melee appears in the mind of Fengyun Wuji. The head is broken When I stepped down, there was already a cliff in front of me that I didn't know how deep it was. Under the cliff, the clouds steamed and fog wrapped around, the wind blew, and the fog shook, and the outline of a mountain peak opposite me was faintly in my eyes.

Unparalleled divine consciousness burst out, searching within this hundred miles. Under the cliff, there are many people dressed in different schools of clothing, which have fallen into meat mud, and it is difficult to distinguish the faces of the corpses. In the consciousness, between the two cliffs, there is a thick iron cable covered by clouds and fog to connect the two ends. It is extremely tough, but it is difficult for ordinary people to find.

Gently poked out a foot and stepped down. A vibration of the iron cable came from his feet. Fengyun Wuji stepped on the iron cable, like walking on the ground. Although there were wind gusts on both sides, no matter how the iron cable under his feet shook, Fengyun Wuji did not move at all and walked steadily to the opposite side

Within a few steps, Fengyun Wuji's heart moved slightly, so he squatted down on the iron cable. In the middle of the chain cord connected by the iron ring, a broken arm was inserted in the circle hole. Next to the broken wall, a dark gray, hard hair was sandwiched between the two iron rings.

Fengyun Wuji carefully pulled out the deep gray hard and put it in front of him. He looked at it, but his heart was strange. How could this hair, like a monster, appear here? Is it possible that when these people are gathering, do they appreciate the monsters captured from the deep mountains? The fog in front of him was getting thinner and thinner, and a little *** came from the front. Fengyun Wuji stepped at his feet, like an arrow from the string, without going to the place where *** came...