Chapter 9 Fight the Ancient Warriors Again

In the dark world, a vague river, covering the mysterious veil, flows through the void, and the roar of the road is transmitted from the river, deterring this space. It is the magnificent sound of heaven and earth. Those who hear it all stop to meditate. The flow of the river of fate almost makes this dead The world has been smeared with an unshakable momentum.

Jun Lintian's body is wrapped in black silk, which is a trace of materialized magic. However, at this moment, Jun Lintian's whole body is immersed in the river of fate, and the power of fate enters through every pore of Jun Lintian's body.

Close your eyes tightly and feel the power of fate. In the body, the sixth sense of fate is unprecedentedly clear. It is a mysterious feeling, unpredictable and uncontrollable.

The bloody color in the eyes gradually faded away and restored the dark and deep eyes.

I don't know how long it took. Jun Lintian's closed eyes slowly opened his eyes, and at the moment when Jun Lintian opened his eyes, a shocking dragon sound echoed in the world.

Even if Jun Lintian's physical strength has reached the horror level of the ninth level of jihad, when Jun Lintian's mind echoed the sound of the dragon, Jun Lintian's body could not help but sweat, which was a deep fear of something. At the same time, Jun Lintian's strong body could not help trembling. It feels like being pushed by heaven and earth.

The cold sweat slipped down his forehead, and Jun Lintian whispered in shock: "This sound of dragon chanting is the twelve-week Tianlong vein, but why do you feel an unusual one?"

Jun Lintian said in shock, but at this time, the old man Gumu in the ring was stunned, because just now, the old man heard the direction of the sound of the dragon, and the old man couldn't help looking at Jun Lintian's back, where the spine was.

"This sound of dragon singing is transmitted from the spine of the sky, and it is... the place where the three abyss of famine are located..."

When muttering this sentence, the old man Gumu's expression was an inexplicable shock, which was a manifestation of surprise after the extreme. At the same time, the old man Gumu seemed to notice something, but everything was just guessing, so the old man Gumu did not say what he was thinking.

"Teacher, why did I regain my consciousness?"

"It's fate, the power of fate, pulling you back from the magic..."

"Fate?" Jun Lintian looked up at the dark void. At this moment, the mysterious river of fate, shrouded in a veil, has long disappeared. All Jun Lintian can see is the heavy and dark, as well as the bloody smell that can't be erased after years of baptism.

"The power of fate, but... what is fate? Does it have its own consciousness? But why did you help me once or twice? Jun Lintian muttered to himself in a low voice, but his heart was still as usual and could not get an answer at all.

Jun Lintian calmed down the fluctuations in his heart, and his dark and deep eyes looked at the red earth around him. The ancient soldiers had disappeared. This deadland once again returned to the dead silence. However, just as Jun Lintian stepped out, the bloody pool appeared again in Junlin. In the vision of the sky.

Jun Lintian looked at the red blood pool, and his eyes showed doubt. In a trance, Jun Lintian suddenly felt that he seemed to have seen it there.

"I can feel that my lost soul is in the depths of this pool of blood, but... the danger below, even if I feel creepy now..." The old man Gumu said solemnly, and at the same time, the translucent figure of the old man of Gumu appeared out of thin air, suspended beside Jun Lintian.

Jun Lintian looked slightly and looked at the old figure of the old man. After many years, whether he was between life and death or lonely, there has always been a person standing beside him. That is the one beside him now, who is Jun Lintian's master, but also Jun Lintian's relatives.

"Teacher, no matter what, I will find your lost soul..."

Jun Lintian said firmly and took his step at the same time, but when Jun Lintian's consciousness locked this ordinary but felt a mysterious pool of blood, the sky and earth suddenly roared and dark, and in an instant, it returned to that doomsday scene.

"Kill..."

"Rumble..."

The deafening shouting of killing came from the void again. The earth trembled again, and the sky seemed to tremble. At the end of Jun Lintian's vision, Jun Lintian saw countless soldiers galloping on the ground, and the crushing of countless armies stirred up the smoke and dust all over the sky. At the same time, the momentum of crushing the world. Going forward, even if a huge mountain stands under its iron hooves, it seems to be flattened.

This momentum, this murderous intention, has never been seen by Jun Lintian.

The previous scene echoed vaguely in Jun Lintian's mind, and Jun Lintian vaguely remembered the warriors from ancient times.

"What's going on? Haven't these ancient warriors completely turned into smoke and dust all over the sky? But now, why did it appear?" Jun Lintian was puzzled, and at this moment, the old wooden old man next to Jun Lintian was dressed in a white robe and waste with the wind. At the same time, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the ancient and modern times and look at the endless ancient warriors.

Two fine light flashed in the eyes of the old man Gumu. He said solemnly, "Maybe when the power hits this blood pool, it will touch this deadland, and thus appear these countless ancient soldiers."

"Teacher, since this is the mark of the years of ancient soldiers, that is to say, this is an empty existence, can we completely ignore them?"

"No, even if this is the immortal mark of the war, and it has no substantial physical damage, it will affect the soul. If you don't destroy it or avoid its edge, it will cause irreparable damage to people, and even if you are not careful, you will lose your life." The old man Gumu said solemnly, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Looking at the countless ancient soldiers, Jun Lintian couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva. How to clean up so many enemies?

Jun Lintian's heart was shocked. Even if the people opposite were only capable, such a large number also made Jun Lintian sigh and dared not move.

"What should I do?"

"Wait, let me see if we can enter the ancient battlefield and solve the current dilemma?"

"Is it possible that we are not in the ancient battlefield now?"

"But yes, you can also say no, Lintian, I don't know if you can remember the difference between the northern wilderness and the real northern wilderness. Now the relationship between the dead land we live in and the ancient battlefield is somewhat similar to the northern wilderness and the real northern wilderness, but the northern wilderness and the real northern wilderness The difference is man-made, but the difference between the deadland and the ancient battlefield is formed by the accumulation of years.

"Lintian, when you find a solution for your teacher, try to resist the vast tide of soldiers..."

After saying that, the old man of Gumu suspended in mid-air and closed his eyes. He was united and felt the mystery of this world. At this time, the overwhelming ancient warrior had already hit him.

Looking at the dense army and horses that shook the earth, Jun Lintian's scalp was numb. At this moment, Jun Lintian returned to normal and was not controlled by magic. When he saw this scene with his own eyes, his back could not help sweating. However, when Jun Lintian felt several powerful breaths locked the ancient wood in the air. When he was an old man, an unstoppable momentum broke out in Jun Lintian's body in an instant.

The essence of the sky shattered the sky, and the king's black hair danced, and his roots were upside down, with a fierce murderous intention in his eyes.

"Master's safety is protected by me..." Jun Lintian said in a low voice. At the same time, red flames and black flames burst out from Jun Lintian's body. Jun Lintian turned into a fireman for a moment. He stood on the ground, the momentum of his body, and the earth under his forced feet completely sank.

This is the momentum of the strong. In the face of those with low cultivation, this situation can kill thousands of people. However, the ancient warriors are just the immortal mark of the past. This strong man's momentum is useless.

"Boom..."

The void exploded in an instant, while Jun Lintian's body cut through the void, turned into a long rainbow to the sky, and rushed into the vast sea of people.

"Dong Dong..."

The earth kept roaring, and the countless crowds fell piece by piece, which was completely one-sided looting. However, every time Jun Lintian punched nearly 100 people, endless warriors added. The ancient warriors were like fearless puppets and endless.

Time is passing little by little, and Jun Lintian's heart is also getting more and more panicked.

"What's going on? I really want to kill it endlessly. If it goes on like this, I will be consumed here..." Jun Lintian was worried. At the same time, the afterglow of the corner of his eyes looked at the figure of the ancient wood in the air. "Teacher, whether you can get closer to the truth left over the years depends on you..."

Jun Lintian thought so, and at the same time, he suddenly waved his right fist, and his right fist hit the void with the momentum of destruction.

"Boom..."

Where the fists passed, the void burst inch by inch, and a large void in front of it turned into nothingness. In the broken void, several figures fell out. These figures were indifferent on their faces. However, when these powerful figures were just exposed to the void, their bodies followed the broken void. , completely cracked and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.