Chapter 552 Ancient Battlefield

I remember that when he was in Kyushu, he saw the so-called demon clan, that is, the demon clan of the little demon immortals, referred to as the demon clan for short. After arriving at the Honghuang Fairyland, although he also knew that there was a demon clan in this world, he had not found a demon monk so far.

Even the little demon immortals and Xiong Ba who have entered the demon clan don't know where to go.

In the Honghuang Fairyland, the demon clan has always been a mysterious race, and they never easily appear in front of the world. They often live in seclusion in the deep mountains, and only a few demons like to travel around the world. Therefore, the demon race is an extremely low-key race in the Honghuang Fairyland.

But not all this is true. For example, in the history of the Honghuang Fairyland, the demon clan has been dispatched on a large scale, because a peerless divine soldier of the demon ancestor appeared in the world. It attracted the competition of many great sects in the Honghuang Fairyland. It was that time that almost the whole army of the demon clan went out, giving these great sects a deep blow to the immortals, and finally took back the peerless divine soldiers of the demon clan.

In this regard, many people have come to the conclusion that although the demons have always kept a low profile, they are by no means good at it. Once the taboo of the demon clan is dispatched, it will pay a painful price.

"Demon clan..... Will the demons appear in the ancient ruins this time? Zhuge Buteng thought calmly, "Is the little demon fairy and Xiner, and the savage bear bully also in the demon clan now?"

Demon clan, these two words can't help but arouse Zhuge's thoughts in his heart, thinking of Pang Xiner, the little demon fairy and his former opponent Xiong Ba.

But it was such a flash of mind that when Zhuge Buteng looked up again, he found that Liu Mang and others had disappeared.

"Damn it!" Zhuge Buliang cursed secretly and looked at the continuous flow of people. He couldn't catch the trace of Liu Mang at all. And with so many people, he can't scan with divine consciousness. Zhuge Buching squeezed out the crowd, jumped to a tall building, and glanced at the crowding streets.

"Alas..."

A moment later, Zhuge Bliu sighed and finally found no trace of Liu Mang. Zhuge Butang blamed himself for being distracted, but there is nothing he can do now.

A man wandered in the crowded town for a moment. Finally, Zhuge Buliang left the town and flew towards the Pingyang Mountains, which stretched thousands of miles. At the southernmost end of this mountain range is the ancient battlefield that affects everyone's hearts and minds.

"Liu Mang won't start in such a hurry, will he?" Zhuge Buriang thought to himself and flew over the mountains.

At this time, you can also see some practitioners wandering nearby, or groups of people flying over the mountains.

"The Wizard of Jiuyang!"

"Xuan Tianjiao!"

"Eight Wilderness Religion!"

"Zhu Zixianmen!"

Looking at a group of practitioners flying by, Zhuge Fuliang has recognized that these people are disciples of well-known great religious in the Eastern Regions. And there are also some disciples of sects that Zhuge Butang did not know flew by, and even Zhuge Butliang saw some sects in the southern region.

Suddenly, at this time, Zhuge's eyebrows flashed with a faint luster, and a wisp of golden yuanshen flame beat. Zhuge did not brighten his eyebrows, and the flame of the yuanshen floated out and suspended in the palm of his hand.

"She's here, too." Zhuge Fuliang grinned. This yuan god flame was Lu Zihan's, who was subdued at the beginning. Just now, Zhuge Fuliang felt the abnormal movement of this yuan god, and he was sure in his heart that Lu Zihan must also be nearby.

"Come and see me." Zhuge Fuliang said lightly to the Yuanshen flame, and then withdrew his sea of knowledge.

Because a trace of Lu Zihan's original yuan god is in the hands of Zhuge Fuliang, even if Zhuge Fuliang does not tell the other party his specific coordinates, Lu Zihan can also find Zhuge Fuliang's position with the feeling of this yuan god.

After about half an hour, as expected, a figure flew from a distance. It was Lu Zihan.

At this time, Lu Zihan was wearing a purple soft armor, which outlined her perfect figure. Her breasts were high and straight, the bee's waist and buttocks were upturned, and a cyan head hung behind her head, with a heroic feeling. On that charming face, it seemed that there was a faint anger because he saw Zhuge was not bright.

A person who controls his own destiny asks Lu Zihan how he can give him a good face.

"Is it good?" Zhuge said lightly.

"Ye-huh, it's good." Lu Zihan nodded lukewarmly.

"The cultivation has broken through a lot, and it has entered the middle stage of Daoyun's peeping into the sky."

"Yes, it's lucky." Lu Zihan still looked at each other indifferently.

"Lucky to meet me~~~ Otherwise, the fool will give someone something comparable to the best fairy medicine." Zhuge said that he knew that the reason why Lu Zihan's cultivation was so fast was because of the peach.

"You mean you're stupid?" Lu Zihan asked rhetorical.

"I... X..." Zhuge was speechless for a while, and he drew a circle and jumped in by himself. He took a look at Lu Zihan and said, "I'm also your master anyway. Do I need to be so cold? It's cheaper for you not to bring tea and water. You still have a face, don't you?

Lu Zihan didn't change his face and said, "Then I have to thank you, right?"

This time, Zhuge Buteng couldn't speak. Looking at Zhuge Buteng's embarrassed face, Lu Zihan looked cold on his face, but he was secretly happy inside. Since parting from Zhuge Buteng, Lu Zihan will go crazy as long as he thinks of Zhuge Butang's humiliation of her. He knows that he will face this man he hates sooner or later, so he is thinking about how to win every day, at least verbally overwhes the other party.

Finally, Lu Zihan concluded that no matter what Zhuge Fuliang said in the future, he would always maintain a normal mentality and adapt to changes.

Sure enough, this move worked, and Zhuge Butliang really couldn't speak.

"Cough!" With a dry cough twice, Zhuge Fuliang quickly changed the topic: "How many people from the burning heavenly religion have come? Such a third-rate faction is quite well-informed.

"I am no longer a disciple of Fentian Religion." Unexpectedly, Lu Zihan said a word that surprised Zhuge Fuliang.

"Ah? What do you mean?" Zhuge was stunned.

Lu Zihan said, "It's a long story. The peach you sent me last time was found by the elders in the school, and they asked me to hand over the peach. I didn't follow, so I left the Fentian religion and came to the eastern region.

Hearing this, Zhuge did not nod his head. He knew the value of peaches, and even some rare elixirs could not be compared with it. This kind of wonder of heaven and earth is discovered by others, which will naturally attract the peeping of greedy people.

"Are you also here for the ancient battlefield? Or is it for the Fanxiu Alliance?" Lu Zihan stared at Zhuge Buteng, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes, because he knew that Zhuge Buteng was also Fan Xiu.

"Well... There are both." Zhuge is not clear.

"The entrance to the ancient ruins of the ancient battlefield has been blocked by the great religion in the Eastern Regions, and now it is resisting each other with the Fanxiu Alliance. Two days ago, a monk who could not be too virtual in the alliance was killed. Later, the young master of Dugu Fairy Gate came and temporarily resolved a fight. Now the two sides are maintaining a seesaw situation, and no one will give in. Lu Zihan came one by one. She seemed to have come a few days earlier than Zhuge Fuliang, and she had a good understanding of the affairs of the Fanxiu Alliance and the major religion in the Eastern Regions.

"How's it going now?" Zhuge is not clear.

"Everyone on both sides is in the ancient battlefield, but I didn't go in, I just heard it." Lu Zihan did not hide it and said lightly.

Zhuge Buliang's eyebrows were tightly locked, and the different light in his eyes appeared from time to time. Then he raised his head and said, "by the way, have you seen Liu Mang and others?"

"I saw it."

"Where is it?"

"Go to the direction of the ancient battlefield."

"Wh!"

Zhuge Bliu cursed secretly and didn't have time to think about it. At present, he flew to the direction of the ancient battlefield with Lu Zihan. The Pingyang Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and even for the practitioners, it is more than half a day. Towards the evening, Zhuge Fuliang and Lu Zihan finally felt the entrance to the ancient battlefield.

As the sun sets in the west, the remnant sun reflects this dilapidated land red. The sky is full of fire, and it seems to have burned the world red.

Zhuge Fuliang stood at the entrance of the ancient battlefield and looked at the magnificent wilderness in front of him. Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help clenching his fist.

The wilderness-like plain in front of us is the so-called ancient battlefield. Some dilapidated places can be clearly seen on the wasteland, which are the traces left by the war. Even in some places, the strata have collapsed, revealing a horrible abyss.

"Is this the ancient battlefield?" Zhuge Bliang took a deep breath and said, he felt that there seemed to be a murderous atmosphere in the air.

In this world reflected by the remnant sun, everything seems to be covered with a mysterious veil.

Zhuge Butiang and Lu Zihan stepped into this battlefield. They seemed to have returned to the ancient times, and there seemed to be a shocking shout of killing in their ears. There was a strong killing atmosphere in the air. Under the influence of this breath, Zhuge Biao closed his eyes slightly and calmed down.

At this moment, he seemed to see thousands of troops and horses rushing towards him, the sky and the earth are red, and countless creatures roaring and roaring. A group of practitioners galloped in the sky, the magic power of magic weapons was colorful, and the figures fell down, and the sky was stained with blood.

"Wow~~~"

Zhuge Bliang opened his eyes, and he felt that his blood seemed to be boiling, and there was an unparalleled fighting spirit in his heart.

Looking at Lu Zihan next to her, her cheeks were red, her breathing was a little short, her chest was violently undulating, and her eyes were equally warlike.

"The breath here can affect people's minds." Zhuge Fuliang reminded that the aura in the body worked, took down the restless qi and blood pressure, and restored a normal heart.

Lu Zihan also adjusted his breath for a moment and returned to his original state. She glanced at the world in surprise and said, "The murderous atmosphere in this place is condensed, which can be called a strange place. I'm afraid that the reason why the practitioners in ancient times chose this place as a battlefield is that there are other secrets.