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The ancient battlefield was not very stable in the first place, and I don't know how many people entered it. If it causes any turmoil...

Fang Shiyi's face darkened, and he got up and wanted to go out.

Lu Tingchi pulled him back: "What do you want to do?"

"Whether the treasure house exists or not, even Fang's family is not sure. I...my father is a high-level man, didn't he find anything after he went in?" Fang Shiyi frowned, "So many people went in to die? I'm going to Stop them."

City Lord Bai was speechless for a while: "These people are coveting the things left by your ancestors. You...Old Lu, how did he develop such a temper for you?"

"How would I know." Lu Tingchi pressed Fang Shiyi, raised his chin, "Xiao Shiyi, look carefully, those below are not good men and women, you are going to stop them, you are cutting off their money, they don't I will be grateful to you, but I will suspect that you want to 'privilege' the treasure house."

After a pause, his face turned a little cold: "The person who spread the news must have no good intentions, who knows what he said, if you want to stop them, you can only reveal the identity of the descendants of the Fang family, you know that Will there be any consequences?"

Fang Shiyi paused, silently clenched his hands hanging in his sleeves, frowned for a moment, sighed, and stopped looking at the people below: "Sorry, uncle, I was impulsive... let's go."

The identities of the descendants of the Fang family were exposed, not to mention others, the first one who would encounter trouble was the Shanhaimen.

Even in the past when Wen Xiuyue was fine, he didn't want to cause any trouble to the teacher, let alone now.

City Lord Bai glanced at him, and when the flying carriage was about to enter the valley, he suddenly stretched out his hand and threw down a white gauze.

That layer of gauze hangs lightly to the mouth of the valley like water waves, and several people who want to enter the valley bump into it and are immediately bounced away.Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, City Lord Bai waved his hand to signal him not to come out, and raised his voice, "The ancient battlefield is very dangerous, and if one person dies, it will add a bit of hostility. If it causes any turmoil, it will affect everyone. Fellow Taoists who go in to search for treasures. This seat will put down the barrier now, and only those who are qualified can go in, so as not to cause trouble to us when we die."

These words were not pleasant to hear, and many people immediately changed their faces.

"Who are you, so arrogant!"

"Why do you make such a decision? You all ruined this thing with me!"

"...That seems to be the Lord of Baiyu Capital."

"It is said that the one who slaughtered the evil way 'No Moon Gate' by himself..."

There were both those who opposed it and those who supported it. In less than a few breaths, those present who had passed the cultivation level supported it. , it’s better to fight outside first.”

City Lord Bai caused a commotion, and did not continue. He got back into the carriage, and smiled at Fang Suyi's gaze, with a little smile line at the corner of his eyes: "You and your father have similar temperaments, and you don't know how to be flexible. What do you want to do?" It doesn’t have to be in one direction, and the effect may be better in another way.”

Fang Shiyi rubbed his nose and smiled wryly: "I've been taught."

Meng Mingchao glanced at the veil with disdain. Taking advantage of the few people not paying attention, he flicked the hand behind his back, and a golden light flew out, which attached to it soundlessly, strengthening the barrier.

The carriage got into the barrier, as if plunged into a cloud of fog. The Lord Bai retracted the carriage, and Fang Shiyi subconsciously reached out to help Meng Mingchao.

The city lord is more familiar with the ancient battlefield, and has already explained the precautions on the way here.

The space in the ancient battlefield is broken, and most of the people who enter will not collide with each other, but will be sent to different places.

Compared with the ancient battlefields seen in books or files, Fang Shiyi only realized the horror of this place after he actually walked into this place.

The moment I stepped into the mist, an indescribable sense of oppression sank into my heart. There was wind in the mist, but it was more like a lonely soul floating. The whistling wind sounded like an unwilling soul crying thousands of years ago. Dispersed in every trace of mist, trying to mislead the intruders and lose their way.

City Lord Bai was in front, and Lu Tingchi was behind, sandwiching the two juniors, the four of them walked in the mist.Just as Fang Shiyi felt unwell, his hand was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand.

He turned his head, and Meng Mingchao pinched his fingers and smiled at him.

After walking for a long time, the white mist in front suddenly trembled, and the sound of rumbling hooves sounded like thunder.

Fang Suyi squinted his eyes slightly as the wind blew up, and saw a group of black armored knights appear out of the mist like a whirlwind. Their mounts looked like bulls, but they had dragon horns and long tails.

Lu Tingchi said, "It's an afterimage."

Thousands of years ago, the afterimages of the human monks who went to Yungu to fight.

This team of people was like a black torrent, continuously flowing, rushing forward, the flags were flying high, and the ethereal war songs echoed around, Fang Shiyi was shocked, alerted that this scene seemed to be tempting him to go over, forcing He retracted his gaze, wanting to remind Meng Mingchao not to look.

Turning his head, he found that Meng Mingchao was staring at him without blinking.

There was a faint smile and tenderness in the gaze that was too late to look back... It didn't seem like the admiration that a younger brother had for a younger brother.

Fang Shiyi was taken aback.

Meng Mingchao was discovered, so he was not disturbed, and calmly asked: "Brother, don't look."

"Ah... um." Fang Shiyi retracted his eyes uncomfortably, secretly wondering if he was thinking too much.

"There should be the end of the fog ahead." Lu Tingchi was not affected at all, he took out a long red silk thread, and handed it to everyone to tie it on their wrists: "At that time, they will be forcibly teleported to different places, and this magic weapon of mine will not I know if it works, if the red thread is broken, bring the bell, Lao Bai and I will come to find you."

Fang Shiyi nodded and squeezed Meng Mingchao's hand a little nervously.

"Don't worry." Meng Ming blinked at him, "Even if you get lost, I will find you, brother."

When he reached the edge of the fog, Fang Shiyi took a deep breath and stepped in.

In an instant, the sound of the wind was almost sharp, mixed with countless screams and screams. The bloody storm on the battlefield thousands of years ago came oncoming. Countless monks seemed to fall before his eyes, and countless magic weapons shattered on the spot. The monster clan with long tails slammed to the bottom, when the cloudy long Jiao screamed and broke into countless sections, scarred the earth and soaked the blood-colored East China Sea, the battle flag meandered all the way to the high mountain, and then resounded through the eternity The trombone pierces time and whines—

Fang Shiyi suddenly shivered and opened his eyes.

The restraining force on his wrist had long since disappeared. He looked down, and there was only a short piece of red thread between his wrists... broken.

Fortunately, he stuffed Mingming into Meng Mingchao's arms before he came in, at least temporarily he could feel that Meng Mingchao was fine.

Fang Shiyi's temples throbbed and he felt a severe pain in his head. After a while, he stood up with his sword in hand.

It was different from what he had imagined. There was a withered jungle nearby, not a battlefield full of chaos.

"...It seems that I was lucky not to be thrown into a space crack or a place full of evil spirits."

Fang Shiyi talked to himself, thought for a while, spread out the map and looked at it, but unfortunately found that there was no place that coincided with the special mark marked on the map, so he had to put it away, followed the mental connection with Mingming, and stepped into the front of the road. In the dry forest.

I walked slowly and fumbled for a while, but nothing happened.There is no tree in this forest, half-dead dead leaves hang on it, shaped like a crow with a severed head, with patterned eyes on the dead leaves, staring blankly at passers-by.

The ground was covered with rotting branches and leaves, and it was too soft to step on... like the softness of human limbs.

However, in places like the ancient battlefield, you can't control your sword at will, and you can only endure it.

Other than that, nothing unusual.

Fang Shiyi tilted his head in doubt.

City Lord Bai said that the ancient battlefield was in danger every step of the way. It is said that Yungu was once the territory of the Fang family. Could it be that this is the preferential treatment given by the ancestors to future generations?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, his feet suddenly sank, and the dead leaves that had been staring at him all the way suddenly came to life, they all separated from the branches, and swirled towards him.

The moment his feet sank, countless pale hands stretched out from the rotten soil, trying to grab Fang Shiyi's ankles and drag him in.

Fang Shiyi flew to dodge, and swung his sword to block the dead leaves coming through the air. Amidst the crackling sound of sour teeth, he thought to himself: Treat me badly.

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The Zongzi Festival is coming down! ! !Come on for the college entrance examination! (Forgot to mention climbing up to make it up)