Artifact Smuggling Specialist

As the first person from the Ninth Soul Institute to leave the battlefield, Xi Yulin felt aggrieved.

Pulling the spear out of his shoulder, he threw it on the ground casually, completely ignoring the blue or green expressions of the people around him, and sighed: "Since ancient times, heroes are so lonely..."

Countless people fell for it.

Just now Xi Yulin didn't check for a while, but was suddenly forced back by a long gun shot from the ground, and was injured - if he hadn't reacted quickly and turned his body sideways, he might be the soul of the gun by now .

Xi Yulin breathed a sigh of relief, sat down cross-legged on the spot and looked casually, it turned out that he was not alone.There are also many people who come out suddenly in other soul institutes.

Yan Shen came over to take care of Xi Yulin's situation, but Xi Yulin felt that there was nothing serious, so he let Yan Shen go first.

He looked up at the light curtain in front, on which Zuo Lan and the others were still in the secret realm.

Zuo Lan and the others are now in the Ancient Character Realm, which is a very strange place.

This group of elites from the Ninth Soul Academy didn't have the time to estimate Xi Yulin's life and death just now. It would be nice to be able to protect themselves at this time.

Countless knives, guns, halberds, axes, axes and forks came out of the ground, and Meng Fanyun cursed: "This shit is as endless as weeds!"

Xue Chongshi sneered, "Zuo Lan, your character is still as bad as ever."

To such a damn place.

Zuo Lan quibbled: "Other places are probably not going to be any better. What should be ours is what we can't escape."

Although he said so, the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

It was such a dangerous situation at the beginning, and I really didn't know what it would be like to continue walking backwards.It's just that Lincang has already said that it is a blue lottery. He believes that this weird place will definitely tell him something.

From the moment he came in, he had such a strong premonition.

A long knife came straight towards Zuo Lan, he grasped it immediately, flew up and swept the knife around, temporarily sweeping away all the things that came out, in this very small gap time, he had already prepared Chongyu saw the thing shaking under the soil on the left, and clawed towards that place with five fingers together.

A terrifying suction force emanated from Chongyu's hand, and countless pieces of soil automatically avoided it, revealing the things buried underneath in an instant.Everyone gasped when they saw it.

Meng Fanyun couldn't help scolding his mother.

It was full of writhing skulls, and it looked disgusting, because these skulls were not completely white, but kind of gray with a strange layer of slime on the outside.

Not to mention Zuo Lan, even Xue Chongshi, who has never been soft and disgusting when killing people like hemp, also changed his expression for a moment.

"Zuo Lan, your character value has been maxed out..."

I don't know who said this behind his back, but Zuo Lan didn't want to pursue it at all.

I don't know if Lincang is aware of the situation they are facing now, if they let themselves come here because they know it's so disgusting, it's just...

He decided to have a good talk with Lincang about his life after going out.

The people who had been paying attention to the light curtain outside all exclaimed in unison when they saw the piece of skulls. The entire viewing area on the side of the Ninth Soul Academy almost boiled. The people from the Ninth Soul Institute light candles, what the hell do you have to be to encounter such an environment?

Quietly bid farewell to the soul house, either with beautiful mountains and clear waters, or full of flowers, but the ninth soul house has arrived in a place like a cemetery, how desolate and desolate it is!

Xue Chongshi frowned solemnly, "A lot of people should have died here."

Everyone: "..." Nonsense!

Zuo Lan coughed and walked up. After the skulls were exposed, all the attacks stopped, and a kind of silence permeated the whole secret realm again.

The wind blows from nowhere, and the decaying grass is blowing along with it, with a rusty and decaying smell. The black banner in the distance is dilapidated, and I don't know when it will be able to see clearly again.

A ball of fire suddenly emerged from Zuo Lan's palm. He is proficient in the five elements of soul power, but this ball of fire is ice blue, which looks very strange.

Spreading his palms, he saw that the flame had directly reached the top of the skull. As soon as he touched it, it burned into a piece. The slime on the top of these skulls seemed to be very suitable for burning. In the blink of an eye, there were countless wailing sounds All around ringing.

In the sight of Zuo Lan and others, these skulls twisted and tried to struggle out of the soil, but because of Zuo Lan's ice-blue flame blocking them, they couldn't escape at all.The skull seems to be a spiritual thing. After being burned for a long time, human faces appeared on it, but the moment the flames covered it, the expressions on these faces became extremely painful, and then The expression of horror and regret gradually disappeared, and then the entire skull was shattered.

Zuo Lan and the six people here suddenly fell silent, and no one spoke.

The expressions of these skulls at the end are so real that it makes people feel chilling, as if what they killed were not monsters, but living people with flesh and blood.

"It's a good thing there are no women here, is there?"

Zuo Lan pretended to be relaxed, but there was a haze in his heart.

It is impossible for an ordinary cemetery to have so many dead people. He himself knows better than anyone where his flames have reached. They said that all the skulls buried under the grass where they stood were like this. The number cannot be estimated at all, because Zuo Lan's line of sight - cannot find the end of the world.

This is not a cemetery, but a battlefield.

It's just that it may be the battlefield in the early days. The only thing Zuo Lan can find and match with the scene in front of him is the battlefield where there is no reason to fight.

The wars that start every once in a while are called "unreasonable wars". In every unreasonable war, a lot of strong people will die, so the strength of soul cultivation in the entire continent has been unable to increase.

Zuo Lan was even thinking, if there is another unreasonable battle in the future, how many of the five emperors of the Soul Emperor Palace can survive now?

Mei Ziqing survived the last war without reason, and perhaps he should be the one who knows the war without reason best.

What kind of secrets does this ancient battlefield hold?

"Go ahead."

If you want to know the truth, you cannot stop where you are.

But at this time Yun Qi made a strange move. He bent down and dug out a skull from the ground, smashed the skull of the skull, and took out a scoreboard from inside.

Everyone was speechless: "..."

Who the hell came up with such a stupid idea!

How dare you hide the scoreboard in such a disgusting place!

Zuo Lan's heart is like [-] grass mud horses. The arena setup staff of the entire First Soul Academy must be out of their minds, right? !

Faced with the speechless gazes of his teammates, the corner of Yun Qi's mouth twitched: "Actually... I just saw something strange in the crack of this skull."

Everyone: In fact, you are the strangest thing in our opinion.

Who would expect a scoreboard to be inside a skull?

The spectators outside the arena were vomiting blood by such a divine development. Countless people scolded "fuck", and the mentors of the first soul institute were even directly spurted with blood.

Zuo Lan gritted his teeth and swung his palm straight out. All the skulls that could be seen shattered at the sound, so there was only a puff of powder raised by the breeze, and there was no scoreboard.

Speaking very calmly, Zuo Lan looked very calm, "It seems that not all of them are inside."

So they chose the direction where the black flag was planted and kept walking. The skulls they met along the way seemed to be quiet, and Zuo Lan's footsteps fell on these predecessors.

Zuo Lan couldn't calm down as long as he thought that the person standing under his feet might be someone with advanced cultivation many years ago.

Countless people are pursuing immortality like gods and gods, and their cultivation is as high as the sky, but how many people on this continent have become soul emperors, and how many people have become soul saints?Among these people, can anyone really have the power and lifespan comparable to the gods?

Countless people, countless people with this dream of heaven in their hearts, just sleep restlessly at their feet.

Zuo Lan took a deep breath and looked into the distance, the black banner gradually approached against the cold wind.

The waving flags seem to have been like this for thousands of years, except for the old color, the dust that cannot be removed, and the decayed holes.

war!

On a large black flag, there is a golden font, which vaguely shows the appearance of stretching in the rain of blood.

There was something suppressed in Zuo Lan's chest. At this time, it surged like a mountain and river, and it couldn't be stopped. Behind this banner, there were broken halberds, broken swords, and bone armor...

"here it is……"

Xue Chongshi's voice was a little rough.

Zuo Lan smiled, and continued to move forward. There was a big pit here. This flag was like a laying flag, dark in color, with a strong sense of sadness.

Is this what Lincang wants to let himself see?

It has to be said that it is a very surprising thing that the hands of the First Soul Institute hold the secret realm of the ancient battlefield.

But Zuo Lan has no intention to think about the relationship between them. He passed by countless bones, passed by countless skeletons, and walked among countless ruins...

Finally, they arrived under the waving black flag. There was a three-foot-tall flag slantingly inserted on top of the mountain of corpses.

The moment Zuo Lan stretched out his hand towards this flag, the light curtains on the circular square around the Tower of the First Soul Academy suddenly trembled!Immediately afterwards, the live light curtain belonging to the Ninth Soul Academy went black, and then collapsed like fragments, countless streamers scattered, and no outsider knew what was going on in the ancient character secret realm.

And Zuo Lan's finger finally rested lightly on the banner.

Standing on a high mountain made of corpses, he grasped the banner. The ancient but uncorrupted pile of corpses under his feet suddenly trembled slightly, like the panting of a long-lived giant beast from ancient times. .