Chapter 434: The Ancient Battlefield of Xutian, Kill Yourself and Become a Benevolent!

Hua Jieyu said: "In the Middle Ages, hundreds of clans fought for hegemony, and finally disappeared in the years. And the human race opened the ancient era. The supernatural powers of the hundred clans, and some other good things, fell into the hands of the human race, so naturally It is not surprising. Moreover, although this Void and Desolate Sky Art is extremely precious in the Desolate Race, in the hands of the Human Race, it is just as you said, it is useless. Moreover, the Tiancong Academy was established by several generations of Master Kang Su, and there will be collections , it's not surprising at all."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "That's true, I hope to find the blood essence of the Desolate Race, but I just want to go out first and go back to the academy first. This endless desert has no direction, and I don't know how to get out."

He was always concerned about Wu Qiyue's safety, trapped in this endless desolation, and became a little anxious.

Otherwise, even if the desolate air floating in the sky and the earth cannot be inhaled into the body, it will make this place an excellent training place and can accelerate the growth of strength.

He had even made up his mind that after going out, he would return to this place to practice after confirming that Wu Qiyue was safe and sound.

After resting for a while, he flew in the same direction as before.

Because the four sides are the same, there is no path to find at all, so I can only use this stupid method. As long as this desert has an end and walks in one direction, sooner or later it will be able to fly out.

Half a day later, Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, shooting out ecstatic light.

In the desert ahead, there was a lonely figure running towards him, but he staggered and fell from time to time, as if he was out of breath and would fall down and die at any time.

Yang Qingxuan flew down quickly, and saw clearly that it was a young man, with a disheveled face and a very messy clothes, but a handsome face, only about twenty years old, and at the same time he was surprised, and felt strange in his heart.

When the young man saw him, he was also ecstatic, and shouted: "Quick, save... save me..." After saying that, he fell to the ground, turned a few somersaults, and passed out completely.

Yang Qingxuan looked around vigilantly, especially the direction in which the young man was running, and there was nothing unusual, so he checked the young man's body, but he was exhausted physically and mentally exhausted, and there was nothing serious about it.

He took out a few pills and stuffed them into the young man's mouth.

Then Yungong dissipated the power of the medicine and helped him soothe his meridians.

The young man woke up slowly, trembling all over, looked around in fear, grabbed Yang Qingxuan desperately, and shouted: "Scorpion... crimson poisonous scorpion... save... save me..."

Yang Qingxuan was secretly surprised that the young man in front of him actually had the strength of the middle stage of Yuan Wu. If this is placed in the five northern countries of Xuanye Continent, it can be regarded as a top genius.

He slapped the young man on the forehead, and the slap made him yell out loudly, then he calmed down a bit, and said angrily, "What are you doing?!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said: "You are the one who is screaming, what kind of scorpion, you can see for yourself, it is very safe here."

The young man looked around for a few times, then heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the sand with a worried expression on his face.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Brother, what is this place, why are you here?"

Hearing this, the man gave him a weird look, looked Yang Qingxuan up and down several times, and said, "You don't know what place this is?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head.

The man sneered, "You don't know where this is, so how did you come here?"

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I was swept in by the space storm."

"Space storm?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, "Haha, space-time storm, you lied to ghosts, those who were involved in the space-time storm, ten deaths and no life, you can still stay here well?"

Yang Qingxuan stood quietly, and when he had laughed enough, he asked again: "What is this place, and how can I get out?"

The man stopped laughing, stared at Yang Qingxuan for a while, and said in a daze, "You really don't know where this is?"

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said: "I don't need to lie to you, and I don't want to do anything to you. If I have malicious intentions, I won't save you."

The man sat on the ground, pondered for a while, felt that his words made sense, and then said: "Okay, I will trust you for the time being. This is the ancient battlefield of Xutian."

"What? The ancient battlefield of Xutian!"

Both Yang Qingxuan and Hua Jieyu were taken aback.

Especially Hua Jieyu, said with a wry smile: "There is a crack in Xutian near Tiancong Academy, which leads directly to the ancient battlefield of Xutian. And there is desolation here, I should have thought of it before."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, then asked via voice transmission: "Can I go back to the academy directly through the gap in the academy?"

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said, "Theoretically it is possible, but in practice it is almost impossible. In such a huge ancient battlefield, where did you find that tiny crack?"

Yang Qingxuan asked again: "Then how to get out from here?"

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said, "Difficult, this ancient battlefield, I just know its existence, and I used the crack above Tiancong Academy to build the ancient Xutian Road for students to practice. As for the battlefield itself, I also never In the future, I only know that it is a wonderful space independent of thirty-three days."

Yang Qingxuan cupped his fists, asked the person in front of him, and said, "Brother, how can I get out of this ancient battlefield?"

The corner of the young man's mouth raised an evil smile, his eyes were strange, and he said: "It's impossible to go out, this is a death experience."

"Death experience? Please explain clearly."

Yang Qingxuan's face was not very good-looking, as if he had a premonition of huge trouble from this word, and he might not be able to leave in a short time.

The young man didn't answer, but asked instead: "You said you were caught in a space storm, which plane did you come from?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Xuanye Continent."

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and his face became even weirder.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "Why, is there a problem?"

The young man said: "Xuanye Continent is a relatively low-level plane, and the general strength is not strong. If there is a celestial position, it will be the top of the sky. Like you are only sixteen or seventeen years old, and I can't even see through your cultivation. , at least in the middle stage of Yuanwu, it is doubtful."

Yang Qingxuan said with a smile: "As for my identity, it doesn't matter whether it's true or doubtful. Because I won't have much interaction with you, I just want to leave here now."

The young man sighed: "Impossible, this is a death experience, unless the cultivation base has reached the realm, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to get out."

"Territory?!"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and he asked in surprise, "Why?"

He is just at the late stage of Yuanwu, and if he wants to hit the ground, even if he has amazing talent, it will take at least three to five years to conservatively estimate.

And this is under the condition that it can be rushed through.

How many people are stuck at the peak of the original martial arts all their lives, but they can't step into that realm.

If you can't break through the boundary, won't you never be able to get out?

Seeing his shocked appearance, the young man believed in his identity a little more, and said solemnly: "Experiencing death—kill one's life and become a benevolent!"