Outside cave abode, Xu Yan closed his eyes tightly and stood holding a Qingfeng.
As "Purple Sun Sword Art" slowly played back in his mind, his long hair moved automatically without wind, and a sharp aura rose from his body.
Until a certain moment, his eyes suddenly opened and a terrifying divine light shot out. At the same time, a cyan Flying Sword hole shot out of his hand.
"Buzz!"
The cyan Flying Sword clanked, and under the infusion of Xu Yan's rich Magic Power, a terrifying sword light rose from behind him. The sword light was dense, chilling people's hearts, and Sword Qi swirled around, with the potential to split mountains and seas!
"Purple Sun Sword Art first style--Sword Qi Like Rain!"
Xu Yan looked serious, and his voice seemed to be able to break through gold and stone.
At this moment, countless Sword Qis burst out from the terrifying sword light, like the Nine Heavens Galaxy rewinding, and shot forward together with the terrifying sword light!
"Boom!"
The terrifying sword light fell, rocks flew into the sky, vegetation collapsed, and a huge crack with a depth of more than ten feet spread in front of him, extending for a distance of nearly a hundred feet.
At the same time, there were crisp "click" sounds, and there were tiny cracks all over the cyan Flying Sword.
After sending out this sword light, Xu Yan felt a sense of fatigue. It was indeed created by Sword Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm. Just getting started with the first move made him consume a lot of Magic Power.
Xu Yan secretly estimated that with his current level of cultivation, he could send out at most three Sword Formula.
It consumed so much, and the power of this Sword Formula was beyond his imagination. Even the Qi Refining Perfection Realm monk couldn't catch the sword just now.
He stretched out his hand and the Azure Peak Sword fell into the hands of Xu Yan.
"What a pity!"
He lowered his head and glanced at this high-grade Magic Artifact. Xu Yan frowned. Just one use of Sword Formula made this Greenedge Sword tend to collapse.
According to his speculation, the top-grade Magic Artifact Greenedge Sword may only be able to withstand his full strength for three times before it will completely break.
"I wonder if the better Spirit Artifact Flying Sword can withstand this Purple Sun Sword Art first style." Xu Yan has a far-sighted vision. This is only the first Purple Sun Sword Art style. As he Sword Formula matures, the higher the level requirements for Flying Sword...
"It seems that there is a chance to prepare materials for forging Dharma Treasure."
Xu Yan's eyes are filled with hope. Purple Sun True Person's destiny Dharma Treasure is a sword Dharma Treasure. It is made of two divine objects of gold and fire. On the day when the sword is completed, it will kill several Nascent Soul old enemies in a row.
"According to this person's record, if Five Elements Divine Objects is used as the basis, Five Elements Dao-Evolving Sword can be forged. The five elements can be mutually reinforcing and incompatible, and can continue to grow, and the power is terrifying."
Xu Yan can feel the regret on Purple Sun True Person's face. This person just Refining has obtained the two divine objects of gold and fire. Although the power is not small, there is no possibility of growth.
"But this sword Refining is too difficult. I have never heard of these Five Elements Divine Objectss. We should consider them Foundation Establishment later."
Xu Yan Purple Sun True Person's Refining method about Five Elements Dao-Evolving Sword came to mind, and he frowned at just one glance. This sword Refining needs to withstand Tribulation Lightning, and it is not something that low-level monks can covet.
"If you have a chance, get a Spirit Artifact Flying Sword first."
After adding Azure Peak Sword to Storage Bag, Xu Yan made up his mind.
After changing into a clean robe, Xu Yan quickly swept towards the center of Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
Now that he is Purple Sun Sword Art, his strength has more than doubled, and he has a little more confidence in escaping from here.
At this moment, he looked like a middle-aged monk again, and Azure Leaf Boat was also put away by him.
Xu Yan was quite cautious along the way. It had been nearly a month since he escaped from the pursuit of monk Six Sects. Now he had no idea what was going on with Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
Moreover, there were two Devil Dao Sect entering, so he couldn't afford to deal with them carelessly.
After walking for a day, Xu Yan's face became more serious as time went by.
Along the way, he has discovered more than ten waves of monks, most of them are Six Sects monks, and the rest are Demon Cultivator.
As for the Rogue Cultivator that entered Ancient Ruins Battlefield, there is none.
"Huh?"
Xu Yan, who was walking forward, suddenly changed his expression slightly, and a strange place ahead caught his attention.
What comes into view is a vast expanse of crimson ground, so vast that even if Xu Yan is running Magic Power, the edge of this place cannot be glimpsed with both eyes.
On the ground, there are countless densely packed mounds, some more than dozens of feet high, and some only a few feet high, scattered like chess pieces on this red ground.
In addition, from time to time, jet-black gases emerge from the ground, whimpering winds blow, and various strange sounds echo among these mounds, giving people the feeling of being in a ghostland.
Looking at such a strange sight, records about various Ancient Ruins Battlefield strange places came to Xu Yan's mind.
"Tomb of Myriad Spirits!"
Xu Yan looked slightly startled, finally knowing what those countless raised mounds were.
Each mound is a tomb, in which is buried a monk born in Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
Countless years have passed, these tombs have long been destroyed, and the opportunities contained in them have been completely taken away.
Those black auras are the Deathly Aura of these fallen cultivators. Although they have gone through countless years, they still persist.
After knowing the origin of this place, Xu Yan had no intention of changing directions. There was no danger in these Tomb of Myriad Spiritss, as long as Magic Power protected himself from being contaminated by those Deathly Auras.
After running Magic Power quietly, Xu Yan entered this place expressionlessly.
As soon as I entered, I felt a cold feeling coming over me. Fortunately, the cold feeling was very weak and disappeared after Cultivation Method started operating.
It's getting dark.
In the night, Xu Yan passed quickly like a ghost.
"There's a situation!"
About a third of the way into Tomb of Myriad Spirits, a voice caught his attention.
"My dear disciple, watch carefully. I can only use this Ten Thousand Demons Bell sacrificial technique once."
An old voice came from a few hundred feet ahead.
Xu Yan's face moved slightly, and after running Grand Void Breath-Concealing Technique, he quietly walked towards the place where the sound came from.
"It seems that there are Demonic Path monks here to worship Demon Treasure, and there are more than one."
Xu Yan had a flash of light in his eyes. Fortunately, this voice came out, otherwise he might have been discovered.
Soon, Xu Yan came to a place a hundred feet away from where the sound came from. After arriving, he stopped moving forward.
This distance is already quite dangerous now. If we go any further, we will easily surprise Demon Cultivator.
After scanning the spot, Xu Yan quietly climbed up the highest mound nearby, where he could have a panoramic view of the scene within a thousand feet.
Soon a turquoise Demonic Flame appeared in Xu Yan's field of vision. This turquoise Demonic Blaze happened to be sandwiched in the middle of three V-shaped mounds. If Xu Yan hadn't been standing at a high place, it would have been impossible to spot it.
On the turquoise Demonic Blaze, there is a magic clock glowing with black light that rises and falls. The magic clock is about one foot high, with various magic patterns carved on its body. As the clock rises and falls, one Deathly Aura is pulled in and finally merges into the bell body.
In front of the magic clock, two figures were sitting cross-legged. A voice from one of them made Xu Yan's expression change slightly.
"It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes!"
Xu Yan's face was cold and his eyes were filled with overwhelming anger.