Chapter 1687 (1/2)

When Zhao Ji chased out the big account, Zhang Xuan's figure had disappeared, but LAN Yunxiao was standing here.

"You want to chase Zhang Xuan?" LAN Yunxiao looks at Zhao Ji in a hurry.

"Nonsense!" Zhao Jibai took a look at the blue clouds.

"You can't stop him." LAN Yunxiao shook his head, "Lin QingHan is still in a coma, these days, Zhang Xuan has been pressing the anger in his heart, this time to find the trouble of yuxu Taoist temple, no one can stop him."

"You don't understand!" Zhao Ji returned such a sentence, then one got up and disappeared in the sky.

Blue cloud Xiao helplessly shook his head, "wait for me, I'll go with you."

With that, LAN Yunxiao ran after Zhao Ji.

On that ancient battlefield, today, the rules have been fully formed. With the spirit of Na Ying, we begin to wake up. This place will become a place of terror.

If you enter the ancient battlefield, you will be absolutely suppressed. The strength exerted, that is, the ordinary level of imperial Qi, could not condense a large amount of Qi at all. In this case, when encountering the awakened unconscious spirits, the LORD would have to drink his hatred here. You know, although these spirits were unconscious, they would be extremely irritable because of the special reason of the ancient battlefield. Their instinct is to devour the same species and make themselves stronger.

This ancient battlefield is not a place where people can come if they want to. If they want to come in, they have to weigh how many pounds they have.

And on this dangerous ancient battlefield, a figure, leisurely walking here, he came to the place where the two armies finally fought.

In three days, the remains here have not changed much, but the blood has dried up. It's like purgatory, full of corpses everywhere.

And this figure, directly across the mountain of bones, came to the cut off head of Jiulong body.

"Tut tut." Looking at the broken Jiulong whose head was cut off, the figure uttered a voice of regret, "it's too much. I've cut off my head. I don't know how many years, Zhang Xuan. Do you know, this is me..."

this figure, as like as two peas, is a sun shining on his face. In this sunlight, he has the same face as Kowloon.

"This is my favorite part." This man looks exactly like Duan Jiulong. Murmur such words out, "Zhang Xuan, I will find you."

After the figure finished, he stretched out his arm.

See, that dead Duan Jiulong body, a spirit, gradually emerged, and then, congealed into this person's body.

"Ah, one of the heroes has given away more than ten of them, and they have to take them back gradually. Lu Yan, at first you thought that my practice method was not successful, but now it seems that my practice method is effective. It's much better than I predicted. When the spirits gather, even if you are reborn, what can you do? "

Over the ancient battlefield, there was a flash of lightning and thunder. A flash of lightning broke through the sky. Under the flash of lightning, countless cruel and heroic figures appeared in the ancient battlefield.