Ancient battlefield...
Seeing this place, Li Yan imdiately knew what it was.
Between heaven and earth, there are Astra Bane Qi, Gang Qi belongs to yang, embodying the brilliance of the sun and moon, often converging in famous mountains and rivers, Cave Heaven Blessed Land.
Sha Qi is yin, spreading heavily and dully, and it will also converge in so special areas.
The two are actually not inherently good or evil, even the places where Innate Astral Qi gathers can be deadly for ordinary people or cultivators.
But because the places where Sha Qi converges are often where gloomy Qi breeds, attracting residual souls and grievances, they are dreaded by people.
An ancient battlefield is such a place.
Battles and killings, evil Qi and grievances converge, if not dealt with in ti, could breed evil spirits over years.
Cui Song beside him introduced: "In the third year of Southern Song’s Chunyou era, the Golden Tent Wolf Country invaded, specifically building this Tiansheng City, forming a defensive line with Fishing City, White Emperor City, Huanghua City, and Panshi City."
"Later, the Great Xing Dynasty and Golden Tent Wolf Country faced off north and south, the city changed hands several tis, countless skeletons lie within, and after Great Xuan unified the Divine State, this city was abandoned."
Li Yan raised his eyes, the city was built on the mountaintop, surrounded either by sheer cliffs or rugged paths.
Important areas all had towers and sentry posts, with inner city divided from outer city, indeed an easily defensible military fortress.
He imdiately ford the Yang Jue with his hands and took a deep breath.
In an instant, various slls surged into his nose.
With his current Dao, he could sll scents within three hundred ters, including ten or so ters underground, covering nearly half the ruins.
Simultaneously, sounds of fighting and killing echoed in his ears.
Yet they were indistinct and unclear.
Li Yan frowned and asked, "In places like this, rituals need to be perford to appease the spirits of the deceased. Isn’t your Dianyi Sect also Ei, part of the Mystic Sect orthodox, didn’t you send anyone to investigate?"
"Daoist friend, you may not know."
Cui Song candidly replied, "Most experts of my Dianyi Sect are proficient in mathematics, not in exorcising evil, so back then, it was handled by Qingniu Temple."
Fengdu Qingniu Temple...
Li Yan looked ahead, lost in thought, "I haven’t found anything here, let’s go up the mountain and see."
With that, he burst forth with Hidden Energy underfoot, stepping on the broken walls, then leapt into the air, using the tree branches to borrow force again, directly jumping into the inner city.
Oh my goodness...
Cui Song was secretly amazed watching this.
This kind of movent technique, he had only seen in the elders of the sect.
No wonder this person had made a na for himself at such a young age.
He naturally didn’t have this movent skill, and waking the Body Divine Power amidst the night fog, with dim light, could only follow the rugged path upward.
But after taking just two steps, he quickly turned, "This Yang brother..."
The wealthy rchant from Chengdu waved with a smile, "No worries, Young Hero Cui can go ahead, with this thick fog, I’ll make my way slowly up the path."
"That’s alright."
Cui Song nodded, "Be careful, if you find sothing wrong, call us imdiately."
He said and disappeared into the fog.
Cui Song had already advised the person all day but he insisted on following, unable to refuse, could only agree to take him along.
But evidently, what was above was more important.
After they left, the wealthy rchant from Chengdu showed an odd smile, "There are fewer such young people..."
Saying this, he took out a gold-plated brass slingshot from his bosom, holding a silver bullet, looked around, killing intent rose in his eyes, his arm quivered, and the bullet flew into the fog, disappearing.
Strangely, the bullet flew quickly, yet silently.
After doing this, he put away the slingshot, sauntering down the mountain path, resembling an ordinary person...
......
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Li Yan closed his eyes, the sounds of battle and killing constantly resonating in his ears.
Various slls, carried by the wind, entered his nose.
When Cui Song ascended the mountain, he saw Li Yan standing on a stone platform.
"Daoist Li, did you find anything?"
Cui Song hurriedly asked.
"There is indeed sothing strange here."
Li Yan said in a deep voice, "Ordinary divine skills reveal nothing, but my divine skills are special, I can hear so sounds."
Hearing this, Cui Song’s eyes lit up, "Daoist Li, you are indeed extraordinary, my junior sister found nothing with Qi Observation or Plum Blossom Divination, but you easily found..."
Before he finished, he suddenly realized, "I’ve got it, this place is a military fortress, military constructions often include Qin Dunjia techniques, the Drought Demon must be hiding within!"
"I think so too."
Li Yan nodded and then asked, "Where’s that person?"
Cui Song quickly replied, "His legs couldn’t keep up, was left behind, don’t worry, he’s not far, if anything happens, he’ll shout, and we’ll hear him."
Who the hell worries about him...
Li Yan muttered inwardly, this young man in front of him was a typical naïve disciple from a renowned sect, knowing the pugilistic world’s rules but failing to discern good from evil in human nature.
This is a Drought Demon,
what normal person would run here just to watch the excitent?
Thinking of this, Li Yan helplessly said, "The Qin Dunjia techniques are the essence of your Dianyi Sect, you should be able to find it..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound from the south, gale winds whipped around, fallen leaves swept up, a thick stench wafted over.
"Be careful!"
Li Yan warned, swiftly drawing the Duan Chen Blade.
He slled the strong Corpse Energy, and the sound of battle and killing in his ears also beca clearer, as if instantly standing on the battlefield.
"It’s a Drought Demon!"
Cui Song also felt a sudden shiver, drawing his Treasure Sword with a clang and taking several Yellow Talismans from his bosom.
Yet unexpectedly, nothing charged at them.
Moreover, as the Corpse Energy spread, the surrounding yin wind gradually lessened, but the sounds of battle and killing grew louder, accompanied by the surging white mist.
These are residual souls of the battlefield, capable of gathering and swirling yin Qi.
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