Chapter 1347 Battlefield

Because this world is closely adjacent to the ghost world, this trip did not take too much time.

And with the increase in strength, Xue An can now easily deal with this short-distance space travel.

finally.

In the chaotic turbulence of the void, a barrier exuding a faint gray brilliance finally appeared.

Xue An's eyes moved slightly, knowing that it should be the barrier of the ghost world, so he couldn't help speeding up and rushing straight up.

There is no sound.

This layer of spatial barrier is like soap bubbles, Xue An passed through without hindrance.

And when they crossed this layer of barrier, what came to their face was an extremely strong smell of blood.

This bloody smell is so strong that it penetrates through the nostrils and rushes straight into the lungs, making one almost nauseated.

The key is that this bloody smell is very strange, and it is also mixed with an extremely stale musty smell.

It's like the smell of countless flesh and blood piled up together, after a long period of fermentation, and being dug up again.

Even Xue An was choked by the smell, his brows were slightly frowned, and with a wave of his hand, he blocked the smell.

At this moment, Xue An is high in the sky, with a vast sloping land under his feet.

And when he took a closer look at the situation on the ground, even the well-informed Xue An couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle, and a look of indifference flashed in his eyes.

I saw countless corpses scattered on the blackened ground soaked in blood.

These corpses had obviously just died, and some of their blood hadn't even coagulated.

And from the numerous scars on their bodies, as well as the broken sword, it can be seen that this place is obviously a battlefield.

Standing in the sky and looking down, one can clearly see the horror and despair on the faces of these corpses.

This expression was so painful that it distorted their facial features.

And under these layers of corpses, there seemed to be countless bones buried.

Bone arms stick out from the blood-soaked ground,

Pointing obliquely at the sky, illuminated by the bleak sunlight, it exudes a strange white luster.

When the evil wind blew, these arms swayed, like ghost banners of the undead, adding a bit of evil spirit to the battlefield.

Xue An was a little silent.

He walked on high above the sky, but the more he walked, the more frightened he was.

Because the area of ​​this battlefield is so vast, at least it must have a radius of a hundred miles.

And within a radius of a hundred miles, there are so many corpses, the number is simply shocking.

But Xue An's attention was not on this, because he found that there were such bones gathered together, and almost all of them were people who died violently, but they didn't breed even the slightest ghost aura.

You know, if so many soldiers died under normal circumstances, how could there be no ghosts?

Even on the earth, those ancient battlefields have gone through years of baptism, but there are still ghosts lingering.

What's more, this is still the ghost world with the most yin energy.

But there is no ghost on this battlefield.

The only thing left was the soaring resentment.

Xue An was thoughtful, and at this moment, he suddenly found a figure standing at the edge of the battlefield.

people?

Xue An's eyes moved slightly.

Because such strong resentment filled the world, Xue An's spiritual sense was also greatly affected, so he didn't even notice that there were people here just now.

But what is he doing?

Xue An didn't change his expression, his figure flickered, he disappeared, and walked a certain distance forward.

After he could see this person's appearance clearly, Xue An couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Because this man was wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, and his head was so radiant that he was a monk!

At this moment, the monk was holding a rosary, standing on the edge of the battlefield, bowing his head and chanting something.

Following his chanting, he saw faint golden lights drifting away, all the resentment dissipated wherever he passed, and even the hideous and terrifying expressions of these corpses eased, as if they were relieved.

Seeing this, Xue An's eyes sparkled.

Next to a battlefield in the ghost world, a monk is chanting scriptures to save the dead. No matter how you look at this picture, it seems a bit incongruous.

However, Xue An did not show up, but still hid in the void and watched quietly.

After about half an hour, the monk's body began to tremble slightly, and his face gradually turned pale.

Finally, the monk slowly stopped chanting, raised his head to look at the vast battlefield, a look of pity appeared on his face, then put his palms together, gave a deep salute, and then turned around and left.

Xue An looked at his receding back and fell into deep thought.

Among the heavens, Taoism is respected, but Buddhist practitioners are also a huge force that cannot be ignored.

When Xue An was an Immortal Venerable, he got to know many great Buddhist cultivators, and even witnessed the relics left by the great master who founded the Buddhist cultivator line back then, and was very impressed by him.

However, although Buddhist practice is widely distributed in the heavens, because of the particularity of its practice, it can only exist as a simple belief in many places without much strength.

But Xue An never expected that in this ghost world belonging to the dark lineage, there are actually Buddhist cultivators.

You must know that Xue An had never encountered these Buddhist cultivators when he roamed the ghost world before.

Moreover, Xue An discovered that in this ordinary-looking monk with ordinary aptitude, and in short, there was nothing unusual about him, but there was an aura completely different from other Buddhist practitioners.

Although it is the same neutral and peaceful, but there is an extra sense of compassion and compassion.

Xue An's heart moved slightly, and then he followed silently.

He really wanted to see what kind of changes had taken place in the current ghost world.

It even made the Buddhist cultivators who were originally incompatible with the ghost world appear.

With Xue An's strength, this monk naturally didn't notice anything.

Soon, he walked down the slope, came to an official road, and then strode forward.

The official road is very wide, and it can be seen from the ruts and footprints on the ground that people should often walk here.

But the strange thing is that the two sides of the official road are quiet, and there are even villages that appear occasionally, but there are no people inside.

Seeing this, the monk sighed slightly and could only move on.

finally.

After walking for more than half a day, a small town shop appeared beside the official road in front.

It is said to be a town store, but it is actually not much bigger than a village.

But at least there are traces of life here.

Seeing this, the monk walked towards the town shop with a dull head.

It was already dusk at this moment, and the bleak light outlined patches of shadows that were too thick to melt away for the town store beside the ancient road.

It's time to hold the lights.

But when the monk went to the town shop, he saw that every window was dark, and even the few open doors were heavily closed after seeing him coming.

The monk didn't move his eyebrows, walked slowly through the street, and came to the middle of the town shop, but he saw the whole town was dead silent.

The darkness is eroding the earth bit by bit,