"Who knows where this place is?"

Lin Weiran exited the spiritual realm, looked around at everyone and asked. There were hundreds of monks and more than a hundred monsters present, but they just stared at Lin Weiran.

In other words, he was greedy for the green bottle in Lin Weiran's hand. The moment the Thieving Sky bottle was opened, boundless life energy surged out.

In this space, there is almost no spiritual energy. Both monks and demons essentially need spiritual energy to practice.

These people came here for different reasons. Some of them have run out of human crystals and may not have absorbed spiritual energy for decades or hundreds of years.

"Master, don't you know where this is?" Lin Weiran turned and looked at the kind-faced monk Yin Xiu from the Great Buddha Temple.

Yin Xiu clasped his hands and said: "The poor monk only knows that this is a ten thousand-year-old battlefield, and those who come here can never leave again.

However, instead of focusing on where this place is, the poor monk feels that what the benefactor should do now is how to protect himself in front of all the benefactors."

Hundreds of monks, including demons, are all watching with eager eyes. Spiritual energy is a rare thing here, and both crystal stones and magic weapons containing spiritual energy are extremely precious.

Some people come here with crystal stones and magic weapons. If they are not cultivated enough, it will be miserable. This is the reason why ordinary people are not guilty, but they are guilty of carrying a jade.

"Little brother, we don't intend to make things difficult for you. How about giving me the spiritual treasure and another 30% of the crystal stones to ensure that you can survive?"

A group of monks with fierce faces spoke slowly. Lin Weiran glanced at them and saw that the two golden elixir stage monks were already very powerful here.

However, Lin Weiran shook his head and looked at Yin Xiudao: "Instead of giving it to you, I might as well give it to this master."

Lin Weiran has seen the cultivation level of the great monk Yin Xiu. He is a direct disciple of the Great Buddha Temple and can kill two or three golden elixir monks with one palm. He is considered a top golden elixir monk.

The group of monks in ragged clothes looked fierce and said: "Great monk, we have heard of your name. You used to hang out on the battlefield in the Eastern Territory, but this is the Central Territory, and you cannot be arrogant!"

Yin Xiu saw that he was turning his attention to himself and said quickly, "Amitabha, please don't misunderstand me. This poor monk is not arrogant, but if this donor is willing to give me something, there will be no problem."

"Great monk, you are too light to be alone. I know you are from the Great Buddha Temple. Others are afraid of you, but I, Gu Liangxia, am not afraid of you."

Another person spoke at the right time.

Lin Weiran's eyes narrowed slightly. This person's cultivation level was not weak, and he seemed to be slightly higher than Yin Xiu. Moreover, his tone seemed to have a certain origin.

"Oh? Gu Liang? It turns out that the benefactor is from Xixuan, a mere group of wandering cultivators, are they worthy of being compared with the Great Buddhist Temple?"

Yin Xiu's Zen sound was billowing all over his body, and when heard in people's ears, it sounded like thunder. People with weaker cultivation levels had already used their spiritual power to cover their ears.

"My sword hasn't been unsheathed for a long time."

Gu Liangxia's expression remained unchanged. As Yin Xiu said, Xixuan is an alliance of loose cultivators, but the Guliang family is not an ordinary family in Xixuan, and in terms of inheritance of cultivation, it is not necessarily weaker than the Great Buddha Temple.

"Don't be too anxious, everyone. It's such a treasure, and I, Tianhuan, are also interested in competing for it. You don't mind having more than one person, right?"

The person who spoke was the cleanest monk here. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a graceful demeanor. His clothes were all engraved with runes, and he was wearing a sixth-grade robe.

Tianhuan's weapon refining method is famous throughout the world of cultivation. They have the most thorough research on runes. Being able to wear a sixth-grade robe is obviously a high status.

"Tianhuan, Xixuan, Hanging Realm, damn, the ancient battlefield really has all kinds of monsters and monsters. If you add a Kunlun disciple, the four realms will be complete."

The monk who spoke first had already shut his mouth, and could only think in his heart that he and the others simply did not have the strength to intervene in the situation in front of them.

"Boy, who do you choose?"

Gu Liangxia, with a rough face, asked Lin Weiran in a deep voice. As soon as he finished speaking, both the great monk Yin Xiu and the monks from Tianhuan looked at Lin Weiran.

"What if I choose no one?"

As soon as Lin Weiran finished speaking, the scene fell silent for a while, but then many people showed strange smiles, because in their eyes, Lin Weiran had made the stupidest decision.

"We don't want crystals, we just want his golden elixir." The demons were also ready to move, and the monks seemed not to be surprised.

"Then there's nothing we can do!"

The Tianhuan monk said regretfully.

Gu Liangxia had already pulled out the seventh-grade sword, and Yin Xiu silently took out a wooden fish. Among the many monks, he still had a rich background in the three realms.

"Being trapped here for so many years, most of you have lost your humanity. Now that I'm here, everything will change."

Lin Weiran came slowly, the brilliance condensed in his hand. The seventh-grade famous sword Tai'a Sword was held in his hand, and the surrounding light dimmed.

Ripples appeared in the space and spread in all directions. In an instant, Lin Weiran and everyone were in a special space.

In the sky above our heads, a full moon hangs high. It is entirely composed of sword energy, as if just looking at it will cause damage to the sword energy.

"This realm is the [Nine Heaven Sword Realm]. I forgot to mention it. I am from Kunlun. My surname is Lin Qian. I am the chief disciple of the third generation."

Lin Weiran's figure appeared in the sky out of thin air, with the full moon on his back, and the boundless sword energy condensed into real swords, with the sword tips facing everyone.

"He understood [the world]!"

"Kunlun? Okay, the four realms are here."

"The third generation chief is the disciple of the Kunlun Sect. Although he has a high status, I am very balanced in my heart. I surrender!"

Coming here means that it is impossible to go out again. Even the chief disciple of Kunlun will eventually die of old age in this ancient battlefield.

"Hey, I surrender too!"

"Chief Kunlun, oh, I'm so scared!"

"Amitabha, the same is true for poor monks."

First, a group of casual cultivators threw the magic weapons on the ground, and then the demons, as if they were used to this, surrendered without any trouble.

Yin Xiu, Gu Liangxia and several monks from Tianhuan were even more happy. They gathered the sword cultivators from the sword world and had absolute combat power here. It was better to surrender.

"What's going on?" Lin Weiran was stunned immediately. The sword world was all condensed. You surrender? Are the three realms so spineless?

Yin Xiu saw Lin Weiran's thoughts and said slowly: "Chief Lin, here, nothing is more important than survival. Only when necessary do we have to kill people, steal goods, and rob supplies. Most of the time, we are trying to stabilize Xiu." Just in case I can get out."

Gu Liangxia said: "If you give me crystals, I can help you every day. We even wish there was someone in charge. It would be best to distribute crystals regularly like the sect."

"Dream!" Monk Tianhuan said coldly.

Then his attitude changed and he showed a kind smile: "Chief Lin, do you think my sixth-grade robe looks really good? I only need six hundred sixth-grade crystal stones, and I will take it off and give it to you right now!"

"Don't listen to him. Six hundred sixth-grade crystals? I can give you this seventh-grade sword. Magical weapons here are all rubbish."

Gu Liangxia was afraid that Lin Weiran would suffer.

Lin Weiran was silent. These people were ten times worse off than he imagined. Crystals and the like were the most real things, and Lin Weiran had no shortage of crystals.

"Let's talk about this later. I'll ask Master first where the ancient battlefield is." Lin Weiran entered the spiritual realm again and told the head of Kunlun the news he asked.

After a while, Lin Weiran received a reply from the leader. The ancient battlefield could only be entered but not exited. There was no such place in the Kunlun classics.

But what is certain is that it must be within the territory of Kunlun. Kunlun builds a spiritual realm. The coverage does not spread to the entire world of cultivation, but is limited to the Kunlun realm.

Although Lin Weiran's specific location is not known yet, Kunlun's ability will find it sooner or later. The most important thing is that Lin Weiran is safe now, which is enough.

Lin Weiran's disappearance for a year worried many people, especially Zhen Mengling, the head of Kunlun, Zhen Tiancheng and others who were frantically looking for Lin Weiran.

After reporting for safety and chatting with Zhen Mengling for a long time, Lin Weiran exited the spiritual realm, while Gu Liangxia, Yin Xiu and others all looked surprised.

"Chief Lin, can you contact the outside world?"

Yin Xiu and Gu Liangxia couldn't help but ask.

"What is this spiritual realm?"

The Tianhuan monk also looked curious.

Lin Weiran said: "It's similar to the Ten Finger Prison. As long as the Kunlun sword cultivator understands the sword's intention, he can sense the spirit realm and know the news from the outside world in the spirit realm."

"Ten finger prison? That's it."

A demon clan member understood immediately after hearing this.

The Ten Finger Prison is very magical and can be entered with spiritual consciousness. Unfortunately, in the ancient battlefield, their spiritual consciousness is not strong enough so they cannot sense the Ten Finger Prison.

"Chief Lin, Brother Lin, could you please ask your fellow sect members to tell Tianhuan that we are here? My name is Li Zhen."

Tianhuan monk, Li Zhen said urgently.

"And I, Xi Xuan Valley Liang Xia, all know it!"

"Amitabha, a great Buddhist temple without Yin Xiu is not really a great Buddhist temple. The poor monk is willing to give the seven-grade wooden fish to the benefactor and ask the benefactor to spread the news."

Yin Xiu is very enlightened. He was born in a great Buddhist temple, and he understands best the true meaning that Buddha only prays for those who are destined to him. This fate is indescribable to him.

Gu Liangxia learned to say: "I only have a knife!"

Lin Weiran smiled slightly: "You are serious, how can I accept your things? As long as you promise me one thing, I promise that as long as I can go out, I will definitely take you with me."

Yin Xiu had a bad premonition, "Chief Lin, I don't know what you want us to do? It's hard for us to help you with our low cultivation level, but my master is a reclusive elder of the Great Buddha Temple, I can ask him..."

Lin Weiran interrupted: "No need to bother, my matter is very simple, as long as you voluntarily allow me to leave a restriction in the sea of ​​consciousness."

"What? Restricted!"

"This is not Kunlun's style!"

"You...you are from the demon side, right?"

Gu Liangxia, Yin Xiu, and Li Zhen were all stunned. No one expected that Lin Weiran's little request was so "simple."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Li Zhen refused without hesitation.
To be continued...