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Chapter 280: Primordial Battlefield!

Chapter 280: Primordial Battlefield!

There were rumours that the peculiar phenomenon of Chaos was because the Supreme Master of the Human race fought in Nanzhou during the ancient years.

Dao Sovereign and even the mythical figures above Tao Sovereign collided fiercely, leaving behind waves, affecting the space of this large area.

Those spatial turbulences were those teleportation formations established by the Supreme Master when the war started.

It was just that the endless years had passed, and the formation patterns had been wiped out, leaving only some remnants, barely exerting a weak effect.

Of course, this was just a rumour and couldn’t be taken seriously.

But in the Chaotic Realm, it was true that there was a mysterious forbidden area, which was considered to be a forbidden zone.

Located in the centre of the Chaotic Realm, spanning 100,000 miles, few cultivators were willing to approach it, unless it was a cultivator who was about to die, who wanted to fight, only then would he enter this place. This was the Primordial Battlefield, one of the most terrifying secret places in Nanzhou.

On a spirit boat, the old cultivator punting the boat carefully steered, and the formation pattern was activated, wrapping the whole body of the boat.

This was a special kind of magic in Chaos, which contained the power of space rules, preventing cultivators from being drawn into space turbulence by mistake.

Of course, the price was also quite expensive, and not foolproof.

Because this was just a small boat, the price was relatively cheap, and it could only fight against some small spatial turbulence.

If it encountered large space turbulences, the old cultivator who punted the boat would also be caught in it.

“Brother, are you going to the Primordial Battlefield?”

As the old cultivator spoke, he peeked at him. This strange young cultivator looked vigorous, not at all on the verge of dying.

As soon as he came up, he opened his mouth to go to the Primordial Battlefield.

The old monk was very curious and couldn’t help but ask.

This young cultivator was naturally Xuan Yi.

Although the dean repeatedly warned that the Primordial Battlefield was extremely dangerous, he told him not to take risks.

But Xuan Yi was still a little unwilling.

He didn’t mind retreating and cultivating, but according to the dean’s calculation, his Emperor Jijing wants to break through the Heavenly Kings Pass.

Even after thousands of years of work, he might not be able to breakthrough.

And there was no movement in the system, so Xuan Yi had to go to Chaos first to see the situation on the Primordial Battlefield in person to make a decision again.

It was just that Xuan Yi’s face at this moment was very different from before.

He got a treasure from the dean, it was not a high-level item, and it was named [Gaitian Mask].

It was a four-rank magic weapon, which looked like a visor.

According to the dean, this was a strange thing that the old dean found in a secret realm while the old dean was still alive. It could conceal the cultivator’s aura and change his appearance.

Even the Heavenly Kings couldn’t see through it.

Xuan Yi had now become famous in Nanzhou, if he was truly exposed, the talents who would come to challenge would fill the sky.

Even if Chaos was different from elsewhere, where cultivators had always had little contact with the outside world, the talents would continue to challenge him.

Xuan Yi came here to seek opportunities, and was not interested in fighting.

So wearing this visor, all the way to retreat, only to show people the cultivation of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator, he came to the vicinity of the Primordial Battlefield.

The Primordial Battlefield, the horror of every Soul, the living dared not enter, and the dead couldn’t leave.

This was an ancient ballad, which had been circulated in the Chaos for many years, and even mortal children sang it.

Although the old cultivator was extraordinary, he was also extremely scared of the Primordial Battlefield. The spirit boat slowly landed, stopped at a remote ferry, and left in a hurry.

This place was still thousands of miles away from the Primordial Battlefield, which was far away for mortals, but for cultivators, it was just the distance it took for one to have a meal.

Therefore, the old cultivator didn’t cross the taboo, and after he took the money, he left quickly.

However, as soon as the old monk’s spirit boat left, waves suddenly appeared in the sky.

A terrifying spirit boat, like an abalone in a sea of ??clouds, broke through the thick clouds and landed.

The spirit boat stretched for hundreds of miles and was very overbearing. It landed directly on the ferry, and the storm rolled up and turned the entire ferry into ruins.

“Huh, it seems we were the first to arrive.”

An extraordinarily arrogant man walked off the giant boat. He was wearing a golden armour, and the elements danced behind him, turning into divine glory.

He was like an overlord who was arrogant and ignored the ferry that was destroyed by him. As for Xuan Yi, he didn’t take it seriously, and he walked towards the Primordial Battlefield.

“No, someone seems to be here first.”

Behind the man, several figures descended from the huge boat, two men and one woman, all the same as the man who got off the ship first.

Their aura were terrifying, looking at their appearance, all were under 30 years old, but everyone was in the King realm.

The one who spoke was a woman in a white dress, standing tall, like a fairy, sweeping her vision past Xuan Yi.

She frowned when she saw the broken ferry, but she didn’t say much.

“It’s just a small sea, ants are not worth mentioning.”

The other man spoke, arrogantly.

“For this person to arrive before me, just kill him off.”

The last man who got off the boat spoke faintly.

He was dressed in Tsing Yi, hovering like an immortal, but what he said was extremely cold, and he did not forget to remind the other people.

“Don’t forget the command of the teacher, don’t leak the news.”

Before he finished his words, the man in Tsing Yi had already raised his hand. The spirit essence surged, and a cyan flood dragon flew out.

As soon as it fell towards Xuan, he would be killed here.

Xuan raised his brow and sneered.

He didn’t want to make a move, and he deliberately kept his name anonymous, but he didn’t expect that someone would come to the door by himself.

Zheng!

Xuan Yi drew his sword, not the Fen Ji sword, it was too conspicuous and went against his original intention.

It was just an ordinary long sword, not even the fifth rank, it was just a fourth rank magic weapon.

In the sky, the man in Tsing Yi sneered and became more and more contemptuous of Xuan Yi.

But his smile quickly froze on his face, because Xuan Yi lightly swung his sword, and the amazing dragon was broken.

It turned jnto a piece of spiritual essence, returning to the heaven and earth.

“How can it be!”

The man in Tsing Yi’s face drained, and he made his own moves. In that blow, he should not talk about opening the sea, or the ordinary Origin King realm cultivators would also fall.

But even the weird young man couldn’t get close in front of him, and he was pierced by sword energy in mid-air.

“You have some ways, no wonder dare to approach the Primordial Battlefield, but that’s it!”

With a loud bang, the man in Tsing Yi made an all-out effort, and he sacrificed a silver pagoda, radiating thousands of feet of light.