Chapter 1347： battlefield

Because this world is closely adjacent to the ghost world, it didn't take much time to cross this time.

And with the growth of strength, Xue An can now easily cope with this short-distance void shuttle.

finally.

In the turbulent void and turbulent flow, a barrier exuding a light gray brilliance finally appeared.

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

There is no sound.

This layer of space barrier was like soap bubbles, and Xue An passed straight through without obstruction.

And when I crossed this barrier, what came to my face was an extremely strong **** air.

This **** air is so strong that it rushes straight into the lungs after it penetrates through the nostrils, making it nauseating.

The key is that this **** air is very strange, and it is also mixed with a very stale musty smell.

It is like the taste of countless flesh and blood piled up together, and after a long period of fermentation, it has been dug up again.

Even Xue An wrinkled his eyebrows slightly by the smell, and with a wave of his hand, the smell was isolated.

At this moment, Xue An is in the sky, with a large **** 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 but numb his scalp, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

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

These corpses were obviously just dead, and some hadn't even solidified their blood.

And from the numerous wounds on their bodies and the broken swords, it can be seen that this is obviously a battlefield.

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

This expression is so painful that even their facial features are distorted.

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

Branches of white-boned arms stretched out from the black earth soaked in blood, pointed diagonally at the sky, and were illuminated by the bleak sunlight, emitting a strange white luster.

The evil wind blew through, these arms swayed, like undead ghost flags, adding a bit of demonic air to this battlefield.

Xue An was somewhat silent.

He walked high above the sky, but he got more and more frightened as he walked.

Because of the vast area of ​​this battlefield, it must be at least a hundred miles in radius.

And within this hundred miles, the number of bones is astonishing.

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 dead, but they did not give birth to even the slightest ghost.

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 the baptism of years, but there are still ghosts lingering.

What's more, here is the ghost world with the heaviest atmosphere.

But there is no ghost on this battlefield.

The only thing there is that soaring resentment.

Xue An was thoughtful. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that a figure was standing on the edge of the battlefield.

people?

Xue An's eyes moved slightly.

Because such a strong resentment filled the world, Xue An's spiritual thoughts were also greatly affected, so he just didn't notice the existence of people here.

But what is he doing?

Xue An didn't make a difference, his figure flickered, disappeared, and walked a distance.

When he could see this person's appearance clearly, Xue An couldn't help but startled slightly.

Because this man is wearing a gray cloth monk's clothes, his head can be seen, he is a monk!

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

Following his chanting, but seeing a little faint golden light drifting away, the grievances disappeared wherever he passed, and even the hideous and terrifying expressions of these corpses eased down, as if they were relieved.

Upon seeing this, Xue An's eyes flickered.

Next to a battlefield in the ghost world, a monk is chanting scriptures to save the dead. How do you look at this scene is a bit inconsistent.

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

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

Finally, the monk slowly stopped chanting, raised his head and looked at the vast battlefield, with a touch of compassion on his face, then folded his palms and bowed deeply before turning away.

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

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

Xue An had met many Buddha-cultivation powers when he was a goddess, and even witnessed the relics left by the power of the Buddha-cultivation line, and he was very impressed.

But although Buddhism is widely distributed among the heavens, it can only exist as a pure belief in many places because of the particularity of its practice, without much strength.

But Xue An never expected that in this ghost world belonging to the dark line, there should be Buddha cultivation.

You must know that Xue An had never encountered these Buddhas when he was in the ghost world before.

Moreover, Xue An discovered that this monk, who looks mediocre and has mediocre aptitude, has a breath that is completely different from other Buddhist cultivation.

Although it is the same as Zhongzheng and peace, but there is an atmosphere of compassion and compassion.

Xue An moved slightly in his heart, and then quietly followed.

He wanted to see what changes had taken place in the ghost world today.

Even the Buddha cultivation who was incompatible with the ghost world appeared.

With Xue An's strength, the monk naturally felt ignorant.

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

The official road is very wide, as can be seen from the rut footprints on the ground, there should be people walking around here often.

What is strange is that the official roads are quiet on both sides, and even villages appear occasionally and there are no people inside.

Upon seeing this, the monk sighed slightly, and could only move on to finally.

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

Said to be a town shop, in fact, it is not much bigger than a village.

But at least there are traces of life here.

Upon seeing this, the monk headed towards the town shop.

It was already dusk now, and the bleak light had drawn shadows that were too thick to dissolve for the town shop beside this ancient road.

It's time to palm the lamp.

But when the monk walked to the shop in this town, he saw that the windows of every house were dark, and even the few open doors were closed after seeing his arrival.

The monk walked slowly across the street without moving his eyes. When he arrived in the middle of the shop, he saw the deathly silence of the whole town.

Darkness is eroding the earth a little bit,