Chapter 2586 Battle Plane

Fengtian Palace finally selected tens of thousands of saints from various sects and tribes.

These saints are not instant versions. They all have deep foundations, stable Taoist hearts, and have the opportunity to cultivate their origins.

Of course, it's just a chance.

The saints who can comprehend the source and then make a normal breakthrough to the ancient saints are often only one in a thousand.

In addition to tens of thousands of saints, more than three hundred ancient saints from Fengtian Palace also actively participated in this grand event.

Naturally, these include Brother Cheng's acquaintances, such as Lan Xi, Ming Shu, Bai Luozhen, and Yi Chang.

10,799 people followed Jiang Cheng into the Tianshou Stone and appeared directly on the silver-gray disk.

Looking at the 10,800 passages around them, everyone was amazed.

"What the hell is this place?"

"It shouldn't be dangerous, right?"

"It's hard to say, but in order to help Leader Jiang, we are duty-bound!"

"Maybe there's a chance there?"

"Everyone, don't worry."

This time it was rare for Brother Cheng to find someone to help. Although the role was to explore the way, he still had to show the proper expression.

"No matter how dangerous it is inside, as long as you die inside, I, Jiang, will try my best to revive you after the incident!"

If anyone else said this, no one would believe it.

After all, the weakest one here is the Holy Lord.

No matter how well you practice the Rules of Life, resurrecting a creature of this level is still very difficult, not to mention there are many ancient saints here.

However, it would be another matter if it were promised by the leader Jiang, who was recognized as the most powerful person in the Yuanxian world.

"With Senior Jiang's words, we feel more at ease."

"I didn't say anything, I will go all out this time!"

Soon, everyone arranged the passage for everyone to enter.

Jiang Cheng said a temporary farewell to Lan Xi, and after watching her disappear, he entered the last unchosen passage.

As soon as he stepped into it, he quickly felt the breath of blood and fire, mixed with the flavors of chilling, violent, heavy and cruel.

Looking as far as the eye can see, the sky ahead is heavy, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

It seems that it must be vented in order to feel free.

Not far away, many figures appeared in the field of vision.

After Brother Cheng entered here, he regarded it as a secret realm with many levels. When he saw these figures, he naturally regarded it as monsters blocking the road.

But after taking a closer look, I realized that I seemed to have guessed wrong.

In front are two armies from the secular world.

There were tens of thousands of people on both sides, fighting each other at this time, not for him.

But seeing the battle flags fluttering, the battle formations circling and crisscrossing, people were turning on their backs, and blood and residual limbs were splashing wantonly.

The dust and dust all over the sky seemed to be dyed into the color of fire.

"what's the situation?"

"I can feel the power of the origin of the world here. Logically speaking, there should be immortals everywhere. Why are there still battles in the secular world?"

He watched it in mid-air for a while and gradually lost interest.

After all, this kind of battle doesn't mean much to him.

Continuing to fly forward, after crossing several mountain ridges, he saw another city.

The first scene that came into view was three or five people fighting each other.

The swords of both sides were unsheathed, and the fight was lively.

There were no onlookers nearby, because all the people in the city, regardless of men, women, old or young, regardless of their dress or occupation, were all fighting.

Some are singles, and some are group fights.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng could clearly see that these people should be scattered separately and not a fight between two or several large forces.

It's just a spontaneous personal battle.

"Isn't it?"

He stopped in mid-air, looking down at the city below, like looking at a pot of boiling porridge.

Broken streets and collapsed houses can be seen everywhere throughout the city, and these people are like crazy.

"Are these people under a bloodthirsty curse?"

"Does it need to be like this?"

But soon, he was attracted by another detail.

Everyone who fights in this city has a certain level of cultivation, ranging from the Juyuan realm to the Dao Palace realm.

Compared to the previous two armies from the secular world, their strength was vastly different.

"Isn't this too strange?"

"It's just a few mountains apart, it's like a world apart."

"Huh? The world?"

He suddenly remembered something, and then continued flying forward.

Along the way, he saw more people.

These people are either fighting or on the way to fight.

It was as if they had nothing else to do except fight.

No need to live, no need to practice, just kill people when you see them.

Their battles are also varied, some are more formal, and there are also arenas and arenas. Others are not purely sword-fighting, but use some more complicated methods.

And their cultivation level is also rising step by step.

Jiang Cheng soon saw the True Immortal, the Immortal Emperor, the Venerable, the Taoist Saint...

As he continued to go deeper, he gradually saw some clues.

"Is this a world where fighting is everything?"

To confirm this speculation, he stopped.

Standing in the clouds, he looked at the melee between the four Holy Masters in the distance.

These four holy masters all have holy realms, but apart from slight differences in intensity, their holy realms are almost as if they were carved out of the same mold.

They are all derived from some kind of combat-type Tao.

In the fierce battle, Jiang Cheng still saw something strange.

Although they are all fighting the holy world, the four holy masters have different styles.

Some are extremely violent, while others are more profound.

After all, they are both fighting types, and everyone has different moods and understandings.

Jiang Cheng waited patiently until they decided the winner.

When one of them was defeated, his figure turned into flashing points of light all over the sky.

This also makes Brother Cheng more and more certain about another guess - this is not a real plane.

It's more like the simulated plane he encountered when he participated in the Road to Flowing Gold before. These people are not real creatures.

Dots of light in the sky fell on the person who had just won.

Then the winner's aura increased rapidly, and soon reached a level close to the peak Holy Lord.

"You still bring something like this?"

"Is this the way of cultivation in this world?"

"By defeating your opponent, can you improve your strength?"

Jiang Cheng was also well-informed and quickly accepted this weird plane rule.

He waved his hand forward, and the power of turmoil easily killed the three Holy Lords.

The three people turned into light spots all over the sky, but they did not fall towards him, the 'victor', as he thought.

Instead, it dissipated in mid-air and became invisible.

"I thought that under the rules of this plane, my strength could be improved, but it turned out that there was no benefit at all."

Brother Cheng was disappointed.

But before he could fly further forward, a violent light burst out in the void.

Countless light points gathered in mid-air, and then condensed into the outlines of three human figures.

When the light dissipated, three saints holding long swords appeared in front of him.