Chapter 132: Ancient Demon Battlefield

Ouyang Lie was stunned at first, then let out a heavy sigh of relief.

That Lu Ren would see through his Secret Technique was completely outside his expectations, but Lu Ren killing Ouyang Lie was something he had begun to meticulously calculate the moment he rarely encountered someone capable of killing Ouyang Lie.

Now, Ouyang Lie's skin was finally in his hands.

Ouyang Lie lowered his eyes faintly, covering the gleam that flashed through his eyes.

He almost no longer remembered what his own name was, and the skin of Chounu was also something he had plundered.

Whenever his lifespan was about to be exhausted, he would meticulously select his next host.

This Ouyang Lie, a young master with little brain, decent talent, and an excellent background, was the target he had meticulously selected this time.

Now it seemed he was indeed correct.

However, he still did not completely let down his guard.

He dared not reveal his surging ambition and could only lower his head, "Many thanks to the Lu Family Head for being willing to keep this secret for me. If the Family Head has any matters requiring my assistance in the future, I will certainly do my meager best."

He was very nervous.

Lu Ren looked at him, his gaze flickering, not knowing what exactly he was thinking. Suddenly, he smiled and beckoned, "There really is something I need your help with; lean your ear over."

He summoned Ouyang Lie and whispered in his ear. Ouyang Lie's expression changed from disbelief to a daze, and only after a long while did he swallow his saliva.

"I understand."

"Go." Lu Ren waved his hand, letting him leave.

Ouyang Lie was almost immediately as if granted amnesty; he bowed at once and turned to leave.

After he left, Lu Ren took a deep look at the direction he had departed in, put away his soul, and took out the Compass.

The Compass moved according to Lu Ren's will.

Although there were dangers along this journey, as far as he was concerned, it could not be considered too wretched.

However, the closer he approached the location where the Black Tortoise was, the more uncomfortable Qiongqi became.

His pupils began to be dyed red, and he shook his large head as if he were drunk.

"Something is wrong, Master!" Qiongqi, barely sober, threw off the old turtle that had already begun gnawing on his fur and pressed the old turtle under his backside.

"The aura here is problematic! Even the old turtle has been affected. This thing—I just saw myself in a trance seemingly destroying Tianxuan. This thing, this thing..."

His speech was disjointed, and he could no longer speak clearly.

Lu Ren raised his hand and waved, directly taking back the old turtle and Qiongqi.

He was actually somewhat curious.

It could affect the soul and trigger ferocity, yet he himself felt nothing at all, while Qiongqi and the Black Tortoise, as Demon Beasts, were the most deeply affected.

Was it because it specifically targeted Demon Beasts, or because the two of them possessed all three roots of greed, hatred, and ignorance?

Even though the performance of Qiongqi and the Black Tortoise was very alarming, Lu Ren had no intention of stopping.

He strode forward, and the closer he walked, the more he could feel that Demon Qi and Demon aura, which were like mucus, extremely viscous, and tightly entwined around every wisp of Spirit Power in the air.

Spirit Power, Demon power, and Demon aura mixed in the air.

The mingled auras were chaotic and unbearable.

No wonder the performance of Qiongqi and the Black Tortoise was so wretched.

A trace of caution flashed in Lu Ren's eyes.

There was something ahead.

This feeling was not the first time he had encountered it, but what he encountered this time was clearly much denser than what he had met before.

And it was also more dangerous.

A name jumped directly into Lu Ren's mind.

He was absolutely certain.

There was only this one possibility! The Demon Battlefield! Ahead, it was definitely the Demon Battlefield; otherwise, it would be impossible to have such intense Demon Qi.

As Lu Ren approached step by step, his expression also became increasingly grave.

Until he finally walked to the edge.

Demon Qi.

Boundless Demon Qi was spreading, howling, and showing off its power on the battlefield.

This Demon Qi, which had no one to manipulate it, was not a trap deliberately buried, but merely the remnants of a past battlefield. Everywhere were bones that could be seen at a glance.

There were those of the Human Race, and even more of the Demon Race. The skeletons of the Demon Beasts were incomparably huge, and the glistening white bone frames had long since turned jade-like, shimmering with crystal clarity.

However, the pervasive Demon Qi was by no means to be underestimated.

On the bones that were once glistening like white jade, there were traces of Demon Qi corrosion that looked like scars and also like black spots.

The skeletons of the Human Race were the narrowest and most slender.

And most of the human bones were almost all snapped.

Only a few stood proudly in the Demon Battlefield, facing the Demon Qi.

Even though their flesh and blood had been completely corroded, and even though the people had long since died, their skeletons inherited their proud bones, standing tall and unyielding on the battlefield filled with Demon Qi.

A soul-shaking spirit almost shimmered with visible radiance upon them.

These were the great powers of the ancient Human Race.

They were even more peerless experts of the Human Race.

On their remaining skeletons, their pressure radiated without any obstruction.

Emperor Realm! God Venerable! And even...

Something higher that could not be fathomed! The lowest was at least a God Venerable.

Moreover, this was merely the pressure they left behind after their deaths.

It was impossible to speculate just how powerful they were when they were alive.

Other than them being great experts of the Human Race from the ancient era, there is no second possibility.

In contrast to that, these are the remains of the Demon Race, whose bodies were once formidable.

The Demon Qi is dense and chilling.

It appears all the more terrifying.

But compared to the corpses of the Human Race experts, these Demon Race powerhouses basically do not have a single intact body either.

Everywhere on the battlefield are rolling severed heads.

Scattered limbs.

The bones of the Human Race experts are almost all jade-white, having long since transformed from bone into jade, while the Demon Race powerhouses... relying on the characteristics and innate talents of their race, most of their remains do not decay, and their spiritual energy does not possess corrosiveness, so they appear all the more terrifying.

And they make one feel even more disgusted at heart.

"... What exactly is going on here?"

"What a terrifying pressure!"

"How could there be so many of the Demon Race... they actually look as if they are still alive!?"

The voices of others speaking reached his ears, and Lu Ren looked back indifferently.

While he was silently observing this Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang, a considerable number of people had also gathered around this massive Demon Battlefield.

Visibly, there were nine people together with him.

Further away, there must be others who have arrived here as well.

Everyone landed in different locations within the Secret Realm, but this Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang is likely located near the center of the Secret Realm; otherwise, it would not have attracted so many people.

The person speaking had two goat-horn braids tied on her head and was wearing a red robe; she was dainty and cute, appearing to be only seven or eight years old.

Her pair of small hands were tightly clutching the hem of the man beside her, and she looked exceptionally terrified.

Although she looked like a young girl, the shrewdness and wisdom in those eyes were definitely not something a child would possess.

"... Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang, how could it be the Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang! To think that a Shang Gu Mo Zhan Chang still remains in this world!"

The man beside the young girl was so shocked he nearly pulled out his own goatee.

He stepped forward several times in succession.

One step.

He stepped into the inner edge of the Demon Battlefield.

A sudden change occurred.

(End of this chapter)