The spiritual consciousness was protruded, and in a moment he detected the items in the storage ring clearly. Looking at the pill and spirit stone inside, Ling Tian was very excited for a moment.

Although his storage ring is filled with spiritual stones and a lot of pills, it was given by his father, and he got it himself, so it feels different.

"Tsk tsk, a third-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, several third-grade spiritual pills, the harvest is pretty good. No wonder the monks are so keen to come here even though they know that the ancient battlefield is extremely dangerous." Ling Tian finally understood the words of coexisting danger and opportunities in the ancient battlefield.

Although any of the items on Ling Tian, ​​Hua Min'er and others are of spiritual weapon level, most of them are due to Ling Yun's gift. On the poor cultivation star of Tianmu Star, even spiritual stones are rare, let alone spiritual weapon level treasures.

It can be said that the vast majority of monks on the Tianmu Star do not have spiritual weapons as their natal alchemy tools. This is no wonder why they came to the ancient battlefield. Most of them just wanted to find a spiritual weapon that suits them.

"The reconstruction of Lingxiao Pavilion requires a lot of work. I have no shortage of martial arts and spirit stones, but there are not many treasure elixirs and so on. It seems that I have to collect the storage rings well." Ling Tian pondered slightly and made such a decision.

Thinking of it, Ling Tian put the red flying sword into the storage ring. He thought about it, and a golden flame overflowed from his fingers. Then he thought of the bones and burned them, which could be regarded as giving him a cremation to prevent his bones from being exposed to the red sand.

After doing all this, Ling Tian continued to rush, but his spiritual consciousness was always exploring to find the treasures and weapons left by the monks, etc.

Time flies, and the night is heavily pressed, and the ancient battlefield is dark, and the day passes like this.

Ling Tian originally wanted to travel day and night, but the night of the ancient battlefield was extremely dangerous. Black clouds filled with raging breath of gods and demons, which could greatly prevent spiritual consciousness from detecting, so it was inconvenient to walk at night.

Moreover, the ancient battlefield was full of resentful spirits. Although Lingtian Buddhist martial arts were pursuing, his body was filled with golden light and he was not afraid of resentful spirits, he didn't want to be too arrogant. There might be a very terrifying existence on the ancient battlefield, so he didn't dare to take this risk.

He found a small hill that could cover up the wind and sand, and Ling Tian used the materials on the ground, used the rocks as the base of the formation, and provided energy with the spirit stones. He set up some guardian formations. Then he sacrificed the magic weapon of the house, scanned the spiritual consciousness, and saw that there was nothing unusual, he entered it.

The magic weapon of the house flashed for a moment, and then disappeared.

In the magic weapon of the house, Ling Tian sat cross-legged and spread his harvest today on the ground.

Suddenly, the sun shone everywhere and treasures filled the house, which was as bright as daylight.

Ling Tian was quite excited when he looked at Lin's dazzling array of weapons and storage rings.

"There are thirty-six weapons, and the lowest level is also the first-class spiritual weapon. There are more than 100 storage rings. Please check what it is inside when you have time."

During the day, Ling Tian's spiritual consciousness scanned the ground all the time. Perhaps because no one passed by, he gained a lot. At first, he would also check out what was in the storage ring with great enthusiasm. However, after looking at more than a dozen, he became numb and didn't even bother to check it out, so he threw them into a storage ring.

For those weapons scattered outside, he was too lazy to even watch them at the level of spiritual weapons. Even so, he also gained more than 30 weapons in one day.

Ling Tian was not the most happy about this harvest. His greatest harvest was the rapid growth of mental cultivation. Due to the constant release of spiritual consciousness, although his spiritual consciousness consumed a lot, it was more condensed. His mental cultivation showed signs of breaking through to the Great Perfection of the Sword Fetus.

"It seems that using spiritual consciousness is also beneficial. The soul can be enhanced quickly, and the invisible central spirit is also condensed a lot." Ling Tian murmured, his eyes full of joy.

He put the things in front of him back into the storage ring, Ling Tian closed his eyes and began to practice.

His two techniques were activated at the same time, and some of his spiritual consciousness was immersed in the formation perception. This was not over yet. He did not forget to release a wisp of spiritual consciousness to detect the situation outside at any time.

It is quite easy to use it with one mind and multiple uses. This is the benefit of spiritual cultivation over spiritual cultivation.

Not to mention Ling Tian is immersed in cultivation for the time being, let’s talk about Hua Min’s three daughters. They chased Xiao Ling and flew quickly, and they never stopped for a moment, as fast as lightning.

If an elder shows that they dare to fly at night, they will be shocked and think that they are too bold and do not know how to live or die.

Perhaps because they had just entered the ancient battlefield, they were very lucky to not encounter any terrifying existence. They just met a few lonely souls and resentful spirits entangled. However, under the Prajna Palm of Hua Min'er, they did not make any big waves, and they were all shot away by Hua Min'er.

"Oh, we have been chasing for so long and haven't caught up yet. That boy Ling Tian won't be rushing at night. If that's the case, I'm afraid we won't be able to catch up with him at our level." Yao Yu said, his face full of worry. Although she spoke, she did not stop and was still very fast.

Jin Sha'er's spiritual consciousness was released, and after asking Xiaoling for a moment, he relieved Yao Yu's concerns: "He was not on the way, Xiaoling responded, we were getting closer and closer to Ling Tian, ​​and he must be unable to move forward."

"Well, Brother Ling Tian usually needs to practice at night, this is his habit." Hua Min'er said. She knew Ling Tian better and naturally knew his habits.

"Oh, then we still have a chance to catch up with him." Yao Yu nodded.

"Go quickly and go, maybe we will catch up with him tomorrow. I really want to know what his expression would be when he sees us." A curious brilliance appeared in Jin Sha'er's eyes.

Suddenly, Hua Min'er frowned slightly. She always felt that someone was peeping at them, but when she dispersed her spiritual consciousness to detect it, nothing appeared.

"Min'er, what's wrong with you?" Yao Yu asked, and she noticed Hua Min'er's abnormality.

"I always feel that someone is peeking at us, but the spiritual consciousness is spreading but there is no abnormality. It's so strange."

"Oh, is that?" Jin Sha'er said, and a surge of spiritual consciousness surged out.

After a while, the spiritual consciousness returned, she shook her head and said, "I can't detect anything, Yao Yu, where are you?"

Yao Yu shook her head, obviously she didn't feel it either.

"Neither of us feels it, only you feel it yourself. It should be that you have the resentment of a resentful spirit on you." Jin Sha'er looked clear.

"The resentment of the resentful spirit? What's going on?" Hua Min'er and Yao Yu didn't understand why.

"Master once told me that after the resentful spirit is killed, the remaining thoughts will follow the person who killed it. You feel that someone is peeping, it should be because of them." Jin Sha'er explained.

"Oh, that's it. You have taken action against those resentful spirits, Min'er. It seems that you are being plagued by "resentful ghosts". You have to be careful, hehe." Yao Yu covered his mouth and chuckled, teasing Hua Min'er.

"There will be no danger, right?" Hua Min'er frowned slightly, and she kept looking at her side, looking worried.

"Haha, I didn't see you scared when you started." Looking at Hua Min'er's careful appearance, Jin Sha'er was very amused, but looking at Hua Min'er glaring at her, she looked up and said, "It's okay, it will naturally disappear after a while. Besides, you still practice Buddhist techniques, so there will be no problem."

"Oh, since it's okay, let's continue on the road." As she said that, Hua Min'er accelerated the journey, and she was eager to see Ling Tian.

Yao Yu and Jin Sha'er looked at each other and then followed quickly.

Long Shun, who followed Hua Min'er and others, frowned slightly. He thought that Hua Min'er was too sensitive and almost found him. Then he didn't dare to get too close, and chased after him more carefully.

Huang Se smiled coldly and continued to follow.

I don’t know the time during my practice. When Ling Tian woke up, it was already bright. He stretched out his body, then collected the magic weapon of the house and continued on his way.

“Hu…hu…”

Before he could walk far, Ling Tian was attracted by a whistling sound. He stopped and listened. After a moment, his expression changed drastically and he murmured: "I can't be so bad, I just came to the ancient battlefield and encountered the most terrifying existence in the desert in one day."

I saw red sand flying in front of Ling Tian, ​​covering the entire sky. A huge wave of energy came out. This was the notorious Red Sand Storm on the ancient battlefield.

The red sand storm formed a huge sand column roll, like a giant dragon whirling rapidly, whistling everywhere, red sand raging and rocks hit the sky. Even the huge rocks a hundred feet high were not spared and were easily rolled up, and then they were torn to pieces by the huge wind force, and eventually turned into stone chips.

With such tearing power, even the masters of the Nascent Soul and even the Demonic Stage can't resist it.

At this time, Ling Tian was nearly a hundred kilometers away from the storm, but he still clearly felt a powerful energy rolling towards him, and a sense of powerlessness arose.

"No, you can't resist head-on, you have to go around." Looking at the invincible storm, Ling Tian made a judgment in an instant.

Thinking of it, he sacrificed the blue sea jade flute and rushed to the side as fast as possible, trying to bypass the storm.

The red sand storm has a diameter of dozens of kilometers, with a large range of sweeping, and it moves very quickly. In just a moment, it approached more than ten kilometers.

"The storm is too fast." Ling Tian frowned.

At this moment, strong wind was blowing beside Ling Tian. He stood in the blue sea, like a kite with a broken string, swaying unsteadily.

As he said that, his spiritual energy was circulating rapidly, and his whole body was filled with golden light, faster. He rushed out dozens of kilometers in an instant, and was about to bypass the storm and escape from the sky.

But before Ling Tian could be happy, he was stunned by the following situation, and he felt a urge to curse.

"Damn it, there are actually some." Ling Tian was furious.

I saw a larger red sand storm coming from behind the red sand storm that had just passed by. It was not over yet. Ling Tian looked at him and there were no less than ten storms on the red desert that was a radius of thousands of miles.

A dozen red sand storms whistled, covering all this area. With Ling Tian's degree, I'm afraid there would be no time to escape.

If you can't hide, you can't escape. If you force yourself to rush, you will undoubtedly be looking for death. Ling Tian was so angry that his cold sweat instantly wet his whole body. The strong wind blew the red sand, making him look dirty and in a mess.

"What to do?!" Ling Tian was anxious.

Suddenly, Ling Tian's eyes lit up and his face was full of joy: "It's not possible to go to heaven, it seems that he can only go to the ground."

As he said that, his right hand condensed into a fist, and a huge golden fist shadow appeared - the Arhat fist hit the sand hard.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a large pit nearly a hundred feet deep appeared. Red sand flew up and landed on Ling Tian's body and mouth, but he had no time to take care of it. He jumped directly into the pit, and then blasted out with a palm, and the red sand flowed, burying him at the bottom of the pit.
Chapter completed!