Chapter 293 Bloody battlefield, meeting an old friend

Yang Che's expression was extremely solemn.

From a distance, he could already sense the gap in strength between the two monks.

Although there are few disciples of the Ancient Corpse Sect, the ancient blood corpses are too powerful.

It is precisely the existence of these ancient blood corpses that often causes the Corpse Slayer and Demon Slayer Alliance to suffer disastrous defeats one after another.

The large formation that was originally a thousand miles in scope has now been reduced to a few hundred miles in radius.

Because the manpower to host the formation is constantly decreasing.

There are not enough manpower to maintain such a huge formation, and the situation is naturally getting worse.

Yang Che and Qing'er prepared to forcefully cross the battlefield and enter the formation.

Since the main battlefield of both sides is mainly in mid-air, there are very few people on the ground at this moment.

Yang Che walked slowly and indifferently through the messy mountain forest.

His consciousness had already scanned it, and he also discovered a few auras of monks from the Qing Sword Sect that he felt were vaguely familiar.

Yang Che was thinking about whether to ask them.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky.

He vomited blood and died, with strong unwillingness and a hint of numbness in his eyes.

Yang Che vaguely recognized that this person seemed to be wearing the clothes of a Lingxia Palace disciple.

Keep moving forward.

Soon, another figure fell from the sky.

This time it was actually the monk from Wulong Valley.

Yang Che was quite familiar with the clothing of Wulong Valley disciples.

Even after decades, the black disciple's robes still haven't changed much.

This disciple has not yet died. Although he is seriously injured, he is still holding on for breath.

After seeing Yang Che and Qing'er, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, but before he died, he mumbled to them: "You two...be careful..."

Qing'er's eyes turned red instantly.

She looked towards Yang Che, her whole body trembling slightly, and whispered: "Senior, why do we..."

However, before she could finish her words, another figure crashed down from the sky.

This time it wasn't a fall, but a smash.

He is also a monk from Wulong Valley, who is in the late stage of foundation building.

Yang Che looked indifferent.

However, after seeing clearly the appearance of this medium-sized monk in the late stage of foundation building, he suddenly felt shocked in his heart.

Although the monk was already showing signs of age, Yang Che still vaguely recognized this person from the outline of his face.

It was actually Situ Yu who was in charge of instructing low-level disciples in the valley when he entered Wulong Valley!

Yang Che had a very good impression of the elegant and gentle Senior Brother Situ Yu.

Because no matter what questions Yang Che asked him about regarding techniques and spells, Situ Yu answered them very patiently without showing the slightest hint of impatience.

This is true not only for him, Yang Che, but also for all low-level disciples. This has always made Yang Che admire him in his heart.

He quickly stepped forward, lifted Situ Yu up, took out a Yuan-protecting Pill and fed it into Situ Yu's mouth.

The power of the Yuan Protecting Pill was released, and Situ Yu's complexion gradually became much better.

"Fellow Taoist, are you...?"

Situ Yu couldn't see through Yang Che's cultivation, and seeing that Yang Che and Qing'er were very familiar with each other, he still remained a little wary despite his doubts.

Yang Che said gently: "May I ask if you are fellow Taoist Situ Yu?"

Situ Yu was startled, and the doubts in his eyes couldn't help getting thicker, but he still nodded slightly and said, "Situ Yu, fellow Taoist is...?"

After truly confirming Situ Yu's identity, Yang Che no longer had any doubts. He immediately poured out his mana, wrapped him up, and then quickly flew towards the rear of the Corpse Slayer and Demon Slayer Alliance, close to the formation.

On the way, Yang Che said: "My name is Zhang Gu. Fellow Taoist Situ may not know me. But I heard that Fellow Taoist Situ of Wulong Valley has very unique insights in magic in my early years. I have admired him for a long time, and I have never had the opportunity to meet him, but I didn’t expect that we would meet on this battlefield today.”

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhang Gu. Thank you very much for the gift of elixir."

Situ Yu said with a wry smile and a gentle tone.

He is still the elegant and gentle person in Yang Che's impression, but now there are more vicissitudes of life and the hatred that cannot be hidden in his eyes.

Until Situ Yu was taken back to the formation by the monks from the Corpse Slayer and Demon Slayer Alliance, Situ Yu was still thinking hard in his mind, who was Zhang Gu?

Yang Che stayed outside the formation and did not enter.

Instead, let Qing'er enter the formation and ask her to find out information about Master Zhang of the Fourth Sword Peak of the Qing Sword Sect.

Not long after Qing'er entered the battle, he met a young and handsome bald monk.

This monk has a pair of very beautiful black eyes.

When he saw Qing'er, he couldn't help but be startled for a moment. He clasped his hands together and asked politely: "Donor, are you..."

Qing'er returned the salute and said quickly: "Master, where are the people from the Qing Sword Sect?"

The bald monk could not help but point to the outside of the formation and said doubtfully: "The righteous monks outside who are resisting the Ancient Corpse Sect and the Demonic Path are from the Qingjian Sect."

"Oh, isn't there on Taiyan Peak?"

Qing'er said anxiously.

"Of course. But if you want to find them, it may be a bit far. If you are in a hurry, you might as well go to the battlefield to find them."

The bald monk's dark eyes rolled and he pointed outside the formation.

Qing'er thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the formation.

"Hey, girl, wait for me."

The bald monk immediately chased him out.

Yang Che waited quietly outside the formation for a while and saw Qing'er walking out quickly.

Then a bald monk followed Qing'er and chased him out.

When Yang Che saw it, his heart moved, and he felt that the bald monk looked more and more familiar.

He frowned slightly, and the sea of ​​memory surged. Soon, a name jumped out: Yuan Ruo!

The young novice monk back then had a pair of beady black eyes and a character that seemed to refuse to admit defeat, which left a deep impression on Yang Che.

Now decades have passed, and Yuanruo has become a handsome monk, and his cultivation has reached the advanced stage of foundation building.

It seems that this Yuanruo has probably taken some magical elixirs that can keep her appearance young, such as Zhuyan Dan.

Qing'er quickly walked up to Yang Che and was about to speak, but found that the young monk had followed him and couldn't help but hesitate.

Yang Che smiled and said, "Just tell me, it doesn't matter."

Qing'er then said: "Senior, this master said that there are indeed people from the Qingjian Sect on Taiyan Peak, but they are a bit far away. It is better to directly inquire about these Qingjian Sect monks on the battlefield. I also think this may be faster. Some."

Qing'er said, but she didn't dare to look into Yang Che's eyes, as if she was afraid that Yang Che would see through some of her little thoughts.

Yuan Ruo on the side naturally noticed the strangeness, and his eyes were full of confusion.

How could Yang Che not see Qing'er's selfishness, so he smiled lightly and said: "In that case, let me go and ask."

Then he turned to look at Yuan Ruo and said, "Master, are you ready to go to the battlefield to support us? If so, just come with me."

Yuan Ruo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but not wanting to lag behind, he immediately said loudly: "Of course I'm here to support, I believe we will win this time."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

I saw a group of monks from the Corpse Slayer and Demon Slayer Alliance, all looking miserable, being chased by tall ancient blood corpses, and they were all crumbling toward the formation.