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Lin Feng looked at this scene and was terrified, if he hesitated, it was very likely that he would fall into the air.

"It seems that the growth of this sky vine wall should be based on the fruit of each Pantian tree...... Nature is like this, like a food chain, interdependent!"

Climbing quickly along the vines, Lin Feng came to the top of the vine wall in a moment.

There are no clouds and mist here, it is like a world of its own, full of spiritual power, and when you look up, it is a bright starry sky, as far as the eye can see, so vast that anyone feels small.

In addition, huge dark yellow flowers were blooming, but Lin Feng's attention had been attracted by the majestic mountain in the distance, which made him unimaginable that there was a mountain, above the vines!

"Could it be that the ruins of the Spirit Sect?"

Looking around, except for the mountain, there are flowers, but the flowers obviously grow from the vines......

Of course, whether it was or not, Lin Feng had no other choice, and after a little thought, he walked towards the giant mountain.

......

The giant mountain, like a creeping turtle, is huge.

But if you look at it from a higher place, you will find that this huge turtle starts from the Tianling Gai and connects to the tail, with a shocking, crack, as if it has been split by life, revealing the tortoise's body, endless ruins!

The ruins are huge, and the stone tiles are everywhere, as if they have existed for countless years, and there is an ancient atmosphere that fills every corner of the tortoise's body.

Although it is a ruin, you can still see his whole picture, especially in the very center, where there is still a huge towering ancient tower standing, but the surrounding debris still vaguely reveals the tragedy of the year......

Lin Feng was very fast, and when he approached Turtle Mountain, he saw that at the location of the turtle's head, there were dozens of surging spiritual powers, which were spreading......

Without thinking about it, Lin Feng directly hid his breath, controlled his breathing, and walked around in an arc.

There is only one real entrance to Kameyama, and that is the turtle's head, and in addition, Kameyama is covered with dark yellow flowers......

At this moment, at the entrance of Turtle Mountain, there are three parties facing each other, each with a solemn expression, and the atmosphere is extremely depressed, as if it may explode at any time.

Looking closely, one side was wearing a purple sand star robe, and the other two were Lingjian Mountain monks and ...... carrying sword bags on their backs A little monk......

Lin Feng was hiding not far away, already controlling his breathing to the extreme, his eyes staring without blinking.

"Strange... What's going on?"

At this moment, the people of the three parties are nervous, the number of people in the Seven Star Courtyard and the Spirit Sword Mountain is about the same, there are eighteen people here in the Seven Star Courtyard, and the Spirit Sword Mountain is also fifteen people... The strangest thing is that the little monk...

The little monk from the Kuzen Temple had a strange look on his face, sitting on a round stone, looking at the people on both sides, but neither the Seven Star Academy nor the Spirit Sword Mountain paid attention to him, or they didn't want to offend...

"I don't know how you learned about Lingjian Mountain, but this is not the place you should be..."The person who spoke was wearing a pitch-black turban and looked very handsome.

But there was a deep fear on his face, especially when he looked at the man standing at the end of the crowd in Lingjian Mountain, leaning on the mountain stone and hugging the snow-white sword bag...

"This person... Could it be... Known as the White Sword... White Dreamless ...... And this Spirit Sword Mountain team is led by him......" The man in the turban thought in surprise.

"Chen Zhen, the Spirit Sect was originally the ancestral root of my Spirit Sword Mountain in ancient times, and your news is just a coincidence from the Rotten Wood Zhenren, but I don't know why the Rotten Wood True Man learned about this news back then..."A female disciple of the Spirit Sword Mountain spoke directly.

"Now I'll tell you, the reason why the Rotten Wood Zhenren learned the news back then was because he designed to ask it from a senior of my sect who had entered the Xiaoshu Secret Realm with him... But in the end, Kuchiki Zhenren forced her to a dead end, and fortunately, that senior survived..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a faint anger rising here in Spirit Sword Mountain.

And the disciples of the Seven Star Academy all looked at each other...

"Mo Qing... You don't want to be a mouthful, and blood spews out... The Rotten Wood Ancestor is a peerless genius who is lucky, your words are rootless, and they are too ridiculous..."The turban man Yang Pu sneered, obviously everyone in the Seven Star Courtyard didn't believe it, they would do such a thing as a god-like existence in their minds...

Here in Lingjian Mountain, Mo Qing didn't explain anything... But beside her, another nun wrinkled her straight nose, looking quite cute.

"No matter what the reason is, at least, we in Spirit Sword Mountain also have a way to enter the Spirit Sect ruins!"

And Chen Zhen also smiled: "I also hope that you will not return empty-handed..."

The female disciple of Spirit Sword Mountain was so angry that she stomped her feet, and suddenly snorted coldly: "You go yours, we go ours... Hmph..."With that, she turned around and walked towards the other side of the mountain...

The strange thing is that none of the disciples of Spirit Sword Mountain objected to what she said, and they all followed, and at this moment, Bai Wumeng opened his eyes, didn't say much, glanced in the direction of the Seven Star Courtyard, held the sword bag, and followed at the end...

It wasn't until everyone in Spirit Sword Mountain left that Chen Zhen exhaled lightly: "It's okay to go..."

Chen Zhen's words, some people were puzzled and asked, "Senior Brother Chen... Why didn't you just do it, after all, there are more people here than the other side... If you can lose some of the people of Spirit Sword Mountain here... Maybe..."

Before this person finished speaking, Chen Zhen snorted coldly: "What do you know... Did you see the man holding the white sword bag?"

"See... What's wrong?"

"Alas... Speaking of which, you don't understand, although this person is not famous, but he is comparable to the person in Lingjian Mountain, a demon who is not equal... It's just that this person is bent on winning the avenue of swords, and he doesn't care about fame... So it's normal that you don't know, so even I heard the sect master inadvertently mention it..."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, but when they thought of that person, they couldn't help but be stunned...

"That's... That man..."

"Oh my God, this person is actually on par with the Phantom Sword... Isn't it comparable to the three senior brothers of Dao Clam?"

Chen Zhen nodded: "His name is Bai Wumeng, sword number: Bai!"

......

The conversation between the two sides fell into the ears of Lin Feng, who was hiding behind the rock pile, which made him feel incredible...

"Kuchigi Masa... I'm afraid, if it's not true, no one will talk nonsense, after all, the rotten wood real person is a genuine, soul refining powerhouse!"

Of course, Lin Feng was not the slightest interested in the grievances and grievances of the previous generations, what he was more concerned about was the man holding the white sword bag...