To be precise, in this battle with the pioneers of the Demon Realm and the Earth Spirit Realm, Lin Feng didn't get any loot here.

If it has to be said that there is a gain, it is that Lin Feng, Yuwen Tianxiang and others have received a very good experience, and their actual combat ability has been greatly improved.

"With so many disciples and elders dead, and with the help of Lord Lin Meng, we were able to defend the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land, it's really quite sad!" The head of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land cried rather sadly.

The head of the house, who has always been highly respected and commanding, actually cried sadly like an ordinary old man, which is very unusual, but now he is too sad in his heart, and he can't take care of anything else.

"The past cannot be changed, and there are more serious challenges waiting for us in the future, please cheer up, boss. Lin Feng patted the head of the house on the shoulder and said earnestly.

The head was a little surprised, he was an old antique who had lived for tens of thousands of years, and it stands to reason that he was more sophisticated than Lin Feng, but now he was like an ignorant young man who had suffered a heavy setback, and Lin Feng was enlightening him like an elder.

Then, Lin Feng led the people of the Chivalrous Alliance to explore the surrounding mountains, destroying more than a dozen small teleportation arrays, and ruthlessly destroying the demons they found.

You must not be soft-hearted, you must know that the extraterritorial demons that descended on the fairy world are quite cruel, and in their eyes, they regard the monks of the fairy world as prey.

"Lord Lin Alliance, why don't you destroy the soul of the Blood Moon Demon King, you can't let this big demon survive. Yuwen Tianxiang whispered, reminding Lin Feng.

"It doesn't matter, I have a treasure that can resurrect dead monks or demons, which is somewhat similar to your natal supernatural beings. After the resurrection of the Blood Moon Demon King. will become a fairly loyal puppet, and will kill a lot of demons in the future. Lin Feng smiled lightly.

Before, the three descendants of the Wandering Holy Land thought that Lin Feng's strength was similar to them, but now they realized that Lin Feng's clones were all much more powerful than them, not to mention that Lin Feng's deity still had an extremely deep heritage.

"Next, we still have to destroy the large extraterritorial teleportation array that exists in the immortal realm as soon as possible. Yuwen Tianxiang said loudly.

"I suggest we go through the teleportation array. Kill the lair of the demons outside the territory, and catch them off guard when the time comes. Long Yufei suggested.

Lin Feng was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "It's a good idea, but it's a very risky thing to go to attack the extraterritorial demons, you have to come and go freely, and you can't let too many people go." ”

Yu Jianzun also agreed, and said: "What the Lord of the Lin Alliance said is very true, if you bring too many subordinates, once you encounter a disadvantage. It will be difficult to retreat, and many teammates will be sacrificed, and the gains will outweigh the losses. ”

They went away like this, and the monks of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land were busy, in addition to putting the corpses of the demons into the Blood Bamboo Cemetery to refine them into zombies, they also had to repair the Gathering Spirit Bamboo Guardian Formation as soon as possible.

"Our Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land is so miserable, other holy places will laugh at us. Now we have to be careful to defend and let more disciples patrol around. The head ordered.

Suddenly, it rained heavily. The wind howled, washing away a large amount of demonic blood and the blood of the monks contaminated with the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land. Nothing seems to be happening.

There are many dark clouds condensed in the sky, and there are also colorful clouds, and the sky is so strange, which is an ominous omen.

Many monks in the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land suddenly felt that if it was a casual cultivator, it was actually quite good. There is no such pressure.

In the past, they were proud of the monks of the Holy Land and had a high sense of superiority, but now of course these no longer exist.

It didn't take long for the showers to stop, and the clouds opened and the rain was shining, and there was a bright moon in the sky. It was a moon as dark red as blood, more poignant than ever.

The light of the blood moon shone on the mountains and rivers, as if a layer of blood had been crossed for the earth, and the sacredness of the original fairy world had turned into an atmosphere like a netherworld hell.

In the jungle in the distance, there are many demon beasts howling, they don't know the grim situation facing the fairy world, they only know that this blood moon has a unique magic power on them.

"It seems that I have to convene the heads of the nine holy lands of the Immortal Realm Yuheng Land as soon as possible to discuss, the current situation is not something that any holy land can deal with alone. The head of the Wanzhu Holy Land said very solemnly.

"There will always be sacrifices in such a battle, and our Wanzhu Holy Land is the first to bear the brunt, and we have suffered a very heavy blow, which is really unfair. An old man with white hair said very sadly.

"I can't blame others, we blame ourselves for being too wasteful and cultivating all these years, and we haven't strengthened the defense of the Holy Land. The head of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land sighed.

They discussed so solemnly, but no one noticed that in the underground of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land, that is, in the Blood Bamboo Cemetery, there was a rather ancient existence, which appeared in the form of a zombie.

Back then, when the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land were sacrificing many zombies, they just regarded them as a fighting force, thinking that there was nothing to worry about.

It's just that after more than 100,000 years, among these many zombies, a king was finally born. He didn't have enough energy to wake up yet. The monks who waited for the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land moved many demon corpses to the Blood Bamboo Cemetery, which provided enough bloody aura for the zombie king.

The corpses of these elite demons from the Demon Realm contained a much higher blood aura than the Immortal Realm cultivators.

The zombie king was dressed in dark red bone armor, holding a skeletal sword, surrounded by dark blue flames, and a rich corpse aura permeating the surroundings.

"I have indeed been asleep for too long, the damn Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land has actually sealed us and other zombies here for more than 100,000 years, and I must take revenge. The zombie king immediately used his secret technique to quickly improve the cultivation of his subordinates with the majestic corpse qi, and in the early hours of the morning, the zombie king led more than a thousand vicious zombies to rush out.

The monks of the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land were simply caught off guard, they thought that they could rest for a while now, and they were quite peaceful, but they didn't expect the change to happen under the palace.

In the early morning of the next day, the Ten Thousand Bamboo Holy Land was completely turned into a ruin, there were no living monks here, even their heads, the elders who had cultivated to the highest level, had turned into zombies and became the subordinates of the zombie king.

"It is not advisable to stay here for long, or we will be besieged by various holy places. For now, let's find a remote place to hide, and when the immortal world is completely caught in battle, I will come out to recruit my subordinates and refine the bloody qi. The zombie king thought about it for a while and finally made a decision. (To be continued.) )