Now that the goal has been clarified, then there is nothing to doubt, Lin Feng, Blood Feather Feilong, Li Zhou and other teammates are all meditating cross-legged on the square of the Tianfeng Ancient City, concentrating on cultivation.

Although it is difficult to make great progress in cultivation in a short period of time, if you can make your spiritual power more abundant and your combat state better, then it is already the best preparation.

Not only Lin Feng was preparing, but the thousands of cultivators from the immortal realm around him were also working hard to cultivate Xuangong.

Originally, each of them was a good player on the Megatron side in the place where they used to be, but now that they are in this Fighting Saint Clan, there are many heroes, and everyone has become less dazzling than they once were. Therefore, even if you are originally very arrogant, you have to calm down at this moment and take a good look at all this situation.

In fact, there is no such thing as a Destiny, and God will not always shelter a certain monk. Let me ask the master monk of the fairy realm, which one has not had an adventure? But once he is unlucky, he still dies.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. No matter who it is, in the eyes of God, it is treated equally.

The night breeze blows, and in the square of the ancient city of Tianfeng, the leaves of the huge ancient trees have been blown off by the wind, fluttering and sprinkling, just like the passing years.

The monks were almost all restrained in their divine sense and spiritual power, and no one wanted to waste any of their strength before the battle began. As a result, a large number of leaves fell on their hair and shoulders as if they were falling on a statue.

A moon glowing with a cold blue light appeared in the sky.

After all, it was the moon in the enchantment space of the Fighting Saint Clan, which was very different from the purple moon in the immortal realm. There is less blood, but more is a cold artistic conception.

The howls of demon beasts rang out around the Tianfeng Ancient City from time to time, one after another. It adds a bit of a desolate and quaint atmosphere to this ancient city. Just like this ancient city, it was formed from the long time of barbarism and has been preserved to the present.

Not only were there Silver Armor Fighting Saints patrolling on their mounts in the sky, but there were also many Bronze Fighting Saints patrolling back and forth on the ground.

At this time, every Battle Saint, regardless of his rank. All about bringing out the best in their best condition. The Heavenly Wind Ancient City had to be superficially able to become the mainstay of this battle for the sake of being able to unite the hearts of many battle saints and monks.

In the past, when I was in the Immortal Realm, due to the tasks issued by the Ranger Hall, there was a rich reward for hunting and killing the Fighting Saint.

In particular, the corpse of a Battle Saint can be exchanged for a fragment of the Holy Ranger Token, so if you collect thirteen fragments, you can become an elder of the main altar of the Ranger Hall.

"In this battle between the Heavenly Wind Ancient City and the Star Illusion Magic Stone, I don't know how many Fighting Saints will die, when the time comes. The monks of the immortal realm had to survive to be able to collect enough corpses of the Fighting Saints. ”

Lin Feng suddenly thought of a very serious question in his heart, that is, "If everyone goes back in the future and brings a lot of corpses of the Battle Saints, will the Ranger Hall still fulfill its promise and let all the monks become the elders of the Ranger Hall?"

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng felt that among the monks present, there must also be masters of the Ranger Hall.

For such a big force. It is impossible for the Ranger Hall not to send a master to inquire about the situation. At that time, it is estimated that many monks have not returned, and those masters of the Ranger Hall will report back the news. Let the Ranger Hall Altar change the mission about hunting the Battle Saint.

"I want to see how the grudge of the Fighting Saint Clan, which has been entangled for a long time, should be resolved. As for the interests of the people, there is nothing to care about. Lin Feng knew it in his heart.

More than a thousand monks followed, and by daybreak there were no more monks.

In the early morning, the clouds are steaming. There was already a vision in the heavenly dome, as if a dragon was rising in the heavenly dome. In a short time, the clouds became as if they were soaked in blood, so red and miserable.

"Oh no, such a celestial phenomenon indicates that there will be a bloody storm!" some monks exclaimed in shock.

Many of the monks next to him laughed. Disapprovingly, some people said: "Do you still need to say this? If you think about it a little, you can understand that in today's Tianfeng Ancient City, there is about to be a desperate fight, and it is impossible to be good." ”

The former was quite speechless, but when he thought of the upcoming battle, he became more and more reluctant to refute anything. Let's ask, on such a large Tianfeng Ancient City Square, how many of the five thousand or so immortal realm monks will be left after experiencing this catastrophe?

Most of the monks present were asking themselves, but none of them wanted to answer the question. Because they all know that even if there are still a small number of monks who can survive with strength and luck, they may not be among these places!

The blood-red clouds in the sky became more and more miserable, and the clouds became very low, as if the sky was about to collapse at any moment.

Eventually, some of the monks could not bear the psychological pressure and torture, and the screamers fled.

No one laughed at the cowardice of these people, after all, everyone had actually thought about escaping. But in order to be able to get more benefits and sharpen their cultivation, they chose to stay and work hard.

There is no difference between glory and disgrace, the main thing is that the choice is different.

To become a real strong man, then at this moment of coexistence of risks and opportunities, you cannot retreat, you can only persist in fighting to the end.

Suddenly thunder roared in the sky, and then the rain poured down, and the monks waited silently in the rain. The people who stay are not sorry even if they die, so there is no need to use spiritual power to stop such rain.

Lin Feng used his divine sense to transmit to his teammates: "Although we will work hard in the future, we must unite, and the important thing is to experience rather than fight for any interests." Of course, the so-called experience also needs to be carried out on the basis of preserving life. ”

The teammates all responded and felt quite agreeable.

Finally, many battle saints from the Maha family and the Earth Fire family descended, and they were on the outskirts of the city.

The walls of the Heavenly Wind Ancient City rose up with a large array of guards, enveloping the entire city in a bloody curtain of light.

Many monks watched the situation by the city wall with their divine senses, waiting for an opportunity to move.

At this time, the master of the Heavenly Wind Ancient City, led by a man wearing a multicolored glass mask, rode all kinds of mounts and came to the city wall.

"Friends of the two families, we have been drinking well water for tens of thousands of years, why do you suddenly want to come to the city? Don't you think that once the Tianfeng Ancient City is destroyed, you must fight to the death?" said the man wearing a multicolored glass mask in a deep voice. (To be continued......)