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Ever since Chang Ling entered the inner door, Bizhu Peak had fallen silent. The monks of the outer gate peaks who had been wandering around Bizhu Peak also disappeared suddenly, and Bizhu Peak seemed to have returned to its former tranquility again.

However, the disciples on Bizhu Peak, their mood remained tense and uneasy all the time.

Before Chang Ling left, he fought for them a three-month buffer. They naturally knew what Chang Ling's intention was to fight for these three months. Chen Feng's agreed retreat time will end in three months. Chang Ling wanted Chen Feng to turn the tide after he got out of the customs. However, can Chen Feng, the new peak master, really turn the tide?

Except for Gao Lang, who had seen Chen Feng's strength, the rest of the Bizhu Peak disciples didn't have much confidence. After all, the vast majority of the peak masters of the various peaks of the outer gate are scattered immortals, and most of these people have condensed the potential field. The scattered immortals with the potential field are almost invincible in front of the Mahayana monks. Of course, in the inner gate of Chaotian Sect, there are also many monks at the peak of the late Mahayana stage who can resist the momentum of scattered immortals, and even defeat scattered immortals from time to time, but those people have poured a lot of resources into Chaotian Sect, how can Chen Feng compare?

As a result, in order to keep Bizhu Peak, the disciples of Bizhu Peak had to take action one after another. They wandered between peaks that were originally closer, hoping to get some support.

However, the peak masters of these peaks are all the same rhetoric: the public is angry, and they can only protect themselves from getting involved.

In desperation, the disciples of Bizhu Peak had to return to Bizhu Peak one after another, guarding the fountain of spiritual liquid, and improving their strength as much as possible, so that they could guard Bizhu Peak to the greatest extent after three months.

And at this moment, Chen Feng, who was in the Tiandan Immortal Mansion, was sitting in the Immortal Mansion, holding a large handful of spars produced by humanoid monsters in each hand (for the sake of convenience, these will be called monster spars in the future), and constantly absorbing them.

At this moment, Chen Feng was also under a lot of pressure in his heart. Six months, even if you start the twenty-fold time acceleration, it is only one hundred and twenty months, almost ten years. When he reached Chen Feng's realm, if he wanted to improve his strength, he would often cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years, and ten years was too short. In order to speed up his cultivation, while absorbing the ghost spirit crystal, Chen Feng also quickly absorbed the monster crystal at the same time.

These monster spars were naturally obtained from that small world, although they were given 100,000 to each of the Nalan sisters, but Chen Feng still had hundreds of thousands of stocks. These monster spars were enough for Chen Feng to cultivate for a short period of time.

In this way, in the passage of time, Chen Feng absorbed the ghost spirit crystal and the monster crystal, the true yuan in his body became stronger and stronger, and the spatial power was more condensed, faintly having a tendency to surpass several other origins in the body, coupled with the cultivation experience obtained from the Scorpion Ghost Emperor, Chen Feng's mastery of the way of space was also becoming more and more profound.

Time passed day after day, and in the blink of an eye, March time passed.

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This night, the monks of Bizhu Peak were sleepless all night, and they sat around the fountain of spiritual liquid, looking up at the sky, waiting for the arrival of the monks of each peak.

It has to be said that pressure is the best motivation. In three months, the aura on their bodies has become even more stable, especially Meng Shan, whose true yuan is much stronger, and they are only one step away from being able to break through to the late stage of Mahayana.

However, everyone didn't have the slightest excitement, they all knew that this improvement was still not enough in front of the forces of the various peaks. All they could do at the moment was to wait for the arrival of the forces of each peak, and then, they defended Bizhu Peak and fought to the last breath.

The sky was slightly bright, a round of red sun slowly rose, and the dawn of birth was as red as blood, which made the hearts of everyone in Bizhu Peak reveal a touch of sadness.

Soon, the forces of the various peaks will come.

At this moment, a touch of determination reverberated on the faces of all the Bizhu Peak disciples.

"Shhhh

A sound of breaking wind sounded, and I saw a sword light suddenly appear in the sky.

This sword light seemed to herald the opening of the prelude to the battle for Bizhu Peak, and after this moment, more and more sword lights came from all directions. At this moment, Bizhu Peak, like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered, was surrounded by dense sword light.

Above every sword light, there is a powerful monk!

"It's coming!" Monsan groaned softly, and then, he stood up, stepped into the void, and stepped solemnly and resolutely into the sky.

The remaining more than ten disciples of Bizhu Peak also got up slowly, and followed behind Meng Shan step by step, silent.

The gang wind blew, blowing the robes and beards of the disciples of Bizhu Peak, as if blowing an army that looked at death as home. In them, there is no timidity or uneasiness, only the kind of detachment and determination to put life and death out of the way.

"Stop coming!" Meng Shan said slowly, but his voice resounded through the sky.

Even though he only had the strength of the middle Mahayana stage, the sharpness he showed still made many sword lights pause.

Many peak masters looked at the more than ten disciples of Bizhu Peak with appreciation, and there was a trace of struggle in their eyes.

"Meng Shan, it's time here, all the disciples of your Bizhu Peak can join my Tiandu Peak. The long-bearded old man sighed lightly and said slowly, "I promise, you won't have any unfairness in my Tiandu Peak. ”

Meng Shan looked at the long-bearded old man calmly, and a flash of gratitude flashed in his eyes: "Thank you Deacon Li for your love to my Bizhu Peak disciple." It's just that although the number of our Bizhu Peak is scarce, they are all frank and open, and we must not watch the foundation of Bizhu Peak being taken away. Today, our brothers and sisters vow to live and die together with Bizhufeng. ”

Meng Shan's words were extremely calm, but they revealed a resoluteness that could not be ignored, and this perseverance and determination made many peak masters a little moved.

"Alas, Chang Ling has accepted some good disciples, if there is no spiritual liquid spring, why wouldn't Bizhu Peak prosper?" Deacon Li, the master of Tiandu Peak, sighed, then turned his head to look at the surrounding peak monks, and said coldly: "Although the sect has a covenant to seize the peak, and it is also allowed to kill fellow disciples when they seize the peak, but I hope that for these disciples of Bizhu Peak, everyone can let them live." ”

The monks of each peak groaned slightly, and they all nodded, and only a few of the peak monks who had a gap with Bizhu Peak had their eyes flickering and did not say anything.

For these peaks, Deacon Li could only sigh slightly. Having said so much, he is also benevolent to Bizhufeng.

"Then, let's get started! As agreed, whoever leaves a spiritual imprint on the spiritual fluid spring first, the spiritual liquid spring will belong to which peak!" A gloomy voice suddenly sounded, instantly lifting the spirits of the monks of each peak.

On the other side, Monsan's face grimly punched out a set of mudras, a huge barrier, enveloping Bizhu Peak.