"Whew"

Chen Zifeng let out a long breath, his closed eyes slowly opened, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face, obviously this was the smile brought by the smooth resolution of the troubles in the sea of knowledge.

"It's time to join up with the other elders, and I hope they don't suffer too many casualties," Chen Zifeng left the retreat with a hopeful prayer, his path still to go, and their path to go.

Three days later, the people from the eight tribes who participated in the blood refining finally met, originally divided into eight groups in line with each other's desire to compete with each other and hone their juniors, but they didn't expect it to really become a real tempering, but the price paid for this tempering was something that none of the elders expected, and it was extremely heavy.

The Tianlong tribe lost one-third of its strength, which is the best of the eight, and most of the remaining seven have lost more than half, and the most serious loss is the Tianma tribe, except for the elders of the Tianma clan and the two ninth-order juniors who are also from the Tianma clan, none of the other clansmen of the Tianma clan survived.

The atmosphere is dignified, the reality is cruel, and the mood is sad, but the next blood refining must continue, and the task related to the great plan of the race still has to be completed.

After repeated discussions among several elders, it was finally decided to let Chen Zifeng, who is their Holy Son, be the backbone, that is to say, what to do next, how to go, and how to complete the task are all decided by Chen Zifeng alone, and the rest can only obey unconditionally.

Chen Zifeng was unwilling, but in front of the three reasons they put forward, Chen Zifeng could only agree hard, and he couldn't agree if he didn't agree, otherwise His Royal Highness the Holy Son would not be able to do it, and he would fall into the name of being greedy for life and afraid of death.

Before leaving, when Chen Zifeng heard about the death rate of blood refining from the mouth of the high priest, he was shocked and couldn't believe it, and after meeting again at this moment, there were less than 130 people left in the team of more than 300 people, and the mortality rate had reached 60 percent, which was 10 percent away from the 70 percent mortality rate that Chen Zifeng had learned.

However, there is no comparison between the two at all, the latter is the final result after the completion of the blood refining, and the former is only the result of the beginning, if nothing happens this time, it is inevitable to stay here for two years, Chen Zifeng's wish to look forward to half a year is to be in vain, and it is unknown how many people can live in two years.

In order to reduce casualties as much as possible, Chen Zifeng made a careful arrangement, except for the eight elders who still needed to be the main combat force, the rest of the people, except for the Black Wind Clan, the Vermilion Bird Clan, the Sky Fox Clan and the Qinglong Clan, a total of ten people from the four clans as the main combatants, the rest of the people could only take action in times of crisis.

The people who went on the road again were more confident than before, and they all admired Chen Zifeng's arrangement, whether it was the Black Wind Clan or the Vermilion Bird Clan or the Sky Fox Clan and the Qinglong Clan, their attacks, especially the talent attacks, had absolute restraint on the fierce spirits, if they had not separated before and fought in the current way, their casualties would definitely not be so large.

In this sunless and extremely dark tomb, it is difficult to distinguish between day and night, and there is no such thing as day and night, Chen Zifeng can only rely on vague time to calculate the days.

This is a mountain, compared to the towering peaks of the outside world, this mountain is not worth mentioning, if you have to compare, this mountain is a small mountain at best.

But this small mountain bag is not simple, it is not very high, the mountain bag is haunted by a faint mist, under this layer of fog with a faint green light, this mountain can be faintly seen from a long distance, here is a green light in this dark space, a green light.

In fact, this mountain is the destination of Chen Zifeng's trip, Gathering Soul Mountain, which is famous for gathering all kinds of fierce souls and beast souls, and there are indeed many fierce souls and beast souls gathered on the mountain at this time.

In a certain cave in the corner of the mountain here, the cave is not very big, almost the same as a basketball court, and there are dozens of figures gathered in the cave at this moment, and those murderous souls with a red color are different, but these dozens of figures have a body like a substance, a body like a blood gem, and the blood-colored luster flashes people's eyes.

"Listen to me, this time our mission is not only to obtain the 'Eternal Soul Well', but also to get things done according to the Lord, otherwise, the blood and wisdom given to you by the Lord will be deprived, so that you will never turn over!"

It was a tall man wearing blood-colored armor who spoke, but the blood and the evil aura exuding from his body undoubtedly showed that this was also a guy with a bloody body, and he was extremely difficult to mess with.

As soon as the words of the tall man in blood-colored armor fell, dozens of voices sounded in unison, and then the same picture appeared in the eyes of each of them.

This is a teenager, a teenager who is different from them, and at a glance it is clear that the teenager in their eyes does not belong to the tomb, but is obviously from the outside world, because this teenager has all the characteristics of flesh and blood life in the outside world.

They knew that this was their other task besides finding the Eternal Soul Well, and it was also the task that the tall man mentioned, and the task that the Lord personally ordered, that is, to find the young man and bring him back safe and sound.

If Chen Zifeng was here, he would be surprised to find that the dozens of people here were not only different from ordinary murderous spirits, but also had independent consciousness, and their wisdom was not the slightest difference from ordinary people.

If Chen Zifeng really appeared here, it would not be only Chen Zifeng who was surprised, but the dozens of blood-colored figures gathered here would also be surprised, because Chen Zifeng's image was exactly the same as the young man who appeared in their eyes, no, it should be said that it was just a talent.

At the same time, in the depths of Gathering Soul Mountain, the fog that lingers here is even thicker, like a green pearl in this green light, perhaps for this reason, there are surprisingly no murderous spirits gathered here, it seems that this pearl makes them uncomfortable.

However, at this moment, in this pearl, an ancient well with a simple atmosphere is located here, the boxy well mouth rises with wisps of faint cyan mist, and there is a cyan figure standing next to the well that is different from the fierce soul with a flush of crimson, climbing the edge of the well, sucking these rising cyan mist.

As these cyan mist were sucked into his mouth, on top of his slightly illusory face, a very humane expression was revealed, and it could be seen from this expression that these cyan mist made him very intoxicated.

"Hehe, what if you have practiced blood coagulation **? What if you have condensed the strongest blood body? As long as you can't get the eternal soul well, and the soul spring in this well contains your soul, you can only stay in this dark tomb, and you can't see the light of day again, but I'm different, my soul has been nourished enough, I just need to find a way out, this time you don't want to spoil my good deeds, I can feel them coming again"

After the cyan figure finished talking to himself, he lay down at the mouth of the well again and continued to suck the rising cyan mist, sucking again and again, but no longer speaking.

Outside the Gathering Soul Mountain, a group of more than 100 people came here, looking at its dress and the breath it exudes, this line of people is Chen Zifeng and his party, after several months of hurrying, Chen Zifeng and others finally came to the destination of their trip.

Although he encountered several troubles in the past few months, fortunately, he was prepared, but there were no more casualties, and it is precisely because of this that Chen Zifeng's position was once again consolidated, and his right to speak was truly displayed.

"A few elders, the mountain in front of us is the Gathering Soul Mountain, our task is here, but if you want to complete the task smoothly, you still have to discuss it carefully" In the past few months, Chen Zifeng has encountered many times such a scene, Chen Zifeng listened to the opinions of many people, and did not blindly act arbitrarily, which not only won the praise of most people, but also avoided many crises for them.

"Huh, be careful to hide your breath, there is movement?"

At this moment, the voice of an elder who was good at detection came into everyone's ears in the form of sound transmission, which was also Chen Zifeng's intentional arrangement, which could play a key role every time.

When everyone was silent immediately, everyone locked their own blood and breath in their bodies, and after a few breaths, on the Soul Mountain, a team composed of ten blood-colored figures came down from the mountain, and when Chen Zifeng and others saw the faces of these blood-colored figures, shock and shock came at the same time.