Hundred Thousand Beast Mountains, in a secret cave hidden by a thousand-foot waterfall.
The cave is filled with water vapor and the light is dim. Only a few moonstones embedded in the rock wall emit a soft light.
Lin Feng is sitting cross-legged on a smooth bluestone. The aura around his body is mellow and restrained, blending into the darkness and moisture around him. Unless you see it with your own eyes, you can hardly detect his presence.
He is reviewing it.
Martial Apex Realm The strong are far more powerful than imagined.
That is not only the crushing of power, but also a manifestation of "Tao".
Each sword stirred up the power of heaven and earth, as if he was the king of this world, Words Become Law.
"Martial Grandmaster ninth level, still too weak."
Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes. There was no complacency in killing Immortal on Land in his eyes, but instead he was full of vigilance.
Wei Yuan, is just one of the royal offerings.
Demon Suppression Division's Wei Zheng, the old monsters of the major hidden sects, can even overwhelm his own Emperor Xia by a hundred miles. Their strength is probably only higher than lower.
He brought up the system panel.
[Host: Lin Feng]
[Realm: Martial Grandmaster Realm ninth level (peak)]
[Exercise method: "Dragon-Slaying Sword Codex" (small success), "Undying Asura Body" small success]
[Martial skills: "Single Thought Gods and Devils Slash" (Perfect)...(Collapsed)]
[Shen Technique: "World's End Within Reach" (Perfect)...(Collapsed)]
[Prototype of the field: Annihilation Force]
[Crit Multiplier:10500 times]
[Crit Points:698760000]
690 million Crit Points seems like a lot.
But from the Martial Grandmaster Realm to the next Martial Apex Realm, there is a gap.
At least one billion is needed.
What made him feel even more irritated was the sense of voyeurism that followed him everywhere.
"Imperial Blood Soul Pursuit Edict..."
He whispered to himself.
In the past three days, no matter how deep underground he hid, or how secretly he hid in a corner, there seemed to be a pair of blood-colored eyes hanging above his head, locking him tightly.
He tried using "Annihilation" to isolate his own breath, but with little success.
That Soul Pursuit Edict seems to directly act on the connection between the soul and this world. Unless he can jump out of this world, there will be nowhere to escape.
At this moment, a very slight sound of footsteps and a muffled gasp came from outside the waterfall.
Lin Feng's eyes instantly became as cold as knives, filled with murderous intent, and the temperature of the entire cave seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees.
Killing Blade slipped into your hand silently.
However, when a familiar and embarrassed figure passed through the water curtain and stumbled into the cave, his overwhelming murderous intention slowly subsided.
The person coming is none other than Chu Mengxi.
At this moment, she has long lost the coldness and calmness she had in the past at Demon Suppression Division.
The black suit that was easy for movement became tattered and covered with criss-crossing wounds, including knife wounds, sword wounds, and even signs of being torn apart by the claws of monster beasts.
There was no trace of blood on the already cold and beautiful face at this moment. It was full of exhaustion and anxiety, and the breath was disordered. It was obvious that he had experienced tragic battles and desperate escapes one after another.
"Lin Feng!"
The moment she saw Lin Feng sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, an indescribable complex emotion suddenly surged up in her tight phoenix eyes.
There is the joy of finding the goal, and there is the worry from the heart, but more importantly, it is the relief that I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
She staggered a few steps, almost exhausted her last bit of strength, took out a simple wooden box from her arms, and handed it over.
"I... I am here under the command of Master Yan Cheng to come... to offer this thing..."
Her voice was weak and urgent, as if she was afraid that she would fall down the next second.
"Master Yan said that this thing... may help you get out of... the predicament... and ordered me... to assist you with all my strength..."
After saying this last sentence, she could no longer hold on, her vision went dark, her head tilted, and she fainted completely.
Lin Feng stretched out her hand, and a soft inner force came out, firmly holding her body that was about to fall, laying her flat on the haystack aside, and taking the wooden box at the same time.
Seeing this woman who appeared out of nowhere and fainted out of nowhere, Lin Feng felt no emotion at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.
Yan Cheng?
Zhang Cheng's kind thoughts?
That old fox finally couldn't bear it anymore and sent someone to deliver "tools"?
He did not rush to check Chu Mengxi's injuries, but opened the wooden box first.
The box was covered with soft red satin, and lying quietly on it was a dark ring with a simple style, exuding a trace of spatial fluctuation, and a secret letter sealed with fire paint.
Lin Feng did not look at the ring first, but directly opened the secret message.
The content of the letter is very simple, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it is profound.
"This ring is called Sumeru. It contains the universe of mustard seeds. It can form a world of its own, isolating all aura exploration and shielding the secrets of heaven. I hope you will make good use of it and don't let the common people down."
The signature was a name he didn't recognize, but the hint of strategizing was clearly visible.
Lin Feng looked at the four words "Don't bear the common people" on the letter, curled his lips, and showed a sneer of disdain.
It's quite high-sounding.
However, this ring is indeed a good thing. It is what he needs most at the moment. It can help him solve his biggest trouble "Imperial Blood Soul Pursuit Edict".
And the arrival of the "guide" Chu Mengxi is just right.
Although his strength has skyrocketed, his understanding of the world is still too little, especially regarding those ancient secrets and the real trump cards of the major forces.
Having a well-informed "one of our own" like Chu Mengxi, born Demon Suppression Division, by your side will undoubtedly save you countless troubles.
But Lin Feng knows very well that all this is a calculation.
That old fox was making a huge gamble, an investment with huge risks but equally huge returns.
He put all his treasures on himself, the biggest "variable".
"Chess pieces?"
Lin Feng slowly put the ring named "Sumeru" on his left index finger.
The size of the ring automatically adjusts for a perfect fit.
A cool and obscure breath instantly spread throughout the body, as if forming an invisible barrier around the body.
The next moment, the sense of voyeurism that had haunted him for three whole days, like a gangrene attached to his bones, disappeared without a trace Wu Zong.
Heaven and earth seemed to be clear again.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed all over.
Then, he turned his attention to the stunning woman who was still unconscious on the ground. He walked to her side, squatted down, and put two fingers on her wrist.
True Qi probed in, and he found that Chu Mengxi's injuries were extremely serious, with varying degrees of shock damage to the internal organs, and there were several strands of alien True Qi raging in the meridians. It was obvious that he had fought with more than one master.
These injuries are all real.
It seems that in order to find herself and get this ring to her, she really went through a narrow escape.
"It's somewhat sincere."
Lin Feng retracted his fingers and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
He took out a healing elixir from his arms, opened her mouth, and flicked it in.
The elixir melted in her mouth and turned into a gentle medicinal force that began to repair her damaged body.
"Since it is a tool delivered to your door, you must have the awareness of the tool."
"I hope this tool of yours will be useful enough and won't disappoint me."