Forty kilometers.
Earth Dragon ran for less than fifteen minutes.
In the northwest corner of the wasteland, a dry salt lake appeared within the coverage of spiritual power.
The white salt crust covered the entire lake surface, and the light shining on it was dazzling.
When Earth Dragon's claws stepped on the edge of the salt crust, there was a cracking sound under his feet.
Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back.
He took out the token and pointed it at his feet.
Coordinates coincide.
Sixth-Grade Psychic Power Push down to the ground.
Thirty meters below the salt crust, there is space.
It is man-made and covers a large area, covering at least one-third of the entire salt lake.
More than a dozen auras are moving inside.
Lin Feng took the token back into his arms and patted Earth Dragon on the head.
"Stand by, there's no need to come in."
Earth Dragon lay down.
Fierce Vulture landed on the dragon's back, its head retracted into its wings, as if it could be ejected at any time.
Lin Feng's mental power swept a full circle around the salt lake.
On the east side, there is a collapsed ground crack.
There is a pipe opening hidden at the bottom.
Lin Feng chooses to break through.
With a full blow, a large hole was blasted out under the salt lake.
"What's the situation? What's the situation?"
Underground, everyone was still in a state of confusion.
Lin Feng jumped straight down.
The first person I met was a middle-aged man.
He has a bald head and a scar on the left side of his face from his forehead to his chin.
The entire face was divided into two halves by this scar, and the skin on the left side was slightly wrinkled, looking like it had been burned and then cut open with a knife.
Branch Altar Master.
Lin Feng pulled out Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear from Storage Ring.
The dark golden gun body glowed coldly under the Council Hall lights, and the dragon-shaped Array Pattern slowly rotated.
He shouldered his gun and strode in.
"Hidden Cultivation Society Northwest Branch?"
He glanced around.
"Just a few people?"
The bald altar master's scar was slapped hard.
His eyes were locked on the gun.
After Qian Weiguo's death, news has spread within Hidden Cultivation Society.
Northern Territory Lin Feng, kill Second Elder, destroy Bai Family, hard resist Half-Step Martial Emperor.
It's just a long spear, so majestic.
"How did you find this place?"
Lin Feng took the token out of his arms and flicked it with his fingers.
The token rolled twice on the stone table and stopped in front of the altar owner.
The altar owner looked down.
"Butler No. 6?"
His face darkened.
"That traitor..."
"Whether you are a traitor or not, it has nothing to do with me."
Lin Feng slammed the tip of the gun onto the ground.
Platinum Dragon Flame jumped up from the tip of the gun, and the hot breath rushed towards his face.
The two nearest Martial Saint Third Stage subconsciously took a step back, and their chairs were brought to the ground.
"I'm here, just one thing."
Lin Feng looked at the altar owner.
"How many hidden piles have you Hidden Cultivation Society buried in the four major military regions? Where is the list?"
Council Hall was quiet for two seconds.
The altar leader smiled.
The laughter was short and squeezed from the throat.
"Are you here alone?"
His right hand pulled out a scimitar from under the table, Gale Qi wrapped around the blade, and gray-white light flowed on the blade.
"After killing that loser Qian Weiguo, do you think you can dictate to Hidden Cultivation Society?"
All his energy and blood were released.
Martial Saint's perfect pressure spread, fine cracks appeared on the stone wall of the Council Hall, and the lantern above his head shook violently.
"Brothers."
The altar master pointed his sword forward.
"Kill."
The other six people moved at the same time.
Four running Lin Feng limbs, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded us front and back. Two of them circled behind us to block the retreat.
It works well together and has been used many times.
Lin Feng didn't move.
He just stood there.
Wait for seven people to rush to a position five meters in front of you.
Then the gun moved.
Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea.
The trajectory drawn by the tip of the gun was more than twice as fast as before.
Martial Saint's four segments of Qi and blood poured into Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear, the dragon-shaped Array Pattern on the gun body all lit up, and Platinum Dragon Flame exploded from the tip of the gun.
Martial Saint Third Stage, who was at the front, couldn't even see the shadow of the gun clearly.
The tip of the gun penetrated his chest.
Platinum Dragon Flame Pour it in from the wound.
Ignore body protection Gale Qi.
The expression on the man's face was frozen.
He looked down at the hole in his chest, opened his mouth, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Dragon flames burned into his internal organs, leaking out from the wound on his back, distorting the air half a meter behind him.
Plop.
The body slipped from the tip of the gun.
Lin Feng drew his gun and kept walking.
Second shot, sweep.
The gun body carried a platinum flame tail that swept across the four-section waist of a Martial Saint.
The man raised his knife to block, and the moment the blade touched the gun shaft, dragon flames spread along the point of contact.
The knife has become softer.
Before he could let go, the tip of the spear had already stabbed back, piercing under his ribs and out of his shoulder blade.
The third shot was a straight thrust.
Another Martial Saint four-section rushed over from the side and hammered down with both hands.
Lin Feng turned sideways to let the hammer go, and the tip of the spear stabbed into his throat.
Platinum Dragon Flame burned half of his neck through.
His head tilted down, hanging on a few unbroken muscles.
Five seconds.
Three people fell.
The smell of blood in the Council Hall was instantly so strong that it was choking.
Go around to the two Martial Saint Fifth Stage and Sandan at the back and are about to take action.
Flying Daggers arrived first.
Controlled by Sixth-Grade Psychic Power, eight Starfall Nine-Tribulation Blade are shot out from behind Lin Feng, divided into two groups.
Four pieces per group.
The first group of four Flying Daggers cut into the limb joints of Martial Saint Fifth Stage at the same time.
Accurate to the millimeter level.
The man's limbs lost strength at the same moment, and the whole figure was knocked to the ground with a snap.
The second group dealt with the Martial Saint Third Stage, with the same position and accuracy.
The two living bodies fell to the stone floor and screamed muffled.
Keep him alive for interrogation.
Council Hall There are only two people left standing.
Altar master.
and a deputy of Martial Saint Sixth Stage.
The deputy's face turned pale.
The weapon in his hand was shaking, and he could no longer hold the sword.
He looked at the corpse on the left, at the corpse on the right, and then at the two companions on the ground with broken limbs and joints.
Five seconds.
Five Martial Saint, three dead and two disabled.
The altar master's scimitar was still raised.
But the blade is also shaking.
Lin Feng shook the blood from the tip of the gun, and the dark golden gun Platinum Dragon Flame was beating, making half of his face flicker.
"List."
The tip of the spear was pointed at the altar owner.
"One last time."
The owner of the altar clenched his teeth and the veins on his temples jumped several times.
He didn't answer.
The scimitar slashed forward violently.
Martial Saint made a perfect full blow, and Gale Qi on the blade pulled out a gray-white arc light half a meter wide, and greeted Lin Feng's neck.
Lin Feng Go up with one shot.
Clang--!
The cutting edge of the scimitar touched the barrel of the gun.
Platinum Dragon Flame spreads along the contact point to the blade body.
One second.
The scimitar began to twist.
The altar owner's tiger's mouth was blistered by the transmitted temperature, and the skin and flesh made a sizzling sound.
His fingers twitched and he almost let go.
Lin Feng didn't give him a second chance.
The tail of the gun was lifted up and hit on the altar owner's wrist.
Click.
The wrist bone was broken.
The scimitar flew out and spun into the wall, the handle still buzzing and trembling.
The tip of the spear was pushed forward and placed on the altar owner's throat.
Platinum Dragon Flame was less than one centimeter away from his skin. The skin at his Adam's apple quickly turned red and blistered, and a burning smell wafted out.
The altar owner froze.
Deputy Martial Saint Sixth Stage on the side fell to his knees on the ground.
The weapons were lost all over the floor.
"I said! The list is on the lower level! In the stone cabinet in the lower secret room!"
The altar leader roared, "Shut up!"
Lin Feng's gun tip has been moved forward by three millimeters.
The altar owner's Adam's apple was burned with a scorch mark. He hissed and closed his mouth. His whole face was distorted, and beads of sweat fell down.
"Continue." Lin Feng looked at the deputy kneeling on the ground.
"How to open the secret room?"
The deputy's lips were trembling and he was stumbling over his words.
"There are formation locks in the lower and lower chambers, which require the altar master's blood and tokens to be activated at the same time... There are three lists in the stone cabinet, and all the hidden stakes of the four military regions are distributed in it..."
"What else?"
"And..." the deputy swallowed, "There is also a general list of contact codes. Hidden Cultivation Society All communication methods between superiors and subordinates are in that list..."
Lin Feng's eyebrows moved.
This was more than he expected.
"Lead the way."