Lin Fei once thought about going to the land of the Immortal Ancestors and capturing the Lingxiao Bagua Mountain.
Lingxiao Bagua Mountain is an important place that provides basic resources for Heavenly Court. It contains the essence of the innate Bagua runes, which can condense the heavenly Earth Spirit energy, absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and mass-produce Spirit Stone, immortal Spirit Stone, and other precious ores.
It is precisely because of its existence that the Eight-Nine Mysterious Soldiers can operate perfectly without worrying about insufficient resources.
But such an idea only flashed through his mind for a moment, and was completely rejected by him immediately afterwards.
There is no other reason. For such a precious land of creation, everyone understands its strategic significance, and the alliance of all races must be on guard.
There is even a great possibility that when the Immortal Ancestor left, he had already taken the entire mountain with him.
After all, after Haotian was refined with the authority of the Human Emperor, it was no longer an immovable place of great creation protected by heaven and earth, but more similar to a palm-held magic weapon like Zhenbeicheng.
There is no need to sacrifice the near and seek the far. It is better to take steps step by step and gradually gain the chance of victory.
In Xuanhu Ancestral Land, among the hundreds of numbers Golden Immortal, there are many people with evil looks on their faces. They are looking at Han Qiling next to the virtual sand table.
It is said that Lin Fei may come here and let the powerful men of all races ambush here. What will be the result?
There's nothing wrong with it, it's all in vain again!
"Tired of running for life." Demon Ancestor sneered, feeling extremely dissatisfied with the current situation, and the killing intent in his eyes was extremely cold.
A mere Lin Fei actually forced tens of thousands of Golden Immortals to suffer. How can you swallow this?
Even though the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races has absolutely crushing strength, it cannot find the whereabouts of Lin Fei. How can it exert its strength? It is like a clenched punch hitting cotton with full force, which makes people feel aggrieved.
"I have hundreds of Golden Immortals, so why can't I do anything to one Lin Fei?!" Not only Demon Ancestor, but Feng Hechu also gradually lost patience.
All the Golden Immortals launched attacks one after another. As the commander-in-chief, Han Qiling naturally became the target of public criticism.
"That's right! If we drag it on like this, wouldn't we be waiting for him to defeat each one one by one?"
"Haha, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races has made a huge fuss. What's the result? We just stare here and can't do anything. We have to worry about this and beware of that. Is it because the lord of the first race is not born, so there is nothing we can do about him?"
"Han Qiling, if you can't come up with any solution, does it count as a failure of command? You cannot absolve yourself of the blame?!"
Han Qiling was neither sad nor happy, he just swept his sleeves, making the places on the sand table where the light condensed become brighter and more conspicuous.
"Bifang's ancestral land, Xuanhu's ancestral land, Golden Crow's ancestral land, Heaven-Rending Demon Butterfly's ancestral land, this is the place where Lin Fei is most likely to go now." He said.
"I don't know how you judge. I have no objection to Bifang, Heaven-Rending Demon Butterfly, and the Xuanhu Ancestral Land, but the Xuanhu Ancestral Land... is it possible?" Demon Ancestor asked in a deep voice.
"Maybe," Han Qiling nodded slightly, "It's common sense that we should be sent elsewhere if we wait for a long time without success. Lin Fei could have come back and caught us off guard."
Suddenly, the face of Golden Immortal present became even more ugly.
What to do?
Originally, all the races Golden Immortal were not able to gather here. Is it possible that the troops have to be divided into four groups?
And... what if Han Qiling guesses wrong?
It has to be said that after Han Qiling's defeat, many Golden Immortal were no longer convinced of him before.
The more people there are, the more people will have different opinions.
In addition, Golden Immortal present are all from different races, and the differences in opinions are even greater.
Some Golden Immortals even sneered again and again, insinuating that Han Qiling was talking nonsense and repeating the mistakes of previous failures, leaving many Golden Immortals in vain, wasting immortal energy in vain, and running exhausted.
If the people are not united, it will be difficult to lead the team.
"Do you mind taking a gamble?" Han Qiling sighed and asked.
"How to bet?" Demon Ancestor asked.
"Kill each other." Han Qiling only had four simple words, but they shocked Golden Immortal in the room and caused an uproar that was difficult to calm down.
"Allow him Human Race to have bloody luck?" Han Qiling said coldly and decisively, "Even though three thousand years of massacre of human beings has indeed made them rich, but... with the combined strength of all races, we really can't compete with them?"
"At that time, all races Golden Immortal, bearing the destiny of blood, will gather together and work together to spy on him. How can Lin Fei escape?"
At this moment, even Demon Ancestor looked at Han Qiling with fear in his eyes.
They all say that Shu Zimo of Human Race is so cold-blooded and ruthless, but how could Han Qiling be so different?
"Han Qiling, is this a backup plan that you have already planned, right?" Feng Hechu took a deep look at him, his expression a bit obscure.
Han Qiling smiled slightly and did not refute.
Indeed.
If he had come up with such a ridiculous and bloody plan before the defeat of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, he might have aroused public outrage on the spot, and many Golden Immortal would find it absolutely difficult to accept it. They all say that people who are not our race must have different hearts, and the racial concepts of the Primordial Wilderness races are beyond imagination, far superior to any other plane in the multiverse!
Especially for the top 100 races, the higher the ranking, the more worrying the number of tribesmen. If you want to accumulate bloody luck, wouldn't you just kill them until they wither? Who wants their tribesmen to be massacred?
If you don't hurt the enemy, hurt yourself first, that's fucking outrageous!
But now Wanzu Golden Immortal has fallen into anxiety and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter - unable to catch Lin Fei, Wanzu Golden Immortal does not even dare to disperse. And if he is allowed to look for opportunities in the Primordial Continent, with his deep bloody luck, God knows how terrifying the speed of his rise will be?
Now, when Han Qiling proposed this plan again, there was no firm rebuttal for a while.
Many Golden Immortal fell into an uproar and discussed this matter one after another.
Han Qiling initiated the vote.
A small number of Golden Immortal are unwilling to accept it, but they can only be forced to obey the majority.
Han Qi Ling stood up and spit out one word. "Kill!"
It is loud and powerful.
Multiversal Heavenly Dao is an orderly and regular system. It is unimaginable in one's wildest dreams that there are so many people trying their best to exploit "system loopholes" and "bug" it.
Lin Fei was running extremely fast and had already reached the Bifang mountain range.
This place is extremely hot, and the mountains are like flaming mountains, exuding an unimaginable scorching atmosphere, making the scenery distorted and blurred.
His arrival immediately alarmed countless Bifang in the ancestral land, causing them to fall into fear and panic.
Bifang, it looks like a crane, but only has one leg. The blue feathers are mixed with red lines like Dao lines, emitting a mysterious light. With a roar, there is a raging fire, burning all things.
He is fierce and violent, often drawing divine fire to do evil and massacre human beings.
As one of the top 100 races ranked sixty-one, it goes without saying that it has a rich heritage.
However, Lin Fei was just held in the air, and countless Bifang exploded into blood mist on the spot and disappeared without a trace.
Golden Immortal in their clan is not here, so how can they have the slightest resistance?
Lin Fei is majestic, and the earth veins running through the continuous flame mountain are the melting furnace of heaven and earth, placing itself in it.
Not only did he want to refine the seventy-two Great Dao immortal Spirit Stone, but he also wanted to empty out the Bifang clan's immortal fire spiritual veins!
The roaring sound was endless, and the flames were soaring into the sky, burning up the void, as if it had enveloped the heaven and the earth. There were also countless Bifang shadows flying into the sky, letting out mournful screams like weeping blood.