A drop of blood slid down the ice sword without any nostalgia.

The monk swallowed his saliva and glanced at Lin Chen, then turned around and took the three soldiers to other battlefields.

The sky was covered with tidal waves of spiritual energy. If Lin Chen were in the ordinary early stage of Zifu, he might be able to directly break through to the middle stage of cultivation.

At the front, Shang Qiuhe and Zhang Yunfeng were still fighting hard. The two of them seemed to be using real fire, and their every move was aimed at each other's vital points.

However, unlike Shangqiu He, Zhang Yunfeng became more and more anxious.

Ever since Lin Chen killed the first monk, the tide of spiritual power in the sky had not stopped. There were monks and soldiers among them, and both sides suffered losses.

But in general, most of the people who died were on Zhang Yunfeng's side. The gap in numbers and strength made their deaths snowball like snowballs.

After someone freed their hands, they rushed downwards to the battlefield, and there was another brutal and inhumane massacre.

Unfortunately, they still have no solution.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yunfeng knew that the situation was over now, so after sparring with Shangqiu He, he fled into the distance without looking back.

"I want to leave!" Shang Qiuhe shouted, and chased after him with the long sword in his hand wrapped around his body.

The sword light swept across and made a long gash on Zhang Yunfeng's back. The latter spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his speed was indeed a bit faster.

Shangqiu and He are chasing after each other, and using secret methods to increase their speed will definitely not last long.

He wanted to kill Zhang Yunfeng. The other party must have the largest number of terracotta trees among the group of people. If he didn't kill him, they would only be able to watch but not use it. Otherwise, as the first controller of that terracotta tree,

, he can control those warriors at any time.

The long sword roared, and the sword light rained forward, making Zhang Yunfeng's condition become weaker and weaker.

"Shangqiu He, I will remember you!"

Shangqiu and Andao said something bad and wanted to throw the sword in their hands, but Zhang Yunfeng suddenly put a talisman on his body and disappeared.

"Invisibility talisman? No, teleportation talisman." Shangqiu and Andao said, "It's a pity that the legitimate son of the powerful realm is really not that easy to kill."

——

Poof!

The ice sword pierced the head, and blood spurted out from a monk's mouth. Then the whole head shattered like a frozen watermelon, and the hard blood clot hit the face of the monk in front of him, causing pain.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, be careful." Lin Chen said to the monk, then stepped away and walked away again.

Gulu!

"He is actually so strong? Fortunately, he didn't offend him before." The monk surnamed Huang was glad that he didn't try to run against Lin Chen because he had common interests. Otherwise, it would be difficult to sleep in the future.

Tides of spiritual power covered it, causing the spiritual trees below to grow wildly. As the last monk who did not run away died under Shangqiu and his sword, this war could be declared over.

On the battlefield below, with the death of the ruler of the Purple Mansion Realm in the sky, a large number of warriors without a second controller also dissipated, turning into spiritual energy and being greedily absorbed by the surrounding spiritual trees.

Half an hour later, all the terracotta trees below were gathered together.

"There are only eighteen third-level terracotta trees, and the owners of seven of them are still alive." Shang Qiuhe glanced at the crowd, and sure enough, many people frowned.

"Then let's talk about these seven trees. The remaining eleven trees will be distributed according to the old rules."

Shang Qiuhe looked at Lin Chen. If he said that the one who killed the most enemies among these people was undoubtedly this young man, even the middle-stage monks could not hold out for even a quarter of an hour in the opponent's hands.

He asked himself that he couldn't do it either.

"Master Lin, how about choosing first? There is one third-level terracotta tree, and you can choose some first- and second-level ones for the rest."

This time, no one objected, and some people were even thinking about how to build a good relationship with Lin Chen to make up for their previous 'indifference'.

Lin Chen nodded, naturally he would not refuse. Including the warriors in this battle, even the person who was in second place had less than half of his merits.

After the immortal's true energy has been transformed by magical powers, it has a great advantage over others. The lower the level of cultivation, the easier it is for him to kill.

If you don't count the blessings such as martial arts and magical weapons, the same amount of true energy will need to be consumed by Shangqiu, who is at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm. At most, it can be reduced a little due to his cultivation.

But as for Lin Chen, he only needs one-tenth or even more, so when he uses the same amount of true energy, it is as destructive as any, and not many people can replenish his true energy in time to resist him.

This is how the same person has different fates. The same spell can tear apart the void in his hand, but when others use it, it can't even knock down a tree.

In the end, Lin Chen took just the right amount of one third-level, fifteen second-level, and more than forty first-level warrior trees, which made many people heave a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they still have meat to eat.

The distribution of terracotta trees ended quickly, and Shangqiu He continued: "Everyone, we have taken away too many things in the past few months, and we need to speed up, otherwise we may never have a chance again when those people come to their senses.

Already."

"Yes, this time we directly defeated Zhang Yunfeng and others. I'm afraid our reputation will be bad again. Those people will definitely find a way." Someone agreed, and everyone could see clearly that those people in the secret realm would not.

Just pull the neck and kill him.

"Then leave the first-order warriors below here, and our thirty-seven airships will travel lightly."

"Yes, the first-level terracotta warriors are of no use in the secret realm, and we can't wait for the juniors to take over, so we simply give up. If they are still there when we return, it won't be too late to send them out then."

After discussing for a while, many people in the Purple Mansion Realm all agreed. Their goal was clear, and their top priority was to take down more terracotta trees while others could not move.

…

Over the next two months, thirty-seven cloud boats passed through like locusts, unstoppable wherever they passed, and harvested hundreds of terracotta trees.

Of course, for this reason, they also had complete conflicts with many monks, but they were all very powerful people.

After all, those who are weak have no chance unless they run away when they see them.

In just two months, Lin Chen's group of monks had grown by thirty, eventually reaching sixty-seven monks.

Those extra ones are all companions in the original team. After all, they are not the only ones entering the secret realm.

Over a forest of spiritual trees, dozens of cloud boats were suspended.

Lin Chen smeared the rebirth fluid on his arm and listened quietly to everyone's discussion.

The wound on his arm was brought to him by a person in the late stage of the Purple Mansion Realm. Of course, it was not because of his own strength, but because of a natural-level talisman.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and was physically strong enough, it might not have been as simple as being injured.
Chapter completed!