Shangguan Yun will not hide anything. Anyway, these people will know it when the time comes.

And it is not easy to find these people this time, not only to help the ancestors of Baihualin have more opportunities to obtain the Tibetan Sophora Bell, but also to cut off more people from the hostile Qingyue Forest for Baihualin.

At the edge, Lin Chen touched the talisman in his hand and thought with his eyes. This seemed to be a talisman made by stealing the power of Zanghuai Zhong.

The sound of horns was heard in the distance, and the flying boats belonging to other forces in the distance moved.

Shangguan Yunjiang stared at the flying boat rushing towards him from afar. Murderous intent filled the sky, making thousands of monks behind him feel nervous.

A long black flag was placed above the head, with an image of a strange monster on it, resembling an eagle and a wolf.

"Kill!" Infinite murderous intent followed, and a scalp-numbing roar came from the void. The eagle-like wolf-like monster pattern actually ran out of the flag and covered Shangguan Yunjiang's body.

Thousands of monks followed from behind, and Lin Chen kept his eyes fixed on General Shangguan Yun.

"The ancient monster tattooed bird, is this a flag made from the soul of the tattooed bird?" Lin Chen was surprised. The ancient monster beast, only an extinct race is qualified to use this name. Unexpectedly, it reappeared.

Before there was any time to think about it, the Zifu Realm armies from both sides had already touched each other. In an instant, terrifying fluctuations were unleashed in all directions. The void was also broken in an instant, turning into fragments and flowing into the depths of the void. However, they recovered after a few breaths.

At the same time, dozens of tidal waves of spiritual energy covered the area, and a large area of ​​the Zifu Realm fell at the moment of the battle.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, Lin Chen cut off the head of a middle-level Zifu realm man with a sword, shocking several people around him and quickly moved away.

"This man is too strong, let's replace him." Someone yelled, with frightened eyes. The man who died just now was his companion, and he was stronger than him.

"I'll come." A late-stage monk came to greet him. Lin Chen's eyes were cold, and a pale cold air filled the surroundings.

"Fall into the sea!" He raised his right palm downwards, and the late monk only felt a chill on his head. He looked up in horror, and saw that the void above was like a broken mirror, pressing down on his head layer by layer.

He struggled with all his strength, but was suppressed by the tower of blue magic weapon above the young man in white, unable to move.

His face turned red, then purple, and the monk raised his palm and slapped his chest violently.

"Poof!" Blood spurted out, and he finally broke free from Lin Chen's restraint, and then stabbed him with a spear.

It's too late to run away now. Only by defeating those two long-whisker-like spells head-on can you have a chance to survive.

Green vines flashed past in the void, and Lin Chen appeared a hundred meters away from the monk in an instant, and then blood lines filled the air, and fist marks were blasted out.

In the opponent's desperate eyes, the fist seal hit the real energy shield, and the thick real energy shattered, interrupting the real energy sent to the spear in the opponent's hand.

With his true essence disconnected, he could only forcefully activate the magic weapon he had tempered for decades to burst out with the strongest power.

The long beards of the pale sword energy crossed and fell down, but fortunately, his carefully tempered magic weapon did not let him down, blocking the force that was squeezed down like a broken mirror.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, an invisible force fell from above his head.

With his pupils dilated, he turned his head with difficulty to look at Lin Chen, as if he was wondering why he was still dead despite being blocked.

Covered by the tide of spiritual power, Lin Chen smashed the person in front of him with one palm and put away the other person's storage ring.

There is no need to explain to the dead. Even if you tell him that you blocked the real dragon's long beard but the power has penetrated through, he still won't understand.

With the ice sword condensed in his hand, Lin Chen then killed other Zifu late stage ones.

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Around the trunk of the huge locust tree, hundreds of Yuanxiangjing naturally pay attention to the movement outside.

"Haha, you sanctimonious people are no worse than us evil cultivators in doing things. So many people are willing to die just because they want to." From the shadows, an evil laugh came out, expressing deep disdain for these people.

"If Fellow Blood Killer Daoist can speak, please speak more, otherwise you won't be able to get out of the secret realm." Someone followed suit, with strong resentment in his tone.

Compared with the people below, those who are not in the Yuan Xiang Realm among the thirteen major forces were tricked into coming in. There are not many 'Heavenly Material' level spiritual beings here.

Not only that, they were forced to fight an irrelevant battle, fighting purely to let others die.

Now, they still have to use their own strength to help the powerful ones above to fight for the Tibetan Sophora Bell.

In the end, they may not even be able to touch a hair. Can someone among them get the hidden locust bell?

Although those Danones promised that there would be benefits afterwards, who would believe it? Not counting the hundreds of Yuan Xiangjing among those present, the remaining two hundred or so people were not a small number.

There are so many people, and even if each person has a piece of "natural material", they feel very distressed.

A cold snort came from one person's mouth, "Does this person have grievances? When the time comes, I will explain it to you when your Majesty comes down."

The scene became quiet. The situation was stronger than the people. These scattered Yuanxiang realms did not dare to speak nonsense in front of the powerful.

"Hmph!" Seeing that these people stopped talking, the man said, "You should work harder. The longer the Tibetan Sophora Bell is delayed, the stronger its power will be. You don't want to see someone around you being turned into a wooden puppet, right?"

"It's funny, you said that, you might as well kill yourself and make sure the Zanghuai Zhong's flaws are exposed after repairing it."

Some people sneered that they were afraid of the powerful, but they were both in the Yuan Xiang realm, and they had to fight to decide who was the younger brother.

"Haha, what are they doing? If they really end up, Wansen Territory will probably have to change their blood because of this Tibetan Sophora Bell."

"Forget it, it's better to tighten your mind, lest one of you is accidentally transformed into a wooden puppet." Someone came out to hold back the Yuanxiang who were so excited, not wanting them to start fighting again.

"Isn't it just a wooden puppet? If you kill one by one, the progress will be much faster than what we are doing now."

"Then you come? The wooden puppet has the same strength as the real body, and it can also self-destruct."

"Okay, just say a few words. Do you really think the seniors above can't hear you?"

The scene was quiet again.

"Haha, look at your Baihualin's immortality and Qingyuelin's immortality. They are truly spiritual among people, with strong foundations."

"Indeed, indeed, I remember that little guy's name is Shangguan Yunjiang. He really has the demeanor of a senior Shangguan."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in green clothes moved his eyes slightly, and he saw a familiar figure among them.

"This kid is here too."

Then he looked at the Tibetan Locust Bell above.

"Wooden puppet, haha, it's a bit interesting."
Chapter completed!