Chapter 1910 Rebirth of flesh and blood, recovery of cultivation
"Jiu Yingwei, Cen Mo, please come with me later to deal with the three high-ranking saints guarding the gate, and leave the rest to the ten of them."
After thinking for a moment, Leng He turned his head and looked at the two people not far away and said solemnly.
"Are you sure that ten of them can deal with thirty intermediate saints?"
Upon hearing this, Jiu Yingwei immediately questioned Leng Hedao in a deep voice, "Although they are some middle-level saint kings, they were powerful lower-level saint emperors during their lifetime, and their combat power is not weak."
The warriors from the Ancient Continent who entered the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion are all the elites among the powerful ones in the Saint King Realm of the Ancient Continent.
Theoretically speaking, there is no problem when the upper-level saint king fights against the three middle-level saint kings.
But the middle saint king in the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion is not the middle saint king in the true sense.
They were once powerful lower-level Saint King realm experts, and their combat power was naturally much stronger than that of ordinary mid-level Saint Kings.
"I am not sure."
Leng He sighed softly, but he understood Jiu Yingwei's concerns, "When we enter the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion, we should be prepared to die here. Now we are fighting for the future of the Ancient Continent, and we cannot go because of this.
When the danger is too great, we will hesitate to move forward. With thirteen people fighting thirty-three, there is indeed a possibility of failure, but it does not mean that there is no chance of victory."
"Don't forget, not everyone among the ten of them is a high-ranking saint."
Jiu Yingwei narrowed his eyes slightly and did not refute Leng He's words. He just glanced at Ling Tian and the others.
Among the thirteen people here, only Ling Tian, Ling Nian, and Bai Ji are all high-ranking saints.
"You're worrying too much about this."
Leng He couldn't help laughing when he heard Jiu Yingwei's words, "Whether they are middle-level saints or lower-level saints, being able to represent the ancient continent and enter the Nine Swords Immortal Palace has proven that their strength is not too weak.
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From the conversation between Jiu Yingwei and Leng He, it is not difficult to see that Jiu Yingwei looks down on Ling Tian and the others.
However, Leng He's views were somewhat different from Jiu Yingwei's, and he recognized the strength of Ling Tian and the others.
What he said just now also made Ling Tian feel a little fond of Leng He.
"Stop talking nonsense, please
Go quickly!"
Cen Mo next to him was already a little impatient and urged him with a cold face.
Leng He immediately looked at Jiu Yingwei, waiting for Jiu Yingwei's final statement.
"Then let's go!"
Jiu Yingwei glanced at Ling Tian, then turned to look to the east.
He had not forgotten Ling Tian's murder of Jiu Yingzheng, but he also knew that it was not the time to kill Ling Tian yet.
To him, killing Ling Tian was a trivial matter, but it might also cause dissatisfaction with the Leng Saint Clan and the Netherworld Holy Land.
If the short-lived alliance formed by the three major forces is disbanded, it will be more difficult to cross the gate of the yellow sand world.
The thirteen people reached an agreement and headed eastward.
Because they didn't plan to wait for other help, everyone walked quickly this time without wasting time.
Not long after, a ten-foot-tall iron tower appeared in everyone's sight.
"The boundary gate should be right there."
Ling Tian looked at the iron tower and whispered.
It is not difficult to guess why the skeletons in the yellow sand world guard the Realm Gate.
They knew that the warriors from the Ancient Continent who entered the Nine Swords Immortal Mansion wanted to go through the gate to the next small world.
Guarding the realm gate is equivalent to waiting for the rabbit to kill the living person and return to the underworld.
"Slow down."
Leng He flew past everyone's eyes and immediately slowed down after seeing the iron tower.
After all, there are thirty-three skeletons guarding the gate, so there is no harm in being cautious.
But just when they were still hundreds of steps away from the iron tower, a group of yellow-robed men rushed out and formed a circle in an instant, surrounding Ling Tian Thirteen.