Chapter 655
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"Attack!"
Many cultivators shouted.
They attacked without hesitation.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Following that, all sorts of powerful attacks erupted.
They charged towards the ferocious beasts.
That kind of power was truly shocking.
The combined attacks of so many cultivators were naturally powerful.
The three beasts roared continuously.
They were also powerful enough to withstand the attacks of the crowd.
"Everyone, follow me and slay this beast."
A cultivator stepped forward.
"Mu Wuxu."
Someone was shocked, recognizing that cultivator.
He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and exuded a shocking aura.
This person was not simple.
He was the son of the Northern Wilderness City's City Lord.
"Attack!" Dozens of cultivators immediately joined forces and attacked the python with Mu Wuxu.
"Yin Yang Realm cultivation."
Lin Feng rubbed his chin and looked at Mu Wuxu. This person was terrifying.
"Everyone, follow me and slay this yaksha puppet."
Another person stepped forward.
It was a woman. She wore a snow-white dress that made her look like a fairy from the Nine Heavens.
Her skin was smooth and supple.
Was this the type of woman they were talking about?
Her skin was snow-white, and her figure was tall and charming. Her long legs were accentuated by her dress, making her look very alluring.
It was a beautiful and moving face.
However, his face had an ice- cold expression.
She looked like a cold goddess.
She was also a Yin Yang Realm cultivator.
"Song Qian."
Many people were surprised.
Song Qian was the princess of the Barbarian Kingdom.
…
Lin Feng rubbed his chin.
The Barbarian Kingdom was a subordinate force of the Blue Cloud Sect.
They were different from the ingrates of the Qingyang Sect.
Although the Barbarian Kingdom was very powerful, they still had a close relationship with the Blue Cloud Sect.
Lin Feng had heard that the Barbarian Kingdom had several Yin Yang Realm cultivators.
He did not expect the princess of the Barbarian Kingdom to be so powerful.
This surprised Lin Feng.
Many people followed Song Qian and attacked the Yaksha puppets.
"I'll deal with the third beast."
Another person stepped forward.
This person wore a starry robe and had a handsome face.
He had no intention of restraining his aura.
He displayed his Yin-Yang Realm strength to the people around him.
"He Hongxuan, you've actually broken through to the Yin Yang Realm!"
Song Qian was slightly surprised.
"That's right. I broke through a month ago."
He Hong Xuan laughed loudly and was extremely pleased with himself.
Song Qian nodded and did not say anything else.
"He Hongxuan, the genius of Shenjian Villa!"
Someone whispered.
As one of the four major forces in the Waste Region, the disciples cultivated by the Deity Sword Villa were naturally not simple.
He Hongxuan was flamboyant.
However, with his Yin-Yang Realm strength, he did have the right to be arrogant.
"Let's kill this scorpion."
He Hongxuan wielded his long sword and slashed out. Sword Qi crisscrossed and slashed towards the ferocious beast.
Boom boom boom …
These cultivators were roughly divided into three groups.
They launched a fierce attack on the beast.
A fierce battle ensued.
The three ferocious beasts were gradually losing their strength.
They were killed one after another.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The three Yin Yang cultivators took the lead and flew into the cave.
The rest of the people also swarmed in and rushed into the cave.
"Mochou."
Lin Feng looked at the name of the abode.
This name was a little strange, and more or less made people feel a little sad.
Lin Feng did not think too much and entered the cave.
There were many stone rooms in the cave.
Many of the stone rooms had stone doors with restrictions on them.
Many cultivators were already breaking the restrictions on the stone doors.
Stone rooms were constantly being opened.
"Medicinal pills …"
Soon, an excited voice came from one of the stone rooms.
Then, the sound of fighting could be heard.
Many cultivators were fighting.
When Lin Feng arrived, a large amount of blood flowed out of the stone room.
The ground was filled with corpses.
Many people were locked in a life-and-death struggle over the medicinal pills.
It was a tragic sight.
Lin Feng did not enter to fight for the pills.
He was an Earth-tier alchemist.
Medicinal pills were not that attractive to him.
Another stone door was opened.
Lin Feng entered.
Many people went crazy for the things inside.
There were Dharma treasures and some scrolls.
There was also a dressing table.
"This is a female cultivator's abode?"
Lin Feng was surprised. He walked towards the dressing table and saw a piece of silk. There was a poem written on the silk.
Grass grows under the Dragon Mound, crows make noise on the city walls. Who is in this city? Pomegranates grow in the corners of the city.
Black hair tied to five horses, golden hair tied to two oxen. White fish steered a lotus boat, swimming ten miles at night.
Returned without anyone knowing, secretly went to Agarwood Inn. The gauze bed leaned on Yao Se, the waning moon bent the curtain hooked.
Today the hibiscus flowers fall, tomorrow the paulownia trees fall. If I fail to do business, how can I be called Mochou?
This poem was about a woman's longing and waiting for the man she loved.
But in the end, only endless sadness and sorrow were left.
Because the woman did not wait for the man to come.
"Mochou, Mochou, is this female cultivator called Mochou?"
Lin Feng murmured.
If this poem was written by a woman called Mochou.
It could be seen that even in death, she could not forget the love in her heart.
As the saying goes, in heaven we are willing to be birds flying wing to wing, on earth we are willing to be intertwined branches.
But how many couples in the world could do this?
Most of them only saw the new person smile, but not the old person cry.
Perhaps this Mochou was an "old person"?
Feelings were the most difficult thing in the world to understand.
Giving one's heart.
What one received was often hurt.
"It seems that no matter how strong one's cultivation is, it is difficult to cut off the feelings in one's heart."
Lin Feng murmured.
Suddenly.
His gaze was attracted by a bronze mirror on the dressing table.
Bronze …
Lin Feng was shocked.
In this era, bronze represented a very special meaning.
Tracing back, it was even before the Desolate Era.
There was a great era called the Bronze Age.
That era left a glorious chapter in history because of the abundance of bronze wares.
Any one of the bronze artifacts possessed the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.
For example, Lin Feng had the bronze fragment.
According to the Fire Qilin, it had reached the level of a "Holy Emperor Weapon".
This was a Supreme-Being level magic treasure.
And now, bronze had long been difficult to find.
Even if some bronze had been passed down, they would be collected by the top forces to stabilize the sect's fate.
Now, this mirror was actually made of bronze.
This made Lin Feng very surprised.
"It can't be a bronze, right?" Lin Feng murmured.
Bronze was a material that could not be found in the Bronze Age.
Obviously, this bronze mirror had a very long history.
Lin Feng held the bronze mirror in his hand and inserted a strand of energy into it.
Buzz.
The bronze mirror emitted a shocking fluctuation.
"What a treasure."
Lin Feng was shocked.
Many cultivators were alarmed. A dozen or so cultivators walked over.
Their eyes were full of greed as they looked at the bronze mirror in Lin Feng's hand.
A cultivator looked at Lin Feng indifferently. "Boy, hand over the bronze mirror and we will spare your life."
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