The battle lasted for a long time.
To truly kill a Saint King was not an easy task.
That day, Lin Feng and King Ju were able to determine the victor in such a short time because they were both equally powerful. In a battle of life and death, the victor could be decided with a single thought. However, it was different this time. Chi Huo and Hong Feng were trapped beasts, and Lin Feng had the upper hand.
If he wanted to win, he had to win thoroughly.
Time was not a problem. It was better to avoid injuries.
After exhausting the fiery-red man's strength, Lin Feng condensed flames in his hands and burned him to ashes.
In front of him, a few Xiantian treasures flashed. Lin Feng curled up the corners of his mouth and casually took them. These Purple and White Earth-Rank Innate Treasures were enough to make people fight to the death. Although he had no use for them, they were quite abundant as spoils of war.
"It's all thanks to this." Lin Feng looked at the Fire Calming Pearl with bright eyes.
A Heaven-Rank Innate Treasure indeed had heaven-defying power. Even if the Fire Calming Pearl was not fully awakened, it was already so terrifying.
The fiery-red man was suppressed by the Fire Calming Pearl. His flame power was completely restrained by the Fire Calming Pearl. His defeat was already destined. Although he had lured him into a direct confrontation several times, he had been exhausted to death. His loss could be said to be extremely sullen.
In fact, if he could have escaped, he might not have been able to stop him.
"What a pity." Lin Feng's eyes burned.
It was obvious that these human powerhouses had become sacrificial lambs.
Even if he did not kill them, they would not be able to leave after entering the array. Although he did not know what Lam Tok Tei was planning, it was definitely not a good idea. In his mind, the battle with Lam Tok Tei and the heaven-defying Red Rank Innate Treasure appeared. Lin Feng's heart sank.
If he did not have a way to break Lam Tok Tei's Heaven-Rank Treasure, it would be harder for him to kill him.
However, it was not the time to think about this.
Lin Feng shook his head helplessly.
These cultivators who had been sacrificed were trapped in the array, but wasn't he the same?
It was easy to enter the array, but difficult to break through, and even more difficult to exit!
Let's put it aside for now.
For him, the reunion with Wan Mochou was the most important thing.
Compared to that, what was the point of leaving the formation? It might be difficult for a while, but it would not be difficult for a lifetime. He would find a way eventually.
"You're finally here, Brother Wan." Lin Feng looked at Wan Mochou and saw that familiar face. They had so much to talk about after such a long separation. There was a period of time when he thought that Wan Mochou had disappeared from the face of the earth because of some mishap.
Now, he could finally relax.
"Haha, it's a long story." Wan Mochou laughed heartily. He was also very happy.
Opening their arms, the two of them embraced each other. Reuniting after such a long time, they didn't need to say anything.
…
"I see …" Lin Feng nodded in realization.
"There's no other way." Wan Mochou shrugged and said, "I happened to find a fairyland in the Wildlands. I heard from my master that the Samsara would only open once every 1,000 years. Knowing my ambition, he tied me up and brought me in without even informing me." Wan Mochou said with a helpless expression.
"No wonder." Lin Feng said with a smile.
There was not even a message. He had looked for Wan Mochou several times, but there was no response. It was like a stone sinking into the sea.
If he dared to ask, he would be forced to cultivate in seclusion.
What he didn't expect the most was that Wan Mochou's master was the lone bandit Ke Ke. Lin Feng heaved a long sigh, feeling very sad. Although he understood why Ke Ke supported him that day, what made him sad was that Ke Ke had already met with misfortune.
Wan Mochou came to the Orange Moon Palace and became his scapegoat precisely because he knew that his master was killed.
"Alas." Lin Feng pursed his lips, feeling very guilty.
Speaking of which, Ke Ke died because of him.
"Don't be sad, Brother Lin. It's normal for cultivators to be separated by life and death. It's not a big deal to lose your head and have a scar the size of a bowl." Wan Mochou said extraordinarily. He had experienced a lot and was much more open-minded than Lin Feng. "If my master knew in the underworld that you had avenged him, he would be able to rest in peace."
Lin Feng shook his head. "The one who killed Senior Ke Ke might not be Palace Master Orange Yan."
"Hmm?" Wan Mochou frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It's a long story, and I'm not sure." Lin Feng's eyes were sparkling, but he didn't say anything else.
In his opinion, it would be difficult for Palace Master Orange Yan to kill Senior Ke Ke alone. It must be related to Lam Tok Tei in countless ways. Just like this conspiracy, he didn't have any evidence. Moreover, Wan Mochou was impulsive. It might not be a good thing to tell him.
Suddenly —
"Boom!" Not far away, it was as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking.
The shocking strike put a perfect end to the battle between War Gods.
Wan Mochou looked over, and his eyes lit up. In the hazy mist, Lin Feng's doppelganger stood upright with a long spear in his hand like an unparalleled overlord. Below his feet was a pool of blood. The Holy King-level War God had lost all signs of life.
Dead!
…
"Brother Lin, your strength is really impressive." Wan Mochou looked at Lin Feng and clicked his tongue.
"Aren't you the same?" Lin Feng said with a smile.
"Well, I'm still far behind you." Wan Mochou curled his lips and said straightforwardly, "In the Wonderland, my master helped me cultivate, and I made rapid progress. Then, by chance, we went deeper into the blessed land and obtained great opportunities. I thought I could surpass you this time, but who would have thought …"
Looking at Lin Feng, Wan Mochou shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm still far behind you."
Lin Feng said with a smile, "I'm just one step ahead of you. I believe you'll catch up with me sooner or later."
"Of course!" Wan Mochou patted his chest and said confidently.
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.
The silent environment suddenly relaxed.
"Let's agree that we'll split the spoils." Lin Feng looked at Wan Mochou.
"Of course. I can't be a scapegoat for nothing. I have to make up for it." Wan Mochou said with a smile, "Anyway, you don't need those."
The two looked at each other, and they both knew.
For Lin Feng, he wanted to give all the Connate Treasures of these three people and Palace Master Ju Yan to Wan Mochou, but Wan Mochou would definitely not accept them. For Wan Mochou, if she didn't accept some of them, Lin Feng would have a hard time. The two had reached a consensus that it was better for both of them to split the spoils.
Soon —
They divided the spoils equally.
The spoils were bountiful, especially the Connate Treasures of Palace Master Ju Yan, which were extremely precious.
There were ten treasures in total, and each person got five.
Two were black, one was white, one was purple, and one was indigo.
"Oh." Wan Mochou whistled and smiled. "Brother Lin, next time you need a scapegoat, call me."
"You're still in the mood to joke." Lin Feng smiled. "Let's think about how to get out of the formation."
"There's no hurry." Wan Mochou smiled faintly. "This ancient formation doesn't have much destructive power. It operated for so long before, and it only has a hallucinatory effect." Wan Mochou nodded thoughtfully and said softly, "Palace Master Ju Yan is dead, and the person who triggered this ancient formation to unleash its destructive power has disappeared. We can take our time to think about it. At most, we'll stay here for a few years. It doesn't matter."
"How can it not matter?" Lin Feng said helplessly. "Not to mention a few years, the Southern Region will be turned upside down in a few months."
He didn't have so much time to waste here.
"What does the Southern Region have to do with us?" Wan Mochou sneered. "Brother Lin, don't tell me you've returned to the Lin clan and acknowledged your family?"
Lin Feng nodded, his eyes bright.
"After you left, a lot of things happened." Lin Feng said slowly. "Not only did I return to the Lin clan, but I also married the wife I was betrothed to before I was born. I went deep into the ancient clan and found my roots." Lin Feng ignored Wan Mochou, whose mouth had formed an 'O' shape, and continued, "And now …"
"I'm already the ruler of the entire Southern Region. I'm the Emperor of the Southern Region."
Wan Mochou was completely dumbfounded.
※ ※ ※
Palace Master Ju Yan was dead.
The news spread like a hurricane through the entire Orange Moon Palace. Everyone was shocked.
"Palace Master was killed because she offended Emperor Lin!"
"Everyone, run for your lives. Lin Feng has given the order to kill every martial artist of the Orange Moon Palace on sight!"
"Confiscate all the belongings of the Orange Moon Palace!"
"And raze the Orange Moon Palace to the ground!"
…
The war had broken out.
As Lin Feng's order was passed down, countless experts swarmed into the Orange Moon Palace. They killed anyone they saw and plundered everything they saw. Burning the camps without the slightest bit of mercy. All the martial artists of the Orange Moon Palace fled in all directions. How many of them would live and die with the Orange Moon Palace?
The one who gave the order was the tyrant of the Southern Region —
Lin Feng!
Kill without mercy!
Blood flowed like a river. The entire Orange Moon Palace became a living hell.
Under the careful planning of Lam Tok Tei and Elder Liu, they once again smashed a hole in the depths of Lin Feng like a hammer.
…
The Orange Moon Palace had fallen.
The time spent was merely a few hours.
It spanned across Little Quanzhou and was known as one of the strongest forces in the Southern Region. It had a long history and great power. But so what? The fire spread and burned not only the entire Orange Moon Palace, but also Little Quanzhou, which had suffered a serious blow, and the hearts of every Saint.
The fox mourned for the death of the hare.
No one knew if they would be the next one to die.
If Lin Feng didn't have the tyrant's previous means, perhaps there would be a chance to clear his name now. But now, even if Lin Feng came out in person, who would believe him? Someone had seen Lin Feng go deep into the Orange Moon Palace, and then Palace Lord Orange Yan died. How could there be such a coincidence?
Habitual thinking was actually that simple.
And for Lam Tok Tei, this was the simplest way to frame someone else.
The worst thing was that Lin Feng still didn't know.
…
…
The Orange Moon Palace had collapsed.
But the Formation of Nine Bends of the Heaven River would not be affected at all.
With the protection of the ancient bell, even Saint King-level experts couldn't destroy it. It was unique among the ruins. And Lin Feng and Wan Mochou were now figuring out how to get in and out. In addition to the previous battle, they had been in the Ancient Bell Formation for a full day and night.
However, it was easy to enter the formation, but difficult to break through it. Getting out was almost equivalent to breaking the formation.
It was even more difficult!
"My head hurts. I hate formations the most." Wan Mochou frowned.
Lin Feng didn't say anything. He just kept experimenting with various ways to get out of the formation. From time to time, he could hear the bell ringing in his ears.
There was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"The bell seems to be a warning?"
"Is it my illusion?"
Lin Feng frowned slightly, and his heart trembled.
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he heard the bell ringing in his ears again. It was frightening.
But this time, it was very different from before!
"Oh no!" Lin Feng's expression changed.
…
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