"Hahaha!" Jin Ji laughed.
"I, Jin Ji, am not afraid of anything except death!" Jin Ji looked at Lin Feng with bright eyes and said excitedly, "Brother Lin, is what you said true? Is there really such a good place to cultivate? Don't fool me and make me happy for nothing. "
"Of course not." Lin Feng smiled and said, "To be honest, my main body broke through to the Saint King level, and this cultivation place played an important role."
Whoosh! Jin Ji's eyes shone.
"However, we still need to wait for a while," Lin Feng said softly.
His main body was still cultivating rapidly in the Heavenly Fire Space, and his improvement was huge every second. Previously, when Qi Ling Xuan was in such a dangerous situation, he held back. Now, he would not let his main body appear casually and waste such a good opportunity to cultivate. After all, the Heavenly Fire Space was now an ownerless place. He could leave, but he could not enter again.
"How long?" Jin Ji asked.
"When we leave the Sorcerer Territory and return to the Southern Region … it should be about time," Lin Feng said softly.
"Okay!" Jin Ji clenched his fists and answered decisively. "Besides the Dao of Constellations, I still have many other things to do to advance to the Saint King level. There's no rush." After a pause, Jin Ji smiled. "Moreover, Brother Lin is right. If I don't make good use of such a compatible Heaven-Grade treasure, it would be a waste."
"Yes." Lin Feng smiled faintly and said, "You just have to increase your strength step by step."
"Sometimes, breaking through may not be as you think …"
…
Breakthroughs were unpredictable by the will of the heavens.
Lin Feng had a deep understanding of this. He had always wanted to break through the bottleneck of the Saint King level, but he had repeatedly hit a wall. Especially his clone, which had reached the peak of the Saint King level a long time ago. It could be said that the obstacle was very small, and he was only one step away. Even on the 108 steps of the Fearsome Ground, he had focused on cultivating his clone.
Who would have thought that his main body would break through first?
He had never thought well of it, but after cultivating bit by bit and improving step by step, then …
He broke through.
It was a casual breakthrough.
After which, he temporarily gave up on comprehending the mystery of the Sparrow Slayer. He thought that he was absolutely safe in Emperor Yan's City. Who would have thought that a battle would break out not long after he entered? And because of this, his doppelganger finally caught a glimpse of the mystery of the Sparrow Slayer and became clearer and clearer?
The affairs of the world were just so wonderful.
When you think about it, it doesn't appear.
But when you don't think about it, it sends itself to you.
"There are many things to do." Lin Feng's eyes shone brightly.
"I have to find the Purple Moon, seize the opportunity to fully comprehend the Mystery of Sparrow Kill, and explore the secrets of the Shaman Coins …"
"But for now, let's wait for Thousand Love Sovereign to finish her treatment first."
Lin Feng pondered.
No matter how important the matter was, it could be put aside for the time being.
Even if he were to cultivate now, he would not be able to concentrate as he was constantly worried about Thousand Love Empress's safety. Rather than cultivating intermittently and causing his mind to be distracted, it would not be too late to take it slowly after everything had settled down.
…
In the library.
In the villa area, there was a rather large library.
In the nearly 10,000 square meters room, there were more than 100,000 books of different sizes. They were divided into different categories and were dazzling. At a glance, there were all kinds of words, which gave one a headache. Lin Feng pondered for a moment as he recalled the scene in Yan Imperial City.
He did not recognize the three words of the huge Qi Ling Xuan.
"In the Dou Ling World, the three languages are the most widespread and the most common."
"The Ancient Race Language, the Witch Race Language, and the Demon Race Language."
Lin Feng thought to himself.
Thousand Love Sovereign had mentioned these to him before.
Including herself, she was proficient in the Ancient Race and the Witch Race Language.
"Shun, King Lu, King Yan … Basically, to travel in the Dou Ling World, one must learn the Witch Race Language." Lin Feng thought to himself. He was already mentally prepared for this. The Ancient Race Language and the Human Race Language were universal and did not need to be learned. However, he must master the Witch Race Language.
After all, he was the Lord of the Southern Region.
"I heard from Thousand Love Sovereign that the Demon Race Language is quite difficult to learn."
"It's easy to hear but hard to say. The structure of the Demon Race and the Human Race Language is quite different. Hmm … let's talk about this later."
Lin Feng nodded.
Compared to the Demon Race Language, the Witch Race Language was more important.
In fact, after the experts of the Demon Race took human form, many of them would learn the Witch Race Language or the Ancient Race Language. Hence, it was not that important to learn the Demon Race Language. Lin Feng strolled around casually, looking for the language category. He scanned through the books one by one.
On each bookshelf, there was a name of the category. It was marked in the Witch Race Language and the Ancient Race Language.
Hence, he could understand it.
It was quite human-like.
Soon —
"It's here." Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He saw the word "Language" clearly.
Language was a rather large category. It ranged from the Witch Race, the Ancient Race Language, and the Demon Race Language to the Divine Beasts, the Strange Beasts, and the various neutral races. Even each race of the Demon Race had its own language. If one were to really count, there would be tens of thousands of different languages.
There were about a few hundred books on this bookshelf. It was quite a lot.
At the very least, it should have everything.
"Encyclopedia of the Ancient Race Language, Demon Race Language …"
"Basics of the Witch Race Common Language." Lin Feng's eyes lit up and he immediately took it down.
The words on the top were clearly displayed. It was a thick book with the Ancient Race Language translation. It was like a dictionary.
This was it!
"There's also Advancements of the Witch Race Common Language, Encyclopedia of the Witch Race Common Language …" Lin Feng glanced through the books and smiled. He was not in a hurry. He had to take one step at a time. It was impossible to reach the sky in one step. He would first learn the Basics of the Witch Race Common Language.
He glanced at the other bookshelves. There were similar Witch Race Language books, but this one was much more pleasing to the eye.
Most importantly … it was quite thick!
Thick meant that there were more words. It meant that the explanation was clear.
When learning the Witch Race Language, he might learn the thin one quickly, but it might not be better than the thick one.
There was nothing wrong with being more careful.
Just as he was about to leave, suddenly —
"Hmm?" Lin Feng was slightly stunned. His gaze fell on the furthest bookshelf.
It was the same bookshelf, but there were only a dozen books, and they were all quite thin. Compared to the other bookshelves, each of which had hundreds of books, the bookshelf in the furthest corner of the row was undoubtedly strange and had a mysterious aura.
"It's interesting," Lin Feng said softly.
He walked slowly to the furthest corner. His gaze fell on the bookshelf. Suddenly —
"Wow!" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
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The Fallen Witch Mountain.
The torn Blood Evil Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation was no longer powerful.
The Ghost Soldiers were killed one by one. The Sage Kings of the Witch Race led by Houtu and Xuan Ming exhausted all their strength to protect the Witch Race army. Now, as the Blood Evil Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation was broken and connected to the outside world, how could Houtu and Xuan Ming not know?
No matter how much strength they had used, they were Sage Kings after all.
However, they did not choose to leave. Instead, they continued to fight with the remaining Ghost Soldiers. Killing one was one. During the time they fled, their clansmen would suffer fewer casualties. The guilt in Houtu and Xuan Ming's hearts was no less than Gou Mang's.
They could not absolve themselves from the blame for this defeat.
Before they left, their eldest brother, Di Jiang, had repeatedly told them not to participate in the battle. In the end …
Their impulsiveness and willfulness had caused the Witch Race army to suffer.
…
Vast and mighty!
Although the gap was small, the Witch Race experts rushed out in a line. They were extremely fast.
Witch King Di Jiang's face was pale. He had used up a lot of strength, but he did not show any signs of weakness. He stood in the void with his head held high and looked down like a king. As the leader of the Witch Race, he could not show his weak side at any time, even if it meant death.
Because he was the spiritual leader of the Witch Race.
"We're still a little late." Di Jiang's heart sank.
The death rate of the Middle Army was about 50%. This was a huge number. Compared to the death rate of the Witch Race army, the loss of the Demon Race army was almost negligible. Although the Demon Race army was not much less than the Witch Race army in terms of numbers, it was a completely different number.
The Demon Race did not care if one of them died. Similar to humans, the Demon Race's reproduction ability was very strong.
But for the Witch Race, one of them died. It was a real consumption of strength.
"Although half of them are still alive, a small number of them are seriously injured and have lost their combat ability."
"More than half of them are injured, and it will take more than a day or two for them to recover to their peak strength. Those who have retained their full strength and have only used up a little bit of their strength are the Saint Kings and individual Saints."
Di Jiang heaved a long sigh. His cold eyes were filled with sorrow.
Under his leadership, the Sorcerer Tribe had never suffered such a crushing defeat.
"Underestimating the enemy is indeed a big taboo on the battlefield."
"I wanted to beat the Demon Race into the bottomless abyss in one go. In the end … I was the one who was slapped in the face."
"This time, it's really troublesome."
Witch King Di Jiang raised his head. His eyes were confused.
Defeat was not the end and doomsday, but he … did not have much time left.
With this crushing defeat, the Witch Race had a slim chance of making a comeback in a short time. The balance of the battle tilted towards the Demon Race again.
"As expected, enduring and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack is my style?" Di Jiang laughed self-deprecatingly.
He wanted to do the same and repeat the second Great Witch Race, but … time was not on his side.
…
On the other side.
Goumang had gone completely crazy!
He fought with his life and did not care about his own safety at all. His astral origin power seemed to be inexhaustible. His face was ferocious and bloody. "Tick!" "Tick!" Blood dripped from his wounds. He was seriously injured, but Goumang seemed to feel no pain. He attacked the Demon Race army like a fierce ghost.
He fought the four Demon Emperors of the Demon Race by himself!
Even Dijiang wouldn't do such a thing, but Goumang was doing it with the determination to die.
In terms of individual strength, even the weakest of the four Demon Emperors, Fox Princess, was stronger than Goumang. However, in terms of fighting spirit and determination, Goumang's combat ability soared sharply when he used all kinds of self-destructive moves. Right now, he. He had the strength to fight with any of the four Demon Emperors.
He was fearless.
He was even prepared to sacrifice himself.
To atone for his sins!
"Roar!" He roared. Blood light boiled with astral origin power. Goumang's killing intent was awe-inspiring.
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