The frog mark on the forehead of the old man in the green robe exuded a mysterious halo, and the magic trick in his hand changed, urging the dark green bead in front of him.

Suddenly, a storm surged around this bead, and the tens of thousands of monks on the altar all felt the coldness of this storm, and hurriedly ran their qi to resist it, so as not to look embarrassed.

"The beginning of heaven and earth, nine and eight wilderness. Summoning the Kunlun Ruins, the Nine Shadows Realm!" The green-robed old man recited this obscure incantation in a distant and simple tone.

Eventually, a huge mirror appeared in the middle of the altar, and the glow of blue light shrouded over it, giving it a sense of spirituality.

"Warriors, your long-awaited Nine Netherworld has begun, and now you have teleported into it through this mirror, and there is a space of its own, and the laws are different. Remember to fight bravely, do not be afraid, no one will die inside, you are fighting in soul form, and you can be resurrected at any time. Hopefully, in these two hours, you'll kill enough enemies to earn a good ranking. The old man in the green robe announced loudly.

Then he leaped to an ancient banyan tree above the altar, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, his body exuding a mysterious qi that was like nothing, he should be guarding the entrance to the Nine Nether Realms.

At this time, the monks present were all excited, and they had long been looking forward to the happy battle and fighting, so they swarmed into this mirror.

The monks went one after another, and one by one they disappeared into the glaucoma mirror.

Lin Feng took his teammates and went in unhurriedly, stepping into the mirror, and suddenly felt enveloped by a strong blue light, and then the sky swirled, the same feeling as through a long-distance teleportation array.

When the energy fluctuations slowed down and stabilized, Lin Feng opened his eyes. The surroundings have changed dramatically.

But see that this is a huge cavern, there is magma flowing in various places, and there is even a river of magma on the edge of the cave that stretches all the way to the unknowable depths of the cave, and everywhere is reflected in the large amount of magma red.

There are many natural pearls and colorful spirit stones on the top of the cave, shining with brilliant brilliance, and the uneven ground is uneven. There are many huge bones of ancient demon beasts scattered, almost petrified, and I don't know how many years of wind and frost have been baptized here.

"Keng~"

Lin Feng grabbed a pitch-black quenched dagger with his backhand, which suddenly stabbed out from the void behind him, this person was an assassin who was good at concealment.

Fortunately, Lin Feng has experienced a hundred battles and reacts very quickly, otherwise he would have to suffer a dumb loss.

"Hey, how can you hold my Nether Blow?" the Assassin emerged from nothingness, his assassination momentum hindered. The art of concealment isn't perfect, but it's still relatively weak.

"Your cultivation is only in the middle stage of the sevenfold blood coagulation, and the hidden assassination method is not bad, but it's a pity that I met it. Lin Feng laughed lightly, directly broke the dagger, and threw it back.

The Assassin had half of his throat pierced with a dagger, and he fell to the ground, convulsed several times by the dagger's poison. Instead of bloodshed, it turned into a ghostly light and dissipated.

After all, there will be no real casualties in the Nine Nether Realms. This is a place specially established by the Ancient Qing Emperor for monks to sharpen their cultivation and learn from each other, and if they are killed here, they will soon be resurrected in another place and continue to participate in the battle. This continued until the end of the battle of the Nine Nether Realms.

"Since it's not a real kill, then I don't have a psychological burden. After all, I'm not a demon monk who kills at will. Here, I can let it go. "Lin Feng is already surging with fighting spirit, and he wants to fight heartily.

So, Lin Feng flipped over and took out the Yanlong Knife from the storage bag and looked at the surrounding situation. But seeing that there are very few people in this vicinity, only a dozen people, their cultivation is not high, and they are all in a tangled struggle.

There are archers in sharp positions, dodging the warrior's fierce marksmanship, and then seizing the opportunity to fire five arrows in a row, the warrior is killed, and then dissipates into a ghostly light.

Next, the archer was joined by several monks next to him, and they besieged him indiscriminately and killed him, no matter how clever his dodge method was, but his own cultivation was not high after all, and in this case he could only end up with hatred.

"Boys, let's go and resurrect again!" Lin Feng carried the Yanlong Knife and quickly sprinted away, the tip of the knife emitting many sparks on the ground.

"What a strong sword qi ......" A swordsman was so frightened that before he could finish speaking, he was slashed into a ghostly light by a red sword about a hundred feet long that struck out of thin air.

"This man was too strong to be beaten, and everyone fled in all directions. Another black-clothed warrior shouted.

They fled in panic, and suddenly, Lin Feng swung his knife and killed more than a dozen of their monks with a single move, turning them into ghost light and resurrecting them.

Lin Feng was still very puzzled in his heart: "Why was I randomly teleported to such a remote corner, and almost all around me were monks from the opposing camp?"

He was carrying the Yanlong Knife, his body was moving, and Luo Shen's Wind Resisting Technique had been perfected, and he was like a fish in water in the boundless cave full of magma, and he walked unhindered.

Some of the assassins who were sneaking in the shadows only felt a little breeze blowing, but it was actually Lin Feng flickering past them.

A moment later, Lin Feng saw a large-scale battle, there were monks everywhere, the heads of the people of these two camps emitted this green light and orange light respectively, and Lin Feng's own head emitted orange light, he belonged to the people of the latter camp.

In this vast cave, there are people everywhere, and there are no specific rules, only to use their martial arts and fight freely.

At this time, you can take a look at your personal bravery and experience what it is to be invincible and domineering.

However, most of the monks with this mentality were ruthlessly attacked by reality, because when they were fighting hard, many monks rushed up to target them, who were very conspicuous and brilliant.

No matter how powerful they were alone, under the frenzied siege, only the depressed ones were killed and dissipated into a ghostly light.

Lin Feng was observing the situation and situation, and he didn't fall in love with the battle too much, but everywhere he passed, he casually killed some unlucky guys, which can be described as a shocking body, and the knife was like a fire dragon.

The sound of weapons clashing, shouting and screaming is endless, reflecting the surrounding magma-filled environment, as if returning to the cruel battlefield of ancient times. Cowards can't survive here, some can only fight desperately, and only the strong can win dignity and glory!

Time passed like flowing water, and soon half an hour passed, and at this time, Lin Feng clearly found that the monk who was emitting a green light on his head had fallen behind. And those monks who were killed would be resurrected to become people from the hostile camp, and as the other side grew stronger, the number of monks in Lin Feng's camp increased.

The battlefield is about a momentum, a real sword and gun battle, there is no opportunistic tricks, as the intensity of the battle intensifies, the monks are red-eyed, this is not only a competition of martial arts, but also a battle of wits and courage. Highlight the blood.

At this time, Lin Feng noticed that a light curtain appeared on the heads of many monks, and there were a few words on it, which was the title marked with the intention of energy formation.

The Centurion and the Centurion have come out, and these are the best of the monks, brave and good at fighting, and they are all able to take charge of themselves. Raising his weapon, he led a group of monks to rush back and forth. The momentum is like a rainbow.

Some monks are centurions, riding domineering mounts, leading the team, looking very majestic, can be described as a golden iron horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

No monk will surrender. Even if you fall into the siege of enemy monks, you will meet it without hesitation, and you won't be really killed anyway, and it is good for you to experience the feeling of nine deaths in the Nine Nether Realm.

Lin Feng couldn't help but smile lightly when he saw that the title on his head was centurion. Xin said: "The law enforcement elder of the Zixuan Imperial Clan once said that he stopped at the title of centurion in his life, after all, he could get this title by killing a hundred monks, but the number of kills reached nine hundred and ninety-nine, and he was still a centurion. To earn the title of Commander of a Thousand Commanders, you have to kill thousands. ”

After all, the Nine Netherworld is a space of its own, which can process and gather the achievements of all the monks.

"This centurion brother, follow my team and rush to kill together!" This man is a bold strong man, riding a purple spirit war tiger and carrying a green dragon glaive sword.

He was also a centurion, Lin Feng felt that this person was quite bold, so he carried the Yanlong Sword and followed the team to kill together.

After all, the more time you fight, the more teams will be drawn together, and if you break in alone, you will fall into siege and hard fighting.

Those assassins who are good at stealth and stealth have no place to fight now, after all, everyone is in the team to fight, and they have no chance to carry out a sneak attack.

A few assassins were very unwilling, so they suddenly dodged out and attacked and killed, and after they succeeded, they planned to hide their bodies again, but they were tragically killed by the monks in the team, and they had no chance to resist.

Unless it is a person's strength that is particularly outstanding, a monk will feel very small on the battlefield of the Nine Nether Realms, like a flutter in the wind, and he can't help himself.

Lin Feng's team was not going well, and he exterminated some scattered monks along the way, only to meet a team led by local elite monks, which was a large team of several thousand people, led by three thousand commanders.

The sturdy warrior beside him, waving the Qinglong Glaive Sword, was about to go up and fight one of the commanders, he had few worries anyway, and he wanted to fight happily.

The commander sneered, held a double iron halberd, and jumped his horse to fight.

The two fought for more than 30 rounds, and the commander of the twin iron halberds slashed down with the momentum of falling meteors, and the accumulation of strong warriors was not as strong as his, and the Qinglong Glaive knife in his hand was smashed away, and then the double iron halberds slashed into his shoulders on both sides.

The warlike centurion sturdy warrior turned into a ghost light and went back to life, and the centurion waved his halberd and shouted: "Rush over to me, no one can stop me!"

Lin Feng's team was suddenly scattered and fled everywhere, but under the pursuit of the opponent's team of thousands of people, most of them were tragically killed.

In fact, Lin Feng found that these three commanders all had the strength of blood condensation ninefold, and they were very active in fighting, so they won the title of commander so quickly.

Lin Feng didn't want to fight these three commanders hard, in order to win a higher title, it was better to find a smaller team to fight.

The space of the Nine Nether Realm is so vast, and there are opponents everywhere, so you have to fight strategically, but you can't be like the martial artist who uses the Blue Dragon Glaive Sword, and directly fight the strong with the weak, of course, you will suffer. (To be continued......)