Lin Fei once thought about going to the land of the Immortal Ancestors and taking down Lingxiao Bagua Mountain.

Lingxiao Bagua Mountain is an important place to provide basic resources for Heavenly Court. It contains the subtlety of the innate gossip runes, which can condense the aura of heaven and earth, swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, and mass-produce spirit stones, fairy spirit stones, and other precious ores.

It is precisely because of its existence that it can make the Eight or Nine Xuanbing Land work perfectly, and there is no need to worry about the lack of resources.

But such a thought only flashed for a moment, and then he completely rejected it.

There is no other reason, such a precious place of creation, everyone understands its strategic significance, and the Alliance of All Races must be prepared.

There is even a great possibility that when the Immortal Ancestor left, he had already taken the entire mountain with him.

After all, after Haotian was refined with the authority of the human emperor, it was no longer a place of immovable creation protected by heaven and earth, but more similar to the magic weapon in the palm of Zhenbei City.

There is no need to go far, it is better to play steadily step by step and gradually gain the opportunity to win.

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In the ancestral land of Xuanhu, there are many people with unkind faces among the hundreds of golden immortals, who are looking at the cold spirit next to the virtual sand table.

It was said that Lin Fei might come here and let the powers of all clans ambush here, but what was the result?

There is no fart, and it is empty again!

"I'm exhausted. The Demon Ancestor sneered, feeling extremely dissatisfied with the current situation, and the killing intent in his eyes was extremely cold.

Just one Lin Fei actually forced the Golden Immortals of all clans to be deflated again and again, how could he swallow this breath?

Even though the Ten Thousand Races Alliance has the absolute strength to crush it, it can't find Lin Fei's whereabouts, how can this be used? It's like a fist that has been clenched on the cotton, making people feel aggrieved.

"I'm waiting for hundreds of golden immortals, why can't I help a Lin Fei?!" Not only the Demon Ancestor, but Feng Hechu also gradually lost his patience.

A group of golden immortals made trouble one after another, and Han Qiling, as the commander-in-chief, naturally became the target of everyone.

"That's right, don't you wait for him to break them one by one?"

"Hehe, the Alliance of All Races, it's making a lot of noise. The result: We stare here, we can't do anything, we have to guard against this, we have to watch out for that. Could it be that if the Venerable of the First Family is not born, we can't do anything about it?"

"Han Qiling, if you can't think of any more way, can it be regarded as a command failure, and you can't escape the blame?!"

Han Qiling had no sorrow or joy, and only swept his sleeves, making the places on the sand table where the light was condensed brighter and more conspicuous.

"Bi Fang Ancestral Land, Xuanhu Ancestral Land, Golden Crow Ancestral Land, and Heaven Splitting Demon Butterfly Ancestral Land, this is the most likely place for Lin Fei to go now. He said.

"I don't know how you judge, Bi Fang, Sky Splitting Demon Butterfly, and Xuanhu Ancestral Land, I have no objection, but Xuanhu Ancestral Land... Is it possible?" the Demon Ancestor asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe," Han Qiling bowed slightly, "It's common sense that we have waited for a long time to no avail, and to send them elsewhere." Lin Fei could have killed us and caught us off guard. ”

For a moment, the faces of the Jin Immortals present became even more ugly.

So what to do?

Originally, the golden immortals of all races were not able to gather here, could it be that the troops had to be divided into four ways?

And... What if Han Qiling guesses wrong?

I have to say that after Han Qiling's defeat, many golden immortals no longer believed in him.

The more people there are, the more people have different opinions.

Coupled with the fact that the golden immortals present were all from different races, the differences of opinion were even greater.

Some Jin Immortals even sneered again and again, secretly sarcastically saying nonsense, and repeating the mistakes of previous defeats, making many Golden Immortals work in vain, wasting the immortal yuan in vain, and exhausted their lives.

The hearts of the people are not aligned, and the team is difficult to lead.

"Do you mind taking a gamble?" Han Qiling asked with a sigh.

"How to bet?" the Demon Ancestor asked rhetorically.

"Kill each other. Han Qiling only had four simple words, but it made the golden immortals present shake, and the uproar was difficult to calm down.

"Just allow other races to have bloody luck?" "Han Qiling was cold and decisive, "Even though the wanton slaughter of human beings for three thousand years has indeed allowed them to accumulate deeply, but... If we gather the strength of all races, we really can't match it?"

"At that time, the golden immortals of all races will gather together with blood-colored qi luck, and they will work together to spy on their traces, why can Lin Fei hide?"

At this moment, even the Demon Ancestor's gaze at Han Qiling was full of jealousy.

It is said that Shu Zimo of the human race is so cold-blooded and ruthless, where is the cold spirit half a little worse?

"Han Qiling, this is the back hand you have already thought about, right?" Feng Hechu glanced at him deeply, his expression a little obscure.

Han Qiling smiled slightly, and did not refute.

That's true.

If he had proposed such a ridiculous and bloody plan before the defeat of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, he was afraid that it would cause public anger on the spot, and many golden immortals would have found it difficult to accept. It is said that the hearts of non-my races must be different, and the racial concept of the desolate races is even more unimaginable, far superior to any other plane in the multiverse!

Especially the top 100 races, the higher the ranking, the more worrying the number of clansmen. If you want to accumulate blood and luck, wouldn't you just kill them until they wither? Who wants their own people to be slaughtered on a large scale?

If you don't hurt the enemy, you hurt yourself first, it's fucking outrageous!

But now the Golden Immortals of the Ten Thousand Clans have fallen into anxiety, and gradually realize the seriousness of the matter - they can't catch Lin Fei, and the Golden Immortals of the Ten Thousand Clans don't even dare to disperse. And let him look for opportunities in the Flood Desolate Continent, with his deep blood-colored luck, God knows how terrifying the rise speed will be?

Now, when Han Qiling proposed this plan again, there was no resolute rebuttal for a while.

Many golden immortals fell into an uproar and discussed this matter one after another.

Han Qiling called for a vote.

A small number of golden immortals were unwilling to accept it, but they could only be forced to obey the majority.

Han Qi grew up and spit out a word: "Kill!"

Loud and sonorous.

The pluralistic heavenly way of order and regularization, even if I am afraid that it is unimaginable in my dreams, there are so many guys who desperately exploit "system loopholes" and "get bugs" with it.

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Lin Fei rushed extremely fast, and he had already reached the Bifang Mountain Range.

The heat of the place is incomparable, and the mountains are like flaming mountains, exuding an unimaginable scorching aura, distorting and blurring the scenery.

His arrival immediately alarmed countless Bi Fang in the ancestral land, causing them to fall into terror and panic.

Bi Fang, its shape resembles a crane, but it only has one leg. The cyan feathers are mixed with red lines like patterns, emitting a mysterious light. With a roar, a monstrous fire surged and burned everything.

Fierce, violent, often leading the fire of the gods to do evil, slaughtering human beings.

As one of the top 100 races ranked sixty-one, it is needless to say that it can be guessed that its heritage is deep enough.

However, Lin Fei just shook it in the air, and countless people burst into a blood mist on the spot, and disappeared again.

The golden immortals in their clan are not there, how can they have the slightest power to resist?

Lin Fei was magnificent, and the leylines of the continuous flame mountain were the furnace of heaven and earth, placing himself in it.

Not only did he have to refine the seventy-two Great Dao Immortal Spirit Stones, but he also had to hollow out the Bifang Clan's Immortal Fire Spirit Vein!

The sound of rumbling was endless, and the flames were monstrous, burning the void, as if enveloping the heavens and the earth. There are also countless Bi Fang phantoms flying into the air, letting out a crying of blood.