Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin followed and listened carefully.

Unexpectedly, this Beihuang attack was easily defeated.

Could it be that it really became the end of the battle?
However, Feng Lin had to admire the strategy of the Yin-Yang Crusaders.

They used the lives of the coalition forces to continuously consume the Northern Wilderness.

A place like the Northern Wilderness, compared with the whole otherworldly land, is like a rabbit meeting an elephant.

Even one person from the Northern Wilderness can consume five coalition troops.

In the end, the Northern Wilderness would also be seriously injured.

On the contrary, the coalition forces are harmless.

Especially the Yin-Yang Crusaders, almost didn't consume much, and those who consumed were people from other forces.

"When the Northern Wilderness is resolved, we can do our best to destroy the Demon Research Institute."

Ying Biao folded his arms and said, "They think they can deal with us together. That's really a Spring and Autumn Dream!"

"Senior Weisheng, long time no see."

At this moment, a group of people wearing silver armor came from a distance.

These people generally belong to the Western appearance.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a golden parted head and a tall and burly figure, about two meters one.

He has a white cape on his back, and behind it is a huge golden cross.

There is also a golden cross in his blue eyes.

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, the Guangming clan.

In the crowd, Feng Lin unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

Li Wuwu who was rescued by herself back then.

I remember that she was already at the ninth level before, and she was still more than half of the spirit stones before she could enter the perfect ninth level.

But now, it is close to the ninth level of perfection.

It should be about [-] tons short.

She didn't wear a robe this time, but was wearing silver battle armor like the leader.

Long golden hair, blue eyes very indifferent.

A breath of nobility.

Li Wuwu glanced around calmly, and finally met Feng Lin's eyes.

Originally cold, her expression suddenly became unnatural.

I remembered that Feng Lin used his hands to help her solve it.

She felt that she was guilty of a heinous crime.

Feng Lin lowered his head. It stands to reason that the Guangming clan should also know his identity.

"Jilange, are you leading the Bright Clan this time?"

Wei Shenghong looked this way while holding a water glass.

"Yes, I've always heard that your life is dying. Today, it seems that you look good. Sure enough, there are always nonsense people everywhere."

Because of his height, Ji Lange looked down at Wei Shenghong.

"Hehe, I don't know why, I just coughed suddenly."

Wei Shenghong took a sip of water, "I'm afraid that it will be a flashback now."

"Senior worry too much."

Ji Lange put his hand on his heart with a smile, "God of Light, be with you."

"The number of people is almost the same, you guys go on board and chat."

Ying Biao, who was in the distance, spoke to the people here.

"it is good."

Wei Shenghong looked back, "Get on the boat."

Feng Lin tried his best to keep a low profile, and followed behind them without saying a word.

When passing by Ying Shanyu's side, Feng Lin was extremely nervous, after all, he had fought against him before.

But the other party obviously didn't look at him, Feng Lin also breathed a sigh of relief.

When they came to the big ship, there were already dozens of people here.

Including Weishenguo and Guangmingzu, plus others, there are more than 50 people in total. …

There are five big ships here, if they all have 50 people, that is 250 masters.

Feng Lin roughly felt that the lowest level here is the eighth level.

So before Feng Lin came, he also disguised his realm to the eighth level.

If it follows the original sixth order, it will attract attention instead.

The eighth step here only accounts for forty percent.

More people are at the ninth level, or the perfect ninth level, of course, there is also sublimation.

There are hundreds of masters of this level, the former Feng Lin couldn't believe it.

He suddenly began to admire Beihuang.

Being able to fight against so many masters, the key is to persist until now, which is enough to show their strength.

Feng Lin hid on Weisheng Country's side, bowed his head slightly, and remained unknown.

Wei Shenghong smiled and chatted with Kilan Ge beside him.

Suddenly, Ji Lange looked at Feng Lin, "That should be Feng Lin, right? Are you with Senior?"

Feng Lin's heart sank. It turned out that Ji Lange had noticed him a long time ago.

"The one we met in the branch seems to have Yanhuang blood, so let him follow us."

Wei Shenghong glanced at Feng Lin and said with a smile.

"Not together?" Ji Lange was a little surprised.

"Senior, I am a teacher of justice. This time I am planning to go to the Northern Wilderness to experience and kill the enemy. I am fortunate to be recruited by Senior Weisheng."

Feng Lin took a step forward and took out his token.

"Six-star justice teacher."

Ji Lange couldn't help laughing, "The Yin-Yang Crusaders didn't say anything, so I naturally have no right to intervene."

Feng Lin stepped back and put the token away.

It seems that Ji Lange also intends to give Wei Shenghong a face.

If Feng Lin came alone this time, something might really have happened.

The two talked again.

From Zhongfeng Lin, he learned that Wei Shenghong had helped Ji Lange in a certain ruins back then.

Kilan Song is the holy judge of the Bright Clan.

This position is similar to the top ten Golden Crows of the Sun Clan.

The only difference is that the holy judges of the Bright Clan do not have a high or low order.

But to reach a certain level, you can have this title.

However, from Wei Shenghong's words, the Jilan song in front of him clearly belonged to the holy judge who was at the forefront.

Li Wuwu observed Feng Lin from time to time, but in the end, she still didn't come over to say hello.

Most of the people here were nervous as the big boat scrambled through the water.

The battle in the Northern Wilderness is life-threatening at any time.

Only a few people, such as Weishenghong, or Jilange, were more relaxed.

Suddenly, Feng Lin felt as if it had become colder.

His eyes looked at the distant sky, and the air was twisting and drifting.

When the big ship approached, Feng Lin realized that the distorted space was on land.

The space is like the surface of the sea with huge waves, rushing straight into the sky.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find this crumbling space.

"Liuwu! You are new here, let me introduce you, that is Destruction Storm."

Ji Lange pointed to the space in the distance, "The storm of destruction is so strong that it can blow away the surrounding aura, and if you get involved, you will die."

"Yes, I understand."

Li Wuwu said respectfully.

……

About three hours later, the big ship docked.

Everyone disembarked in an orderly manner. …

When Feng Lin came to this land, he was deeply moved.

This is the Northern Continent, the home of the Yin-Yang Crusaders.

"Everyone come with us."

A Yin soldier in the distance said loudly, and then led the way.

Feng Lin looked into the depths of the mainland, and found that the buildings here were similar to villas.

Very well planned.

In front of each villa, there is a large yard.

On both sides of the road, there are solar street lights, one every [-] meters.

Just looking at the picture in front of me, it is completely no different from the world on the other side.

Perhaps only the residence of the Yin-Yang Crusaders dared to have such a building.

After all, those who dare to break ground here.

As of right now, there isn't one.

Feng Lin followed the footsteps of the crowd and went to the side of a circular Yin-Yang diagram.

Here is the transfer formation.

"Everyone moved in an orderly manner."

The Yin-Yang Crusaders activated the formation.

While Feng Lin was queuing, he looked into the depths. The building was taller and more magnificent. Su Zishu should live there.

As for the surrounding villas and small courtyards, they should be the residence of grass roots like Gu Xun.

Standing on the formation plate, Feng Lin's body and the people around him disappeared here.

The next moment, they appeared near another formation disk.

Feng Lin shook his head slightly. This group of Yin-Yang Crusaders were really careful. It seemed that they planned to use formations directly to transfer to the Northern Wasteland, preventing them from studying the terrain here.

After a total of three transfers, they finally came to the Northern Wilderness.

In front, there are already many people.

"not good!"

Feng Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw Jincheng of the Sun Clan.