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Ever since Changling entered the inner gate, Bizhu Peak has been silent.The monks from the various peaks of the outer sect who had been wandering around the Bizhu Peak all of a sudden disappeared, and the Bizhu Peak seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.

However, the disciples on Bizhu Peak were always nervous and restless.

Before Chang Ling left, she won a three-month buffer for them.They naturally knew what Chang Ling's intentions were for these three months.Chen Feng's agreed retreat time will end in three months.Chang Ling wanted Chen Feng to turn the tide after he left the customs.But, can Chen Feng, the new peak master, really turn the tide?

Except for Gao Lang, who had seen Chen Feng's strength, the rest of the Bizhu Peak disciples didn't have much confidence.After all, most of the peak masters of the outer sect's peaks are loose immortals, and most of these people have condensed a potential field.Sanxian with a potential field is almost invincible in front of Mahayana monks.Of course, in Chaotianzong's inner sect, there are also many monks who are at the peak of late Mahayana who can resist the potential field of Sanxian, and even defeat Sanxian from time to time. superior?

Therefore, in order to keep Bizhufeng, the disciples of Bizhufeng had to act one after another.They wandered among the peaks that were relatively close to each other, hoping to gain some support.

However, the peak owners of these peaks all use the same rhetoric: Public anger is hard to offend, and they can only keep themselves from participating.

In desperation, the disciples of Bizhu Peak had no choice but to return to Bizhu Peak one after another, guarding the spring of spiritual liquid, and improving their own strength as much as possible, so that they could guard Bizhu Peak to the greatest extent in three months.

But at this moment, Chen Feng, who is in the Tiandan Immortal Mansion, is sitting in the Immortal Mansion, holding a large number of crystals produced by humanoid monsters in each hand (for convenience, these will be called monster crystals from now on) Stone), constantly absorbing.

At this moment, Chen Feng was under a lot of pressure.In six months, even if the twenty-fold time acceleration is turned on, it is only 120 months, almost ten years.At Chen Feng's level, if you want to improve your strength, you need to cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years. Ten years is really too short.In order to speed up his cultivation, while absorbing the ghost crystals, Chen Feng also quickly absorbed the monster crystals.

These monster crystals were naturally obtained from that small world. Although the Nalan sisters were given [-] each, Chen Feng still had hundreds of thousands in stock.These monster crystals are enough for Chen Feng to practice for a long time.

In this way, in the passage of time, by absorbing ghost crystals and monster crystals, the true energy in Chen Feng's body became stronger and stronger, and the power of space became more solidified, faintly surpassing the other sources in his body. Obtained from the cultivation experience of the Scorpio Ghost Emperor, Chen Feng's grasp of the way of space is becoming more and more profound.

Time passed day after day, and in a blink of an eye, March time passed.

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That night, the monks at Bizhu Peak were sleepless all night. They sat around the fountain of spiritual liquid, looked up at the sky, and waited for the arrival of the monks from all peaks.

I have to say that pressure is the best motivation.In three months, their aura became more stable, especially Meng Shan, whose real energy was much stronger, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the late stage of Mahayana.

However, none of the people were excited at all. They all knew that this improvement was still not enough for the forces of all peaks.All they can do at this moment is to wait for the arrival of the forces from various peaks, and then, they defend Bizhu Peak and fight to the last breath.

The sky was slightly bright, and a round of red sun slowly rose. The first dawn was as red as blood, which made everyone in Bizhufeng feel a touch of sadness in their hearts.

Soon, the peak forces will arrive.

At this moment, a touch of determination reverberated on the faces of all Bizhu Peak disciples.

"hiss--"

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a sword light suddenly appeared in the sky.

This sword light seemed to herald the beginning of the competition for Bizhufeng. After this moment, more and more sword lights came from all directions.At this moment, Bizhu Peak is surrounded by dense sword lights like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Above every sword light is a powerful monk!

"Here we come!" Meng Shan groaned softly, and then he stood up, stepped in the air, and stepped into the sky solemnly and resolutely.

The other dozen or so Bizhufeng disciples also got up slowly and followed Meng Shan step by step, silently.

The strong wind blew, blowing the robes and beards and hairs of the disciples of Bizhu Peak, as if blowing an army that would regard death as home.In them, there is no timidity or uneasiness, only the detachment and determination to ignore life and death.

"Stop coming!" Meng Shan said slowly, but his voice resounded through the sky.

Even though he only had the strength of the middle stage of the Mahayana, the sharpness he showed still made many sword lights stand still.

Many peak masters looked at the dozen or so disciples in Bizhu Peak with admiration, and there was a trace of struggle in their eyes.

"Meng Shan, it's over here, all your disciples from Bizhu Peak can join my Tiandu Peak." The old man who thought he had a long beard sighed softly, and said slowly: "I promise, you will not be in my Tiandu Peak. any injustice."

Meng Shan looked at the long-bearded old man calmly, and a flash of gratitude flashed in his eyes: "Thank you, Deacon Li, for your great love for my Bizhufeng disciples. However, although our Bizhufeng is small in number, we are all open-minded and open-minded." , we must not watch the foundation of Bizhufeng being taken over by others. Today, our brothers and sisters, we swear to live and die with Bizhufeng."

Meng San's words were extremely calm, but they revealed a decisiveness that cannot be ignored. This kind of perseverance and determination moved many peak masters.

"Hey, Changling has taken in some good disciples. If there is no spring of spiritual liquid, how can Bizhufeng not be prosperous?" Tiandu Peak Master Deacon Li sighed, then turned to look at the surrounding monks, coldly He said calmly: "Although the sect has an agreement to win the peak, and it is also allowed to kill fellow sects when they win the peak, I hope that for these disciples of Bizhu Peak, everyone can let them live."

The monks from all the peaks pondered for a moment, and they all nodded. Only a few monks at the top of the peak who had always had a gap with Bizhu Peak had their eyes flickering and did not express their views.

Regarding these peaks, Deacon Li could only sigh slightly.Having said so much, he is also benevolent to Bi Zhufeng.

"Then, let's get started! As agreed, whoever first leaves a spiritual imprint on the fountain of spiritual fluid will belong to that peak!" spirit raised.

On the other side, Meng San made a set of handprints with a serious face, a huge barrier, covering Bizhu Peak.