Global source gas evolution

Chapter 207 Black Beetle

Ahead is a huge mountain peak. The vegetation and rocks on the mountain peak are as black as ink, as if corroded by the spirit of death.

"Is this the Spirit Level Spirit Peak?" Lin Feng looked at the dark and lifeless mountain ahead, a little surprised.

"It's also the first time I've seen it." Mu Ning looked at the mountain with a look of expectation on his face.

The wooden lion looked around and said, "There are no people from other tribes, it seems that they have been teleported to other places."

Although these spiritual peaks look small on the map, in fact each of them is huge and worthy of the word Xiongfeng.

"Let's go up the mountain." The wooden lion said.

However, the wooden lion did not take the lead, but let three practitioners of the seventh level of Na Qi walk in front, and they were responsible for leading the way.

This is the Wood Clan. Although they forbid internal friction, they will unite against the enemy, but there is no word "respect" in the civilization of the Wood Clan, and some just have big fists, which makes sense.

The wooden lion is at the ninth level of Na Qi, and he would ask these ordinary practitioners of the seventh level of Na Qi to explore the way ahead, and these people did not dare to resist, thinking that it should be like this.

Lin Feng and others walked in the middle of the team, surrounded by Naqi Yazhong and Qizhong to protect them.

Lin Feng followed the team and set off all the way to the top of the mountain. He was still very relaxed, because there was no threat to his existence on the Lingling Peak.

"It's so dead." Lin Feng sighed in his heart as he looked at the dark surroundings.

The Spirit Seed Mountain Range is actually the place where Mu Clan cultivators sit and melt. To put it bluntly, the Spirit Seed Mountain Range is a grave.

All the Mu people who are about to sit down will come to the Spirit Seed Mountain Range when the deadline comes, choose a spiritual peak, and then sit on the spiritual peak.

Cultivators are different from ordinary people after sitting down. They seem to have absorbed too much energy from heaven and earth during their lifetime, so they emit more dead air than ordinary people after sitting down. These dead air even affected the entire Lingfeng Mountain. environment of.

If things go on like this, as more and more Mu people sit on the Mu clan spirit peak, there will be more and more dead energy, and the entire mountain range will gradually be blackened by the dead energy.

Lin Feng and others walked all the way, surrounded by pitch-black rocks and some black spiritual plants, and occasionally some creatures like insects and ants passed by.

"These black spiritual plants are actually living things." Lin Feng was a little surprised.

And on these black spiritual plants, there are some gray thin vines, and there is a little bit of crystal light shining in the thin vines.

"Monitor the whole process."

Lin Feng had seen the introduction of these gray fine vines in the manual of the clan association. This spiritual plant is equivalent to a surveillance camera in the human world, which can transmit the images on the spiritual peak back to the headquarters.

This kind of gray thin vine has strong vitality and is easy to survive, so the whole mountain range has this kind of fine vine growing. Therefore, from the moment Lin Feng and others stepped into the Lingfeng Peak, they were under the supervision of the Mu Clan headquarters.

At this moment, Mu Ping, the leader of the Chisun tribe, and Mu Yuan, the leader of the Haoyue tribe, were in a small meeting room in the Mu clan headquarters, and they were looking at the screen in front of their seats.

The screens they looked at each showed pictures of the people in their tribe who participated in the clan meeting.

The surveillance system has images of everyone on Lingfeng Peak, and the leaders of various tribes can call anyone's images to watch.

Of course, under normal circumstances, the leaders of each tribe will naturally stare at the pictures of their own participants, and will not pay attention to the situation of other tribes.

At this moment, Mu Ping was staring at the pictures of Lin Feng and the others, and he was very satisfied with Lin Feng and the others directly choosing Lingfeng Lingfeng.

And on the wall in front of this conference room, there are four pictures projected, and this picture is exactly the situation of the four geniuses who directly chose the god-level Lingfeng.

Because the most important god-level spiritual peak of the Mu clan, in order to ensure that everyone is convinced of the final inheritance result of the god-level spirit species, the headquarters of the Mu clan directly broadcast the screens of all the people who climbed into the god-level spiritual peak in various conference rooms.

However, at present, only the leaders of some small tribes pay attention to the live broadcast of these four geniuses, because these small tribes are basically on the first round of Lingfeng, so their leaders don't pay much attention to the participants of their tribe Instead, he directly watched the wonderful process of the four geniuses breaking into the god-level spirit peak.

And as time goes by, more and more people from various tribes will win the spiritual seeds or be eliminated.
At that time, more and more people will pay attention to the battle for god-level spirit species.

boom!
A black beetle the size of a bowl was sent flying and hit a black boulder, then turned over, got up again, and attacked Lin Feng and others again.

The person who made the attack was at the seventh level of energy absorption. After seeing this scene, he couldn't help frowning. The beetle's combat power was average, but its shell was extremely hard, so they couldn't take it down for a while.

The black beetle rushed towards the crowd again, and the ferocious mouthparts made people feel chills.

"Ok?"

Lin Feng frowned. When he realized that the beetle was flying towards him, he couldn't help but shook his head and slapped it out.

It's not that Lin Feng wants to help the group of Mu people, but that all kinds of weird insects and beasts he encountered while climbing the mountain were solved by himself.

Lin Feng was so powerful that under his palm, the shell of the black beetle split open and shot backwards like a black bullet.

Bang.

There was a crashing sound, and after the black beetle smashed a hard black stone, it also exploded, and black blood splashed all over the ground.

The shell of the black beetle has been cracked by Lin Feng, and its defense is no longer as strong as before. Therefore, after it hit the rock, it couldn't bear the impact and split directly.

After seeing the scene of the beetle bursting to death, the people in the company all looked at Lin Feng with reverence. This is not the first time Lin Feng has photographed and killed a creature that came to attack.

It has been more than two hours since they entered Lingfeng, and they encountered five attacks before and after. Lin Feng never took the initiative to attack, but as long as the creatures who dared to attack Lin Feng were killed by Lin Feng's palm, there is no one yet Let Lin Feng take a second palm.

This kind of strength amazed everyone in the team, and strength is often the most respected by others. Lin Feng's performance naturally made everyone respect him.

Lin Feng's expression was flat. He is now showing the strength of the Ninth Level of Qi, and he is powerful. Therefore, it is normal for him to show this level of strength, and he is not worried about being noticed by others.

Everyone only had awe and envy for Lin Feng's strength, but no one felt that it was wrong.

However, what surprised Lin Feng was that the wooden lion seemed to be more and more enthusiastic towards him, especially after he mainly killed a few incoming creatures with his physical strength, the wooden lion became more and more enthusiastic towards him.

"This wooden lion is very good to me, isn't it?"

Lin Feng had a question in his heart. After recalling the current scene of meeting the wooden lion, he vaguely felt an unusual aura.

At this time, the wooden lion was looking at Lin Feng with a fiery face. Others couldn't see it, but he knew that Lin Feng's palm could have smashed the black beetle directly, but Lin Feng didn't do that. Because Lin Feng didn't want to get his hands dirty with the black blood of the black beetle!

In Wood Lion's view, Lin Feng can kill the black beetle just right under the condition of restraining his strength, which is really extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)