Zombie: Sorcery Automatically Maxes Out

　　The territory has already been divided up.

　　Maoshan wants more territory, and inevitably fights with other forces, causing a bloody storm.

　　This is unavoidable.

　　Also, it may not be successful.

　　But now, Lin Feng's plan made him see another way.

　　"Do you really want to take the corpse sect out of the Central Plains?"

　　For a long time, Li Qilong raised his head and stared at Lin Feng.

　　"Correct!"

　　Lin Feng nodded.

　　This is the way out for the corpse sect that he thought about after much deliberation.

　　Otherwise, there is really going to be a war.

　　Even if the corpse sect could win, it would definitely be a tragic victory.

　　Taking history as a mirror and engaging in infighting has no future.

　　Even if it grows bigger and dominates the world, so what?

　　The entire area of ​​China, for the entire planet, is an exaggeration to say that it is the land of Dan Wan.

　　To be honest, Lin Feng couldn't take it seriously.

　　"However, it is not without conditions."

　　"If you want me to drive the corpse faction away, each faction must show a little sincerity."

　　"After all, now we have big fists. If we don't leave, this land is destined to be ours."

　　"And now, we are willing to leave, and each faction should give us some compensation."

　　Lin Feng said his purpose.

　　Go, definitely go.

　　For the corpse sect to grow and develop, it is not enough to rely on the land under their feet.

　　Moreover, this land is not suitable for the development of the corpse sect.

　　However, it cannot go in vain.

　　The major sects have to pay for the drop off.

　　The accumulation of the corpse sect for thousands of years has been exhausted by him.

　　But you have to take this opportunity to do a good search.

　　This matter, he plans to bring it up again at the opening ceremony.

　　However, you have to find a good one in advance.

　　Otherwise, it will be embarrassing when the time comes.

　　And in Lin Feng's eyes, Mao Shan is the most suitable person to hold the motto.

　　After all, Mao Shan had the closest relationship with him.

　　And Maoshan, as the top sect, the pillar of Taoism, has enough status.

　　"You kid, it really is a wild goose plucking its hair."

　　Li Qilong scolded with a smile.

　　In my heart, there is a calculation.

　　As for what he and Lin Feng had agreed to before.

　　Now, he never mentioned it.

　　Because it doesn't make sense.

　　Moreover, looking at the boy, he is not a person who is merciless.

　　Mao Shan's future, maybe, also has to fall on him.

　　"Elder, it's not that the wild goose is plucking the hair. These are all what I deserve. After all, now, my fist is big."

　　……

　　Just like the last time in Laoxiongling, Lin Feng and Li Zhanlong negotiated for a long time, and finally made an agreement.

　　When he entered the door, Li Yanlong was full of anxiety and stern face, not knowing what kind of risks he would face in the future.

　　When he went out, Li Qilong had a smile on his face and hurried in his footsteps.

　　"Old Li, what did Lin Feng tell you? Why are you walking with wind?"

　　After leaving the corpse sect, the monk Jingran couldn't hold back any longer.

　　After all, Maoshan is not the only one who bears the brunt of the rise of the corpse sect.

　　Tianjing Temple is also facing the same problem.

　　Now, he can see that there must be another cause and effect of Lin Feng's betrayal of the mountain gate.

　　Otherwise, how could they be able to walk out of the corpse sect unharmed today.

　　"Jingran, you say, why is the Holy Land a Holy Land?"

　　Li Qilong did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

　　"There is a strong person sitting in the town, and the strength is strong."

　　"Why are we so far from them?"

　　"Their site is large, and there are many good seedlings in the site, so the strength of the disciples is relatively stronger, and the sect's luck is strong, and the probability of a strong person is naturally greater!"

　　"That's right, territory, population, luck, these are the foundations of the Holy Land, and our two factions, who suffer, come from here.

　　You said, if there is a place that can provide us with land and population, you Tianjing Temple, are you willing to cultivate and preach. "

　　Li Qilong looked at Monk Jingran.

　　In his heart, he had already made a decision.

　　Maoshan has already missed an opportunity.

　　But this opportunity cannot be missed.

　　However, he is not like Lin Feng.

　　Lin Feng is chasing the corpse faction.

　　And in Maoshan, he was able to speak his mind when it came to trivial matters.

　　But when it comes to major events, they can't escape the restraint of the elders of the division.

　　Therefore, he also wanted a few allies.

　　That is Tianjing Temple.

　　Then there is Laoshan.

　　The three major factions in western Hunan have always advanced and retreated together on major events.

　　If they are the masters of the Yang World of the three factions, they can achieve one to one.

　　On the side of the patriarch of the blessed land of the underworld, it is easy to say something.

　　There are excuses, shields.

　　"say clearly!"

　　Monk Jingran's complexion became solemn.

　　The two walked and talked.

　　But instead of going back to Maoshan or Tianjing Temple, he went straight to Laoshan.

　　……

　　Chase the corpse.

　　Lin Feng also informed the black-robed old man of his thoughts.

　　"Overseas, wild land!"

　　The black-robed old man's eyes lit up, and then he slapped himself: "Why didn't I think of it before?"

　　The black-robed old man didn't say a word.

　　Even, some can't wait.

　　Because in this land, even when the corpse sect was at its peak, there were still scruples, and it was rare to kill people and refine corpses if they couldn't get around the level of happiness.

　　After all, everyone is the same as the descendant of the dragon.

　　And those barbarians overseas.

　　Those guys, the black-robed old man never regarded them as human beings.

　　……

　　"Thank you very much this time. In the future, if you have anything to do, please say hello. Whether it is going up the mountain of swords or going down the sea of ​​fire, if I frown, you will beat me."

　　On the top of the mountain, Lin Feng and Ding Mao looked at the distant scenery together.

　　The mountain wind is howling, and Lin Feng can smell the scent of the little Ding cat.

　　It's very similar to Yue Qiluo's, but there are subtle differences.

　　Kind of, twins feel.

　　"it is good."

　　Tiny Cat grinned.

　　Although dressed in men's clothing.

　　But still able to smile.