Since Chang Ling entered the inner sect, Bizhu Peak has become quiet. The monks from the outer sects who had been wandering around Bizhu Peak suddenly disappeared, and Bizhu Peak seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
However, the disciples on Bizhu Peak were always feeling nervous and uneasy.
Before leaving, Chang Ling bought them a three-month buffer. They naturally knew what Chang Ling's intention was in buying them these three months. Chen Feng's agreed retreat time was only three months away. Chang Ling wanted Chen Feng to come out of retreat and turn the tide. But could Chen Feng, the new peak master, really turn the tide
Except for Gao Lang, who had seen the strength of Chen Feng, the other disciples of Bizhu Peak did not have much confidence. After all, most of the peak masters of the outer sect peaks were scattered immortals, and most of these people had condensed their potential fields. A scattered immortal with a potential field was almost invincible in front of a Mahayana cultivator. Of course, in the inner sect of Chaotian Sect, there were also many late Mahayana peak cultivators who could resist the potential field of scattered immortals, and even defeated them from time to time. However, those people poured a lot of resources of Chaotian Sect into them. How could Chen Feng be comparable to them
Therefore, in order to protect the Green Bamboo Peak, the disciples of Green Bamboo Peak had to take action. They wandered among the peaks that were originally close to them, hoping to gain some support.
However, the leaders of these peaks all had the same excuse: it is difficult to offend the public, and they can only protect themselves from getting involved.
In desperation, the disciples of Bizhu Peak had to return to the peak, guard the spring of spiritual liquid, and improve their own strength as much as possible so that they could guard Bizhu Peak to the greatest extent in three months.
At this moment, Chen Feng, who was in the Tiandan Immortal Mansion, was sitting upright in the immortal mansion, holding a handful of crystals produced by the humanoid monsters in each hand (for the sake of convenience, these will be called monster crystals from now on), and constantly absorbing them.
At this moment, Chen Feng was under great pressure. Six months, even if he activated the twenty-fold time acceleration, was only one hundred and twenty months, almost ten years. At Chen Feng's level, if he wanted to improve his strength, he would have to practice for hundreds or thousands of years. Ten years was too short. In order to speed up his practice, while absorbing the ghost crystal, Chen Feng also quickly absorbed the monster crystal.
These monster crystals were naturally obtained from that small world. Although 100,000 were given to each of the Nalan sisters, Chen Feng still had several hundred thousand in stock. These monster crystals were enough for Chen Feng to practice for quite a while.
Just like that, with the passage of time, Chen Feng's true essence became stronger and stronger by absorbing ghost crystals and monster crystals, and his spatial power became more condensed, with a tendency to surpass other origins in his body. Coupled with the cultivation experience gained from the Scorpio Ghost Emperor, Chen Feng's mastery of the way of space became more and more profound.
Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, March had disappeared.
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That night, the monks from the Bizhu Peak stayed awake all night. They sat around the spring of spiritual liquid, looking up at the sky, waiting for the arrival of monks from other peaks.
It must be said that pressure is the best motivation. In three months, their auras have become more stable, especially Meng Shan, whose true essence has become much stronger. He is only one step away from breaking through to the late Mahayana stage.
However, no one was excited at all. They all knew that this improvement was still not enough in front of the forces of the other peaks. All they could do now was to wait for the arrival of the forces of the other peaks, and then they would defend Bizhu Peak and fight to their last breath.
The sky was slightly bright, and a red sun was rising slowly. The rising dawn was as red as blood, which made the people in Bizhu Peak feel sad.
Soon, the forces from various peaks will arrive.
At this moment, a look of determination reverberated on the faces of all the disciples of Bizhu Peak.
"hiss-"
A sound of breaking wind was heard, and suddenly a sword light appeared in the sky.
This sword light seemed to indicate that the battle for Bizhu Peak had begun. After this moment, more and more sword lights came from all directions. At this moment, Bizhu Peak was surrounded by dense sword lights, like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Behind every ray of sword light is a powerful cultivator!
"Here it comes!" Meng Shan murmured softly, then he stood up, stepped into the air, and stepped into the sky solemnly and resolutely.
The other dozen or so disciples from Bizhu Peak also slowly stood up and followed Meng Shan step by step in silence.
The strong wind blew, blowing up the robes and beards of the disciples of Bizhu Peak, as if blowing on an army that was ready to die. There was no fear or anxiety in them, only the kind of detachment and determination to put life and death aside.
"Stop!" Meng Shan said slowly, but his voice resounded through the sky.
Even though he only had the strength of a mid-stage Mahayana, the sharpness he displayed still caused many sword lights to suddenly stop.
Many peak masters looked at the dozen or so disciples from Bizhu Peak with admiration, with a hint of struggle in their eyes.
"Meng Shan, this matter is over. All the disciples of your Bizhu Peak can join my Tiandu Peak." The old man with a long beard sighed and said slowly: "I promise that you will not suffer any injustice in my Tiandu Peak."
Meng Shan calmly looked at the long-bearded old man, with a look of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you, Deacon Li, for your kindness to my disciples of Bizhu Peak. However, although we are few in number, we are all upright and honest. We will never watch Bizhu Peak's foundation being taken away by others. Today, we brothers swear to live and die with Bizhu Peak."
Meng Shan's words were extremely calm, but they revealed a determination that could not be ignored. This determination and resoluteness moved many of the peak masters.
"Alas, Chang Ling has accepted some good disciples. If there is no spiritual fluid spring, how can Bizhu Peak not prosper?" Tiandu Peak Master Li Deacon sighed, then turned to look at the monks from the surrounding peaks and said coldly: "Although the sect has an agreement to seize the peak, and it is also allowed to kill fellow disciples when seizing the peak, I hope that everyone can give these disciples of Bizhu Peak a way out."
The monks from each peak pondered for a moment and nodded. Only a few monks from the peaks that had always had a rift with Bizhu Peak had flickering eyes but did not express their opinions.
Deacon Li could only sigh slightly at these peaks. Having said so much, he had done his best for Bizhu Peak.
"Well, let's get started! Just as we have agreed, whoever leaves a spiritual mark on the Spring of Spiritual Liquid first will own the Spring of Spiritual Liquid!" A gloomy voice suddenly sounded, instantly raising the spirits of the monks from each peak.
On the other side, Meng Shan made a set of hand seals with a serious look on his face, and a huge barrier enveloped the Bizhu Peak.