Chapter 1792 The Yin-Yang Crusaders’ Lair
Feng Lin followed and listened carefully.
Unexpectedly, this attack in Beihuang was easily defeated.
Is it true that we are at the end of our battle?
However, Feng Lin had to admire the Yin Yang Crusaders' strategy.
They used the lives of the coalition forces to continuously consume Beihuang.
Compared to the entire alien land, a place like Northern Wasteland is like a rabbit meeting an elephant.
Even one person from the Northern Wilderness can consume five of the coalition forces.
In the end, Beihuang will also be severely damaged.
On the contrary, the coalition forces are harmless.
Especially the Yin-Yang Crusade, which has almost no consumption, and only consumes people from other forces.
“After Beihuang is solved, we can do our best to destroy the Demonic Research Institute.”
Ying Biao crossed his arms and said, “They think they can deal with us if they unite, then It’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 have a Western appearance.
The leader is a middle-aged man with blond hair parted to the side and a tall and burly figure, about two meters tall.
There is a white cloak behind him, and behind the cloak is a huge golden cross pattern.
There are also golden crosses in his blue eyes.
Feng Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, the Guangming tribe.
In the crowd, Feng Lin actually saw an acquaintance.
Li Wuwu was rescued by herself.
I remember that she was already at the ninth level before, and still had more than half of the spiritual stones to reach the perfect ninth level.
But now, it is close to the ninth level of perfection.
It should be about twenty tons short.
She was not wearing a robe this time, but was wearing a silver armor like the leader.
Long golden hair and very cold blue eyes.
A breath of nobility.
Li Wuwu glanced around calmly, and finally met Feng Lin's eyes.
She, who was originally aloof, suddenly became unnatural.
I remembered that Feng Lin used his hands to help her solve it.
She felt that she had sinned terribly.
Feng Lin lowered his head. Logically speaking, the Guangming tribe should also know his identity.
"Jilange, are you leading the team of the Guangming Tribe this time?"
Weishenghong held the water glass and looked here.
"Yes, I have always heard that your life is in danger. Today, you look good. Sure enough, there are always people who talk nonsense everywhere."
Because of his height, Ji Lange lowered his head and looked at Wei Shenghong.
“Haha, I don’t know why, it’s better to cough suddenly.”
Weishenghong took a sip of water, “I’m afraid now that I will come back to my senses.”
"Senior is worrying too much."
Jilan Ge smiled and put his hand to his heart, "The God of Light is with you."
"The number of people is almost there. Let's get on the boat and chat."
Far away Ying Biao, who was standing there, spoke to the people here.
“Okay.”
Weishenghong looked back and said, “Get on the boat.”
Feng Lin tried his best to keep a low profile and followed a few people without saying a word.
When passing by Ying Shanyu, Feng Lin was extremely nervous. After all, they had fought against each other before.
But the other party obviously didn't look at him, and Feng Lin also breathed a sigh of relief.
When we arrived on the big ship, there were already dozens of people here.
Including the Wei Sheng Kingdom and the Guangming Tribe, plus others, there are more than fifty people in total.
There are five big ships here, and if they all have fifty people, that means two hundred and fifty masters.
Feng Lin felt roughly that the lowest level here was the eighth level.
So before Feng Lin came, he also disguised his realm to the eighth level.
If you follow the original six levels, it will attract attention.
Only 40% of the eighth level here is occupied.
More people are at the ninth level, or the perfect ninth level, and of course, there is sublimation.
There are hundreds of masters of this level, even Feng Lin could not believe it.
He suddenly began to admire Beihuang.
To be able to fight against so many masters and still persist until now is enough to show how powerful they are.
Feng Lin was hiding in Weisheng Country, bowing his head slightly and remaining unknown.
Wei Shenghong smiled and chatted with Ji Lange beside him.
Suddenly, Ji Lange looked at Feng Lin, "That should be Feng Lin, is he with the senior?"
Feng Lin's heart sank, it turned out that this Ji Lan Song, I have noticed myself for a long time. "The man we met at the branch seems to have Yanhuang blood, so we asked him to follow us."
Weishenghong 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 going to the Northern Wilderness to practice killing enemies. I am fortunate enough to be recruited by Senior Weisheng."
Feng Lin took a step forward and ordered himself to Take out the cards.
"The Six-Star Master of Justice."
Jilange couldn't help but laugh, "The Yin Yang Crusaders didn't say anything, so naturally I have no right to interfere."
Feng Lin went back again and put away the token.
It seems that Ji Lange also plans to give Wei Shenghong some face.
If Feng Lin came alone this time, something might really happen.
The two started talking again.
Zhong Fenglin learned that Weishenghong helped Jilange at a certain ruins back then.
Jilange is the sacred judge of the Guangming people.
This position is similar to the ten golden crows of the Sun Clan.
The only difference is that there is no ranking of the sacred judges of the Guangming tribe.
But when you reach a certain level, you can have this title.
However, from Wei Shenghong’s words, the Jilan Ge 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.
The big boat is cutting through thorns on the water, and most people here are very nervous.
The battle in Beihuang is life-threatening at any time.
Only a few people, such as Wei Shenghong or Ji Lange, are more relaxed.
Suddenly, Feng Lin seemed to feel colder.
He looked towards the sky in the distance, and the air was twisting and floating.
When the big ship approached, Feng Lin discovered that the twisted space was on land.
Space is like a sea with huge waves rising into the sky.
If you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to spot this crumbling space.
"Liwuwu! You are new here, let me introduce you to it, that is Destruction Storm."
Ji Lange pointed to the space in the distance, "The destructive storm is so strong that it can blow away the spiritual energy around it. If you are caught in it, 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 filled with emotion.
This is the Northern Continent, the home base of the Yin Yang Crusaders.
"Everyone, follow us."
A Yin soldier in the distance said loudly and led the way.
Feng Lin looked into the depths of the mainland and found that the buildings here were similar to villa areas.
The planning is very good.
In front of each villa, there is a large yard.
On both sides of the road, there are solar street lights, one every 100 meters.
Just looking at the scene in front of you is no different from the world on the other side.
Perhaps only the residence of the Yin Yang Crusaders would dare to have such a building.
After all, who dares to break ground here.
As of now, there is not one.
Feng Lin followed everyone's footsteps and went to a circular yin and yang diagram.
This is the transfer formation.
"Everyone moves in an orderly manner."
The Yin Yang Crusaders activated their formation.
While queuing up, Feng Lin looked into the depths and saw that the building was taller and more majestic. Su Zishu should live there.
As for the surrounding villas and courtyards, they should be the residence of grassroots like Gu Xun.
Standing on the formation plate, Feng Lin's body and a few people around him disappeared here.
The next moment, they appeared near another formation disk.
Feng Lin shook his head slightly. These Yin-Yang Crusaders were really careful. It seemed that they planned to use the formation directly to move to the northern wasteland boundary to prevent them from studying the terrain here.
After three transfers in total, they finally arrived at the northern wasteland boundary.
There are already many people in front.
“Not good!”
Feng Lin's pupils shrank suddenly, and he actually saw Jincheng of the Sun Clan.
(End of this chapter)