Time flies, and three days pass.
During the day, monks from all major domains kept climbing this sacred tree that seemed to never end.
At night, as the fruits of the sacred tree appeared, the monks who climbed the sacred tree began to fight almost frantically.
Under the night, there was blood everywhere and screams echoed throughout the sacred tree.
The sacred tree at night is like Shura Purgatory, filled with killing and blood everywhere.
Later, even the monks who did not participate in the competition for the fruits of the sacred tree became the targets of those who competed for it.
Because they began to discover that once the blood of other monks was spilled, there would be a greater probability of bearing the fruit of the sacred tree.
This discovery undoubtedly made all the monks who climbed onto this sacred tree become prey and targets for each other.
"Damn, these guys are really crazy!"
Duan Lingtian barely forced back a sacred tree fruit plunderer who had recovered his cultivation level with one sword, and frowned deeply.
Because the other party had already devoured the fruit of the sacred tree and restored his cultivation level, even though Duan Lingtian's original cultivation level was far higher than that of the other party, it was still very difficult to deal with him at this moment.
"Otherwise..."
Ye Wuxin clenched his fists and began to waver in his heart.
If this continues, those who are frantically snatching the fruits of the sacred tree will sooner or later kill them and turn them into nutrients for the fruits of the sacred tree.
Instead of doing this, it is better to swallow the fruit and gain more power.
At this moment, the only people who were still with Duan Lingtian and the others were Zhang Haoran, Sima Junting and a few others.
As for Ye Keren, even the last member of the Imperial Imperial Army chose to leave their team after all.
In this environment, whether it is the threat from other monks or the temptation that the fruit brings to them to further breakthrough in cultivation, it is far from what ordinary people can resist.
The death of a fellow Forbidden Army member beside them also became the last straw that crushed their faith.
How difficult is it to be sober when everyone is drunk in the torrent?
Most people are just a drifting crowd among all living beings.
"The more this happens, the more we must resist the temptation!"
Duan Lingtian raised his hand and pressed Ye Wuxin's shoulder, "Do you want to become like them? They have completely fallen into madness and lost themselves!"
"Having said that..."
Sima Junting on the side was slashed in the back by a monk who had swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.
If Duan Lingtian hadn't reacted in time, Sima Junting would have died suddenly on the spot.
Despite this, Sima Junting's blood spilled on the branches of the sacred tree still produced a fist-sized fruit.
This undoubtedly attracted many monks competing for the fruit.
Fortunately, Duan Lingtian's swordsmanship is not bad, and although Ling Feng has lost his memory, his fighting instinct is still there.
After fighting against others several times, he began to be able to control his own power.
Even in the face of those strong men who have restored the Human Emperor, the Great Emperor, and even the Saint-level cultivation, they can actually be knocked back with one punch.
After a fierce battle, everyone finally managed to repel the monks who came to snatch the fruit.
But at this moment, everyone, except Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, was basically exhausted to the extreme.
Both physically and mentally, he was almost on the verge of collapse.
Sima Junting endured the severe pain in his body and gritted his teeth: "But they have really gained strength and become stronger! Instead of waiting for them to kill us, it is better to——"
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the fruit of the sacred tree that had been watered with his blood and matured, and a flash of green light flashed.
His spirit was finally completely broken.
The shadow of death made him even more eager to regain strength.
Duan Lingtian shook his head, "Let me keep this fruit for the time being. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I don't think it is easy to swallow this fruit."
"Duan Lingtian, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person? You just want to be greedy for the fruits of ink!"
At this moment, Sima Junting's expression had become ferocious and twisted.
"Junior Brother Sima, you..."
Duan Lingtian's expression changed. He never expected that Sima Junting, who had always been gentle and calm, would actually say such a thing.
"Sima Junting, how can you say this to Senior Brother Duan? Senior Brother Duan just saved your life! He also thinks about everyone!"
Zhang Haoran's eyes widened and he looked at Sima Junting in disbelief.
Sima Junting, however, had completely lost his mind and roared: "Who can't say beautiful words? Why should I put my life in your hands? That is the fruit watered by my blood, mine! Mine ! ”
His body also started to tremble a little because of the excitement. When he looked at Duan Lingtian, he didn't look like a savior, but more like an enemy!
And scenes like this seem to be happening all over the sacred tree.
For a piece of fruit, brothers turn against each other, husbands and wives betray each other, and members of the same family kill each other...
Human selfishness and greed are undoubtedly aroused to the extreme in this environment.
At the same time, at the top of the sacred tree.
Those Angel Patrollers who patrolled the Thunder Clan seemed to be witnessing all this with great enjoyment. However, they just watched with cold eyes.
"What a stupid and greedy netherworld ant!"
Immortal Lord Yueyuan sneered as he looked at everything happening under the sacred tree. Every drop of blood from the Xuanling Continent monks would eventually be swallowed up by the sacred tree and become the source of energy for the growth of roots.
The roots of the gods are originally a product of a special miraculous civilization that relies on the power of devouring star cores in various star realm planes.
As early as when the Black Tower of the Gods was established tens of millions of years ago, these God roots had already scattered into the fairy world, almost all different star planes, and were rooted deep in the original star core of the world.
They absorb the power of the star core and gradually grow, but the roots are completely mature, and the opportunity can transport these powers back to the Black Tower of the God. ,
And the star core that has been drained of its power will "die" in that world.
The so-called spirit-destroying plan is to use the spiritual roots of the monks in Xuanling Continent to ripen the roots of the gods in advance, which originally took hundreds or even thousands of years to fully mature.
They used the legend of Jianmu Sacred Tree to lure geniuses from all over the Xuanling Continent to gather here.
Later, he used the fruits of the sacred tree to trigger competition and fighting among the monks in the lower realm.
In the end, the spiritual roots of these monks from the Xuanling Continent can be found without any effort.
These local monks absorb the spiritual energy of Xuanling Continent and improve their cultivation level. If the source of the star core is the heavenly spiritual root of this world, then these monks from Xuanling Continent are the earthly spiritual root of this world.
In short, using the power of the earth spirit to give birth to the heavenly spirit is the so-called spirit-destroying plan.
"I think that regardless of the upper and lower realms, if the same situation occurs in the immortal realm, we so-called immortals will probably not be any better than the mortals like them in the lower realm."
Another angel patrolman who looked younger next to him murmured. "Immortals are immortals, and everything is mortal!"
Immortal Master Yueyuan looked a little confused. He glared at the young angel patrolman Wan Hong and said coldly: "You only need to know that at this moment, it is us who control the fate of these ants!"
Wan Hong nodded slightly, his eyelids twitching suddenly, "Lord Yueyuan, look, there seem to be many monks who have not competed for the fruits of the sacred tree yet."
"Of course, there are indeed some proud people in the lower world. Even if they don't need to recover their cultivation, they can reach the top of the sacred tree with just the strength of their physical bodies. These people are our real targets. Their souls The root is the key to the spirit-destroying plan!”
……
Somewhere in the sacred tree.
Looking at the red-eyed Sima Junting in front of him, filled with anger and strong hatred, Duan Lingtian sighed softly, "Well, now that we have talked about it, it is different after all..."
He was about to take out the fruit and hand it to Sima Junting, but Ling Feng did not know when he had come around behind Sima Junting, and immediately slapped Sima Junting on the back of the head.
After a moment, Sima Junting rolled his eyes and fainted.
"Junior Brother Shuihan, you..."
Duan Lingtian was stunned and looked at Ling Feng in surprise.
"He has lost his mind and cannot be left alone."
Ling Feng shook his head, "Senior Brother Duan, maybe we can't change everyone's destiny, but I am still unwilling to give up easily on the companions around me. At least, I have to fight for it!"
After saying that, Ling Feng helped Sima Junting lie down. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and touched several acupuncture points on Sima Junting's body gently.
Instinctively, Ling Feng still used Taixuan Acupuncture.
Although there was no golden needle, Ling Feng's finger power still penetrated Sima Junting's body easily.
Not long after, Sima Junting woke up and turned around, but his eyes had returned to clarity and were not as crazy as before.
He obviously still remembered what he said before, with a trace of shame on his face, "I...Senior Brother Duan, I just...I seemed to have fainted just now and said some nonsense..."
Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't remember what you just said."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Duan!"
Sima Junting looked at Duan Lingtian gratefully. His magnanimity was indeed beyond the reach of others.
Ling Feng also smiled and said: "Senior Brother Duan, look, sometimes, we don't have to give up at the beginning. Although the chance may be small, if we don't fight for it, wouldn't we feel unwilling?"
Duan Lingtian was stunned, and suddenly felt that he saw another familiar shadow on the body of Junior Brother Shui Han.
He began to understand why Shui Han was able to obtain Ling Feng's blood essence.
In essence, they are indeed the same kind of people.
Of course, what he didn't know was that they were actually the same person.
“You big buffalo, you’re preaching to Senior Brother Duan!”
Ye Wuxin on the side rolled his eyes angrily, "You think you are the boss of Ling Feng! You have become a little bit smarter, but you are still far from the realm of Senior Brother Duan! Of course, compared to I, Boss Ling, am even worse!”
Ling Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I just blurted it out, I didn't think much about it... Haha..."
After regaining his consciousness, Sima Junting received Duan Lingtian's understanding, and immediately bowed deeply to Ling Feng, "Shui Han, I also want to thank you. I didn't expect that you have medical skills."
"Medical skills?"
Ling Feng waved his hand quickly, "I don't know any medical skills. I just made a few random clicks based on my feeling."
"Um..."
Sima Junting was stunned. Was it just good luck that he was able to wake up?
Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid there's still more than an hour until dawn. Let's move our position as soon as possible. It won't be long before those crazy contenders will charge forward again."
After thinking about it, Duan Lingtian handed the sacred tree fruit to Sima Junting again, "Junior Brother Sima, since this fruit was watered with your blood, it should be kept by you."
"No, no, no..."
Sima Junting waved his hands repeatedly. This time, he didn't even dare to look at the fruit. "Brother Duan, you'd better take it back. I can't resist this temptation. Give it to me and I'll eat it soon!"
"That's okay..."
Duan Lingtian smiled bitterly, because he could not mobilize the power of Yuanli and divine consciousness, so naturally he could not open the Naling Ring.
He could only tear off a piece of cloth from his robe, wrap the fruit, and stuff it into the placket on his chest.
After doing all this, everyone finally regrouped and prepared to leave.
Zhang Haoran took the initiative to carry the injured Sima Junting behind him. Anyway, he was tall and strong, so this little load was nothing to him.
As for Ling Feng and Duan Lingtian, they are the main combat force, so naturally they cannot be burdened.
At this moment, a roaring sound suddenly came from the left front of the sacred tree. Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he noticed something, he stood still on the spot.
"What's wrong?"
Duan Lingtian looked back at Ling Feng and asked in a deep voice.
"Shh..."
Ling Feng made a silent gesture and listened attentively. The next moment, he saw a red light rising into the sky.
The red light illuminated the night sky, and finally turned into a bloody dragon, hovering in the sky.
The giant bloody dragon lasted for half a quarter of an hour before gradually dissipating, leaving deep red void cracks in the air.
That overbearing and arrogant power even tore the sky apart!
Duan Lingtian's eyes widened. Even though he was far away, this power was still frightening.
What's more important is that although the blood dragon is terrifying, it doesn't have the slightest fluctuation in energy.
In other words, the person who issued this blow had not swallowed the fruit of the sacred tree.
He has not recovered his cultivation, but is able to perform such terrifying moves. This person's strength is truly terrifying!
The next moment, a roar was heard, shaking the sky.
"Whoever dares to come forward again, I, Jiang Xiaofan, will never show mercy again!"
But it turns out that the person who took action just now was actually Jiang Xiaofan!
"Jiang——Xiao——Fan——"
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, and he vaguely felt that this name seemed familiar.
Then, in the night sky, there were bursts of wind and thunder, and there was another flash of white light, the sword was cold in the nine states, and another cold sound pierced the sky.
"My name is Li Bufan! Sword God, Li Bufan!"
But it turned out that during the decades of training in Saofeng Camp, Li Bufan actually developed a reputation as a sword god.
As the two people's voices fell, then, "swish, swish", countless rays of light of various colors were directed in all directions, and the birds and beasts dispersed.
As the saying goes, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree!
The top two ten-blade experts from Yuanshen Temple's Xiaofeng Camp appeared at the same time. Who dares to touch their bad luck? How is that different from seeking death? (End of chapter)