When a person takes action, he always has the purpose of doing so.

If a person has to travel a thousand miles, he will definitely think of something good a thousand miles away.

Those monks with a sense of smell as sensitive as dogs, when they sensed that the possibility of profit outweighed the possibility of death, they decisively regrouped and slowly moved closer.

Feng Lan didn't issue a single command, and tens of thousands of people gradually gathered behind him.

He was staring into them, like an unfathomable abyss.

They were gazing at him, like an unquestionable providence.

He believed that they would act in unpredictable ways at any time.

They believed that he could disappear at any time, or even have worse consequences.

The first night falls.

Fenglan chose a conservative attitude, found a secret place, released the little flower snake, the little pony, the eight different birds, and rested peacefully.

In the ancient city of Taihong, there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and a cloud of masters.

No one knows how this random fountain-like wave of monsters will develop.

No one can predict when powerful sixth-level monsters will appear in the tide of monsters, or even more powerful Hong monsters, wild monsters, earth monsters, and sky monsters.

There is no point in trying to be in the limelight.

It's a handful if you can get it.

The end of Chou and the beginning of Yin.

Accompanied by a shrill beast roar, a tide of beasts erupted like a volcano.

Twenty-one distinct human cultivation forces from the four directions of northeast, east, southeast, and south actively attacked the beast tide with a sweeping force.

To the northwest and north are the deep and unpredictable Xuanyuan Mountains.

In the dark space between heaven and earth, the Xuanyuan Mountains are more like a crouching ghost beast, quietly gazing at the corner of the world in front of you.

Feng Lan thought of the mountain of monster corpses under the Flame City, and with great passion, he decisively killed the monsters that rushed towards him head-on.

He is like a "demonic god" who can continuously draw strength from blood. The more he fights, the braver he becomes and the more energetic he becomes.

The seven-star sword in his hand is steaming with green light, and he calmly displays Taoist and magical powers, slays monsters, tears apart the darkness, and strives to bring light to the world.

He is no longer the trance-like young man who wielded an ax mechanically four years ago. Instead, he carefully focuses on every display of Taoist and magical powers, and understands the secret of controlling the natural power of heaven.

He forgot that he had traveled four years in another memory, what his wife and relatives in that world looked like now, and what exactly happened in that world.

He clearly remembered that terrifying ice and snow world, that lonely ice peak, and the "Great Evil King" sealed in the ice peak.

The sky is bright.

The beast tide recedes like the tide.

Hiccup~.

Feng Lan let out a long belch, his spirit glowing, and he looked down at the trophies at his feet and around him.

Too many.

The super capacity of a high-end storage bag is occupied by one-third.

*                              *

"Meet fellow Feng Daoist."

A group of five people came over, clasped their fists and saluted from a distance, and greeted them loudly.

One of them is Hu Feng.

"Seniors, you're welcome." Feng Lan said with a smile, "I wonder what your seniors have to say?"

“Behind the west and southwest directions are dense areas where ordinary families live.

Without Zhangtian Sect's Feng Dao friends to fight against the tide of monsters, the consequences would be disastrous.

The five of us have discussed and are willing to gather the manpower of our respective gangs and listen to fellow Feng Daoist's orders."

Hu Feng said in a deep voice, very seriously.

His injuries have improved greatly, but are still serious.

"That land is surrounded by huge Lingtian Mountains and Pingchuan on all sides, and it is protected by powerful cultivation forces.

This place, in 'their' words, is a flood discharge place and a buffer place.

As the saying goes: A snake cannot move without a head, and a goose cannot fly without a head.

I take the liberty of inviting you to be the abbot."

The old man with a kind face said loudly.

Feng Lan looked at the five people solemnly and saw their sincerity.

"How dare the disciples of the Zhangtian Sect dare to take on such an important task?

You may not know that this is against the Nine Saints Covenant.

However, Feng Lan followed the instructions of the Immortal Lord and Master to kill demons and protect the peace of the world, which was driven by great righteousness.

Feng Lan will do his best, even if he dies in battle, he will never disgrace the lintel of Zhangtian Sect.

As for you, and even many fellow Taoists in the surrounding area, you are all free and have your own choices."

Feng Lan wanted to say that as long as everyone has the same thoughts, it doesn't matter whether there is someone who is the abbot.

I didn't say this frankly, and I didn't know whether it was right or wrong, or whether the other party could understand it.

The five people looked at each other, each frowning.

"If there are too many people without restraint, there will be chaos."

The kind-faced old man said with an expression that he had experienced the cruelty of the world.

"Trouble five seniors, try your best to spread the word to people around you... to be a good person." Feng Lan paused and said thoughtfully, looked at the five people in shock, and added, "That's it. Anyone who violates will be shot.

I'll do it."

"We will strictly abide by the 'Alliance Leader''s strict order." Hu Feng said, cupping his fists.

The other four people seemed to have realized something, so they continued talking and left happily.

Feng Lan secretly complained that he had fallen into the trap with his inadvertent behavior.

He shrugged and thought to himself: "I didn't say anything or do anything. It's just them who think they are right."

"If I don't use the Order Axe, can I resist?"

"If I use the Seven-Star Immortal Sword to resist, I will definitely be proud of my master."

Feng Lan had some messy thoughts.

A responsibility as heavy as Mount Tai has been borne on his shoulders and fallen on his heart.

Once again, there is no retreat.

He hated this kind of situation, especially a self-inflicted sinister situation.

Curiosity killed the cat.

"Where did this wave of monster beasts originate?"

Feng Lan looked at the vast Yanghe Mountains and tried hard to find the answer.

*                              *

The tide of monsters is rising again.

The Yanghe Mountains, covering an area of ​​1,500 miles, are covered with ferocious birds and beasts.

The Yanghe Mountains are like a "washbasin" squeezed by six hands on the sky-high stone wall, and the beast tide is the water in the washbasin.

If that hand is used harder, the other five hands will immediately feel the pressure of the water overflowing.

What's worse is that the five powerful hands exerted force at the same time, leaving the sixth hand on the verge of collapse

Feng Lan had to retreat voluntarily, and immediately felt the tide of beasts coming over him like a surging ocean wave.

So, he fought back hard and stabilized his position.

After the beast tide stagnated for a while, like a wave gathering momentum, it counterattacked with a more violent impact.

Feng Lan retreated again and then fought back.

For a time, I fell into a situation of repeated struggle, unable to advance or retreat.

Feng Lan suddenly discovered that the monks behind him were miraculously uniform, attacking as he attacked and retreating as he retreated.

Among them, there are those who are more profound than Fenglan, but they are only in a looming position.

This kind of person is like a fish in shallow water in the basin. Occasionally a bubble will appear, and he will hide in the shallow water as much as possible, thinking that no one can see him.

Fenglan was happy.
To be continued...