Thousands of monks fought against the Son of Destiny.

The battle was about to start.

Lin Feng was exhausted. Although his cultivation and combat power were stronger, his spiritual energy was limited.

Soon.

The battle became a group fight between thousands of monks against the Son of Destiny.

Although the monks were crazy, they still had some rationality.

They knew that the Son of Destiny was not easy to kill, so they adopted the tactics of attracting the enemy from the front and attacking from the rear. ❆♦

Thanks to the "Ancient Turtle Breathing Art", the sneak attack tactics were very useful.

Often, before Lin Feng noticed someone approaching from behind, he was poked with various spiritual weapons, making him grimacing and bleeding. He was beaten dizzy and almost fainted several times by fists.

In just a few moments, Lin Feng was no longer human.

His nose and face were bruised.

The exposed skin was full of wounds caused by various spiritual weapons, and it was devastated at a glance.

After forcing the monks who attacked again to retreat with one move, Lin Feng gasped heavily.

He was so angry!

"If you have the guts, come on one by one!" he shouted.

"If you have the guts, stand still and let me chop you!" A monk retorted.

"..."

Lin Feng was speechless.

"Why are you competing with a bunch of lunatics? Run!" Old man Tianji shouted.

Lin Feng thought about it and it was right.

He was the son of destiny, why was he playing with a bunch of lunatics?

There were too many lunatics, he really couldn't kill them all, and he was indeed surrounded at this time.

But he could run away!

The problem was...

"I want to run too! But now I'm surrounded, and I won't be able to fly away before I get pulled down!" Lin Feng shouted in his heart.

"Use the killing move first! Force these people to retreat first." Old man Tianji suggested.

"Okay!"

After the voice fell, Lin Feng held his breath and calmed his mind, with red light surging in his eyes.

He knew very well.

It would be extremely difficult to repel so many monks at once! Only by using the killing move he had just learned could he barely succeed!

Soon, his aura surged, and he looked murderous.

Just as he suddenly raised the black knife and was about to swing it down.

A strange scene appeared!

Before he made a move, the hundreds of monks surrounding him actually retreated a hundred steps at the same time!

Be alert in the distance!

"???"

Lin Feng was confused!

These lunatics are too cowardly, aren't they? He hasn't made a move yet, and they all ran away!

But it's okay, at least the purpose of "repulsion" was achieved.

After a long sigh of relief, Lin Feng wanted to cut out a knife aura, and then step on the aura to escape.

But who knows!

He just raised his hand, and the group of monks ran back again!

In just a moment, he surrounded him again!

"..."

Lin Feng was speechless.

Helplessly, he had to prepare to release a killing move again.

He just raised his hand again.

The crazy monks ran away in tacit agreement.

As soon as he put his hand down, the monks ran back again!

This cycle repeated for more than ten times!

"What are you doing?! If you want to fight, fight. If you want to run, run! Don't run around. It makes me feel helpless!" Lin Feng was almost crying because he was too frustrated.

He had a feeling.

These crazy people in front of him seemed to be very familiar with his moves and actions.

As soon as he made a move, people knew what he wanted to do!

And what answered him was the strange laughter of the crazy monks.

"At this point, the only way is to cut off your arm! You throw out the seventh-grade spiritual fire, let them fight for it, and then take the opportunity to escape." The old man Tianji suggested.

"What?!"

Lin Feng jumped up in shock.

He finally got the seventh-grade spiritual fire, but he let him throw it out?

Isn't this funny?

Moreover, don't forget it.

In order to refine the seventh-grade spiritual fire, his original spiritual fire had been taken away by others.

If he gave up the seventh-grade spiritual fire at this time, he would have no spiritual fire to use!

"Spiritual fire and life, you choose! I warn you, don't try to gamble with fate! This is the mysterious ice secret realm, there is a natural formation suppression, even if someone comes to help you, your cultivation will be suppressed, the risk is too great!" said the old man Tianji.

Lin Feng felt that there was nothing wrong with these words.

But he really couldn't bear to give it up!

This was an opportunity he had finally gained from Jiang Chen's eyes!

"Look at your useless look!" The old man Tianji was anxious, "Spiritual fire can be obtained again, but there is only one life! Which is more important, you can't tell?"

"..."

Lin Feng was speechless.

Seeing that the crazy monks were about to take action again, he had to grit his teeth, take out the green bottle containing the spiritual fire, and then smash it heavily on the ice!

There was only a "bang" sound.

The green bottle broke, and the spiritual fire inside it burst out, hanging in the air and emitting a sometimes hot, sometimes cold breath.

Just as the old man Tianji said.

Looking at the suspended spiritual fire, the crazy monks were really stunned!

"Run!"

The old man Tianji shouted.

Hearing this.

Lin Feng did not dare to hesitate, and immediately cut out a knife aura, and then stepped on the knife aura and fled quickly.

When the monks came to their senses, he had already run far away.

"Haha!!"

The relief of surviving the disaster made Lin Feng laugh loudly.

He looked back at the lunatics who were still there, and said sarcastically and arrogantly: "A bunch of idiots! You are flying to chase me!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Feng felt something was wrong again.

Because although the group of lunatics did not chase him, they took out many round and long cylindrical objects from the spiritual ring.

Lin Feng Dingqing was shocked when he saw it!

Those long-tubed objects were all spirit cannons!

"Fuck!"

Lin Feng blurted out.

"boom--!"

The next second, the sound of the cannon was loud.

Cannonballs of various attribute spirits exploded around Lin Feng.

Lin Feng kept changing various weird postures in the air, trying to avoid them.

The effect is there.

But not big...

It doesn't take a moment.

Affected by the spirit cannon, the sword energy under Lin Feng's feet collapsed, and he himself was so strong that he took a shot and fell from the air. Finally, he fell on the ice with his feet in the air.

All the crazy monks swarmed over and laughed out loud when they saw the Son of Destiny who had changed from a golden man to a black man:

"Haha, the city lord is still wise and lent these spiritual cannons to us in advance."

"These cannons are high-level cannons used in Cold Realm City to defend against foreign enemies and monsters. They are really powerful!"

"Lin Feng, are you continuing to run? Why are you lying down?"

"Humph, I knew you would be like this, so we were fully prepared!"

"What should we do now? Kill the Son of Destiny directly?"

"The son of destiny is not easy to kill, so tie him up first and poke several transparent holes in him every day to consume his luck!"

"Yes, this is the secret realm of Xuanbing. I would like to see who can rescue this son of destiny when his cultivation is suppressed!"

"Stable! So stable!"

"..."

These remarks struck a chord.

Lin Feng's body twitched and he wanted to jump up and curse.

He called out to Old Man Tianji in his heart and asked him to think of a solution.

"..."

Perhaps seeing that he was about to be tortured again, old man Tianji habitually pretended to be dead.

At this moment, Lin Feng was completely despairing.

He was puzzled and roared with all his strength: "If you don't go get that seventh-grade spiritual fire, why do you want to do anything to me?"

"The seventh-grade spiritual fire is right there, and it won't escape!" A monk replied instantly.

"How do you decide where you belong when there are so many of you?" Lin Feng wanted to sow discord.

"If you let me poke a few more transparent holes in you, I am willing to give up the seventh-grade spiritual fire." Another monk said.

"..."

Lin Feng was completely speechless.

He wanted to ask right now!

As for that?

What kind of hatred and resentment is this? !