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One after another, the Hongmeng Soul Treasure s exploded in the air as sword light after another pierced madly. Over a thousand people used all their strength to attack that person, but only Lan Feng did not move. He was waiting, waiting for the moment his opponent was pressed down from the sky. That was the time for him to launch his deadly attack.

The sword net kept descending. Finally, after ten breaths' time, the Saint realm expert who couldn't do anything was suppressed and had no choice but to fall from the sky.

Lan Feng revealed an ice-cold smile, and a red figure slowly appeared from behind him. If it wasn't for everyone's attention focused on the Holy Spirit Master, they would have been scared silly by this strange scene. Lan Hua came out, quietly sneaking towards the enemy like a ghost, without any signs of life.

Tens of miles away, the Holy Spirit was being forced to jump up and down by the attacks of over a thousand people, especially from nearly a hundred High Saints. The Saint Force was rapidly being consumed, and the Holy Spirit felt that he could not keep up with the situation. He knew that if he kept on wasting it, he would only die!

After spitting out a large mouthful of primordial blood, his body began to emit a piercing golden light. It was like a scorching sun, releasing a scorching hot light. That was an absolute high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees celsius.

"Those who block me, die!"

The Holy Spirit suddenly pushed out his palm, and the huge palm shadow turned more than ten of the saints into nothing, while he himself also spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Yan rolled his eyes, and sneakily retreated to the side of the Holy Spirit, waved his hand and shouted: "This guy is done for! Brothers, smash him to death with all your strength! "

As he spoke, he grabbed a millstone-sized rock from the ground and threw it over. He was not going to face the opponent head on. That was the absolute difference in strength. Didn't he see more than ten Middle Saints shattered in one strike?

With this shout, a portion of the players noticed that the situation had shifted back from the main attack position to the secondary attack, but most of them still felt their morale rising. How glorious would it be to kill a Holy Spirit with the combined power of the Middle and Upper Saints? It was enough for them to brag about it to others in the future.

It was as if they had all eaten stimulants. Saint Force covered the heavens and earth as they poured out all of their killing moves.

At the price of the essence blood, the Saint Force that had been consumed greatly increased in power, and its combat power increased as well. However, there were not many experts left. His strength was not that strong in the first place, and he did not have absolute strength to suppress the qualitative change caused by the quantitative change in his strength.

After killing over a hundred Middle Saints and a few Supreme Saints, the intense flames outside of his body dimmed a bit. Golden blood leaked out from the corners of his mouth, making him look especially malevolent.

Yang Qing used all his strength and released a few rays of sword aura, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, use all of your powers, this fellow is done for! All of the High Saints attack together and kill him! "

The Thousand Middle Saint suppressed the Holy Spirit Master at a corner, and almost a hundred of them formed a sharp triangular formation. With Yang Qing's loud shout, they shot out a sword light that contained all the Holy Spirit Qi they had.

Nearly a hundred golden sword lights merged into one, turning into a three feet thick golden pillar of light. Over a hundred people's celestial senses locked onto the opponent together, and that pillar of light transformed into a giant golden dragon, roaring as it rushed towards the Holy Spirit. Wherever it went, astral winds would spread out. Boundless holy power would press a depression in the ground that was five miles in radius and tens of meters deep into the ground that was as hard as metal and stone!

Feeling the violent energy fluctuations coming from the sky, the Holy Spirit turned pale in fright. Being heavily wounded and surrounded by a large number of Middle Saints was already very strenuous, as the enemies were too many to handle. By the time the sword-formations in the air merged together, he was completely locked down by the combined divine sense of nearly a hundred people.

Another mouthful of primeval essence blood was spat out, and half of the lock was removed by the secret technique, barely avoiding the majority of the light pillars. The remaining small amount of sword light could only be forcefully blocked by force.

Puff.

His figure flew backward, and blood spurted out like a fountain, causing people to wonder how much blood in his body could withstand this kind of vomiting. Like a kite with its string cut, it was blown away by the impact and flew nearly a thousand meters away. Under the will to survive, it stood up while leaning on its flying sword, its face like golden paper.

He laughed out loud. This sword strike had actually allowed him to escape from the encirclement, allowing him to obtain blessings from his desperate straits and obtain a sliver of survival.

However, just as he thought that he had escaped the encirclement and was about to turn around and run away, a sword light flashed from behind him. Having exhausted all of his energy, his body had suffered an unprecedented serious injury. At his peak, a sword that could not even break through his physical defense easily pierced through the back of his head.

His Sea of Consciousness that had lost its energy defense was minced into pieces by the Sword Qi, and his soul was instantly killed. Lan Hua grabbed the half a foot tall Primordial Spirit and placed it into his storage ring along with the various treasures that had fused with it.

Everyone looked at Lan Hua who was dressed in red armor, then looked at Lan Feng who had a sinister smile on his face, and watched as Lan Feng wobbled to the corpse of the Holy Spirit Master, and took out a golden fist-sized Jindan and placed it inside the storage magical equipment. In the end, they saw Lan Hua revealing a sinister smile, walked to Lan Feng's side, and disappeared.

Suddenly, everyone became completely stupefied, and no one spoke for a long time.

Lan Feng laughed, and cupped his hands: "Everyone, when I was in the lower realms, I was extremely skilled in puppet techniques.

Puppet?

Even if it was a golem, as long as it had energy, it should be able to emanate auras, right? This thing was like a specter. It was completely silent, and one could not even sense a hint of its aura. What kind of puppet was this?

However, this was the privacy of others, so it wasn't good for them to ask. Moreover, everyone was concerned about the treasures in the lake, so they didn't have the mind to ask that much. Even such an important matter like the Holy Spirit's aurous core being obtained by Lan Feng was forgotten.

Aside from the hundred who died, everyone else jumped into the lake with Yang Qing and Mu Yuanzi leading them. They used their holy energy to form a shield around their bodies and dived towards the bottom of the lake.

The lake was not deep, and after diving for about a hundred meters, they could see the bottom. At the same time, they also discovered the source of the bubbles. It was a cave about two meters in diameter, located at the center of the lake.

Due to the intense air current below, the lake did not flow down. With the entrance of the cave as the center, a three meter tall, two meter wide semicircle was formed. As the airflow in the cave fluctuated between fast and slow, bubbles would occasionally appear.

Mu Yuanzi waved his hand, and the thousand people immediately followed, flying quickly towards the cave entrance. With Mu Yuanzi and Yang Qing in the lead, they used their holy power and pushed apart the barrier, and one by one, they drilled into the cave. The impact force was very strong. It was stronger than gravity. They had to grab the rock protruding from the cave wall and slowly move down.

This was a straight tunnel, and with the eyesight of an ordinary person, one could faintly see threads of light coming from the far end.

After traveling about ten kilometers, they finally saw the light. Following the disappearance of the charging force, Mu Yuanzi and Yang Qing who were at the very front fell down in a sorry state. However, they did not scream out in pain nor did they move. They just laid on the ground with their mouths wide open, watching everything that was happening before them.

Aside from the area they were in, which was a few hundred meters in radius, the entire cave was criss-crossed. The larger ones were several meters wide, and the smaller ones couldn't even fit into the cave. Of course, these were not surprising, what was truly shocking was that the ground and stone walls were densely packed with light golden crystals. Some of the crystals were mixed together with the rocks in an impure manner, while others were incomparably pure, and emitted extremely dense Holy Spirit Qi.

This is an extremely large sacred crystal mine!

"Quick!" "Come down quickly and cover the entrance!" Yang Qing crawled up and shouted, "All of you, hurry up and scram! "Faster, faster, faster!"

Not long later, close to a thousand people crawled in through the cave, every single one of them had a pair of red eyes, staring straight at the sacred crystal that could be seen everywhere, many of them even drooling.

When had they ever seen so many sacred crystal? Amongst the thousands of people present, at least 90% of them had never seen the appearance of sacred crystal before. As for the remaining 10%, it was most likely because they had seen other people's sacred crystal s, and those were all important figures, so even if they saw them, they could only look at them.

Perhaps they stole it from other people, or perhaps they accidentally picked it up from somewhere, but without exception, it was only two or three pieces at most.

All of these places were filled with sacred crystal s, there were countless of them. Just by looking at these, one could see that there were at least tens of thousands of the normal size of the Holy Realm s. However, everyone knew that these were just the surface. There were definitely more and better sacred crystal beneath the layers of rocks, and there might even be legendary ectokinin!

Yang Qing swallowed his saliva, and waved repeatedly: "Everyone, don't worry. Everyone has it! "Damn, it's enough for you two to cultivate nonstop. Haha, I've struck it rich this time!"

Lan Feng tactfully cupped his hands, and said respectfully: "Senior, please take charge of the following matter."

"En!"

Qingyang and Mu Yuanzi nodded their heads together, and after talking for a while through sound transmissions, Mu Yuanzi finally spoke up: "Everyone, Brother Yang Qing and I have discussed for a while. There are a lot of sacred crystal here, so since that's the case, why don't we stay here and cultivate? Everyone swore a blood oath on their hearts that before they left this place, no one was allowed to attack each other. In addition, no one is allowed to collect crystals. If anyone is ready to leave, then we can discuss how many crystals to take away.

"No problem, I, Lan Feng, am the first to agree. Seniors, you know what I have to say, what else do I have to say?"

Lan Feng smacked his lips again, causing the two of them to laugh out loud. At the same time, they received a sound transmission from the two: "Little brother, we will definitely make a vow, but we will only make a vow not to hide any crystals. "Hehe, later on, we will purposely mislead them. When everyone is immersed in cultivation, we will properly explore. Perhaps, we might be able to find some other treasures. At that time, we will count it as yours!"

Sure enough, after thousands of people swore the blood oath, these eight lifetimes old people, who had never seen such a rich Holy Spirit Qi, lost the hidden threat of their allies around them. One by one, they pulled out large chunks of sacred crystal s from the rocks and sat down on the ground to cultivate. Yang Qing and Mu Yuanzi were like this, Lan Feng and Mo Yan also like this, they sat on the ground and pretended to be cultivating.

After three consecutive days, no one moved an inch. Just as Lan Feng was about to stand up, he suddenly saw an old man standing not far away from him. He carefully looked at the others and revealed a proud smile. Then, he slowly walked towards a cave.