Honghuang: God-level entries, starting from refining the demon-slaying sword

The last gift left by a Daluo Jinxian to Lin Feng was nothing short of luxurious. Apart from anything else, the power contained in it was probably enough to kill those who were stronger than Daluo, or at the very least, to slow down their progress.

The gap between Golden Immortal and Profound Immortal is really too big. Even if Lin Feng has a body of Profound Immortal, the probability of him challenging a higher level is almost zero. With this fire protecting him, he can go further.

"Ancestor, are you really going to let Feng go to Kunlun alone?"

Hao asked with some concern.

If possible, he actually wanted to give Lin Feng a ride.

However, Suirenshi obviously saw through his thoughts and shook his head, saying, "There are only a limited number of strong people in the tribe nowadays, and I have arranged more than just Lin Feng."

"Hao, everything is based on the human race. Don't let your emotions get in the way."

The tribe now has no extra strength.

There was no need for Suiren to say this, Hao himself knew it.

Hearing this, he could only sigh helplessly, feeling melancholy as he looked at the descendant beside him who had needed his care to survive a thousand years ago.

I don’t know if we can meet again next time.

"Hao, I will come back to find you in ten thousand years at most."

Lin Feng nodded at Hao, the smile still on his face.

Now, it is hard to say who will win in the fight between him and Hao, and there is no need for him to take the risk.

It’s better to go on your own.

This time, Lin Feng’s preparations can be said to be thorough to the extreme, and he also believes that his luck will definitely not be too bad.

"Go."

Suiren waved his hand and closed his eyes. Hao had no choice but to watch Lin Feng walk out of the altar.

Outside the altar, thousands of people knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the statue of the saint. They were praying and begging for the saint's attention.

For those who have not even broken through the fairyland.

The day this great migration begins is the day death comes.

“How many people will survive in the end?”

"If I stay, can I help them?"

Lin Feng was hesitant.

Although his strength is not the strongest in the tribe, he is still considered a good player.

The tribe has been able to survive in the ancient times for so long, and there are several Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals in the tribe. His cultivation level is now equal to Hao's, so he can definitely help.

However, I can only protect a few people now, but how many can I protect?

"time to go."

After taking a final look in the direction of the altar, Lin Feng locked onto the location of Kunlun Mountain, took off into the air, and began to hurry on his way.

……

"Has it started yet?"

"They let the seeds in their tribe leave so quickly. It seems that they really noticed something."

In the mountains and forests, a pair of eyes as big as copper bells opened, and the terrifying aura of the Golden Immortal roared up like a vast ocean, causing a huge wave.

Fei Lian, who had a bird's body and a deer's head, exerted immense pressure on others just by standing there. Even the little demons who followed him felt as if they could not breathe.

The peak of Daluo!

Only these four words can describe his realm and strength.

"I originally thought I could leave the human race alone for a while, but now it seems I have no choice but to herd them all together..."

Fei Lian already had an idea in his mind about the final disposal method for the human race, which even coincided with that of the two demon kings.

Drive the human race together and eliminate them all at once, so as to truly cut off the human race's retreat, and then turn around to attack the witch race and completely lay the foundation for the demon race to become the overlord of heaven and earth.

With the help of their luck, the two demon kings will achieve sainthood together, and finally, the demon race will become the eternal overlord of this world!

"Lord Feilian."

"What should we do with those human prides?"

A big demon walked forward fearfully and asked.

The Tianjiao are the foundation of a tribe's future. Although they will not pose any threat to the Wu tribe, they should also deal with them.

If it goes smoothly...

kill!

"Let the great demon from the Xuanxian realm go and hunt him down."

"No matter the cost, keep them here, throw their bodies back to the tribe, and tell the human race that their fate is in our hands!"

"We won't destroy the human race, but we won't let them have an easy time either!" Fei Lian snorted coldly, murderous intent spreading.

The next moment, several figures rose into the sky from the forest, among them was a black shadow, following Lin Feng's trail and killing him!

……

"The war between the liches is really getting worse."

After avoiding another fierce battle, Lin Feng entered a ruin.

The journey to Kunlun Mountain was indeed full of dangers for him, but it was also an unprecedented experience. He saw the misery of all living beings under the catastrophe.

The tribe under my feet once had traces of the witch clan's survival, but now it has been completely destroyed by the demon clan. The smell of blood and traces of karma and evil power are still there.

"A great witch was killed and blood was splattered on the spot."

"Unfortunately, it has been tainted by karma and cannot be used."

Lin Feng raised his palm, trying to squeeze something out of the land, but quickly gave up.

The blood of a great wizard is a treasure for tempering the body that is even more precious than the blood of a demon king. It's a pity that the appearance of a great wizard is often accompanied by karma, so most of the great wizard's blood cannot be used.

this time.

Lin Feng is still experimenting to see how long ago he can extract the entries of fallen creatures.

There were countless creatures that existed in the ancient times. If he could extract the entries of every fallen powerful being, it would probably not take long for Lin Feng to have the capital to become a saint.

However, it is a pity that the entries seem to have a preservation time, which varies depending on the strength.

The strongest person Lin Feng has met now is just the corpse of a demon cultivator in the Xuanxian realm. Hundreds of years after his death, his attributes are still preserved, but they seem to lack stamina.

According to the information observed, even Daluo can only keep the entry for a thousand years at most.

"kindness?"

Suddenly, Lin Feng seemed to sense something, frowned, and looked into the distance.

There was a soul over there that was rapidly scanning the four directions, trying to find something. At the same time, a figure fell like a meteorite.

"Pursuers?"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know the origin of the guy in front of him, but that didn't stop him from hiding out of respect.

With a flash of his body, Lin Feng left a clone on the spot and quickly flew away into the distance.

In the dark, there seemed to be a voice constantly guiding him forward, as if there was something waiting for him ahead.

"The pride of the human race!"

"I found it!"

A hearty and somewhat crazy laugh sounded. Through the perspective of his clone, Lin Feng saw a bull demon from the Xuanxian realm standing in front of him. Beside him were several demon soldiers from the Zhenxian realm, each with a ferocious smile on his face.

"You're such a good hider! I've been looking for you for ten years!"

"I wonder where you can escape to today!"