Chapter 1201

After the bald crane ran at full speed for seven days, it finally arrived at the area where the land of the Death God is located.

"The land of the Death God is ahead, and so many sects and aristocratic families have arrived."

Luo Ling'er pointed to the distance ahead and exclaimed.

Wang Teng looked at him and saw the vast and boundless land of the gods in the distance.

At this moment, the vast land of the Moon God, the magic light, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire sky, almost shining with the sun.

These visions have appeared in the Land of the Mooning God in recent times. These visions are too dazzling. From a distance, they are really beautiful and amazing.

In addition, Wang Teng also noticed that the space above the Land of the Moon God was distorted, as if there was an extremely powerful magnetic field that interfered with the qi there.

The eyes turn.

Wang Teng noticed that around the land of the Death God, countless divine rainbows fell from time to time, and they were the monks who rushed to the land of the Death God.

Some powerful sects and aristocratic families each occupy a favorable position, waiting for the opportunity in the land of the Death God to come to the world and be able to fight for it.

"As a result, there are so many people."

Wang Teng glanced at it and frowned slightly.

Before he got close, he could already feel the powerful aura fluctuations emitted from the camps stationed around the Land of the Mooning God.

There are many powerful characters from these strong sects and families who come here, and they can be said to be powerful people.

There are many great saints and most saints, and there are countless true saints.

Such a grand occasion and so many masters gathered, Wang Teng couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

He has never seen so many masters.

Even in the wasteland that was originally there, all the top powerhouses were only a handful of them.

At this moment, this small land of the Death God gathers hundreds or even more masters from the Great Saint realm or even the Supreme Saint realm.

This made Wang Teng secretly shocked. The Shenhuang Continent was indeed a vast and powerful person. It was just an Eastern Wilderness. Because of the strange phenomenon erupting in the Land of the Moon God, so many strong people gathered.

And this is probably not the final quantity.

There are also many strong people who are probably still on the way to come. When they arrive, there are many strong people here.

"Many strong men, even dozens of people have come to the Supreme Saint. With these people here, if we really have the opportunity to erupt, we are afraid that we can't even get a single hair!"

Seeing this, the bald crane couldn't help but widen his eyes, and couldn't help but shrink his neck. The speed of flying was full, and he was a little afraid and dared not move forward.

It has always been timid, and only when facing various treasures can it overcome its timidity.

Now that the opportunity has not appeared and the treasure has not appeared, I immediately felt guilty when I saw that so many big shots gathered in the land of the Death God.

Hearing the bald crane's words, Luo Ling'er's cheeks flushed. The pheasant was too vulgar.

"past."

Wang Teng's expression remained unchanged, suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, and ordered lightly.

There were indeed many strong people here, which moved him, but it did not make him so scared that he dared to pass.

Just like when he was in the wasteland, facing the birth of the Chaos Immortal Palace, his cultivation and strength were as weak as he could, and there were so many strong people gathered in the Chaos Immortal Palace. The sect leaders of various sects blocked at the door would die without a place to bury him if he slapped him.

However, at that time he never saw him retreat and fearful. He broke into the Chaos Immortal Palace for a lifetime, gained many opportunities, and his strength increased greatly.

Now, his cultivation level is no longer the same as before, and his strength is not comparable to that in the past. Moreover, he has overcome all obstacles and even survived the great disaster of wasteland. Will he still feel fearful and timid because of the presence of these powerful people from major sects in front of him?

Hearing Wang Teng's instructions, even though the bald crane was afraid, he still rushed over with his teeth and did not land directly in the front.

Because there are too many masters gathering around, almost all the favorable positions in the front were occupied, and the bald crane did not find any good positions for a while.

"Um?"

"A group of junior monks dare to come to the Land of Death to compete for opportunities. Didn't your adults come?"

Just as the bald crane landed, some monks nearby noticed Wang Teng and others and said in surprise.

There are many younger generations of monks around the Land of the Death, among which there are even the most outstanding geniuses of various major sects.

But these people are accompanied by strong people from the sect. After all, the land of the Death God itself is extremely dangerous. Now there are countless strong people from sects and families gathered. There is no strong protection around them, so it is very dangerous here.

If you encounter a hostile camp, the opponent may take the opportunity to attack and kill it.

Wang Teng and his group came from the extreme east, so they naturally had no hostile forces with this Dongyuan City.

The only hostile force is the Ghost King Sect.

These monks nearby did not show any malice to Wang Teng and his group.

Not only because the two sides did not have any grudges, but more importantly, Wang Teng and his group were very young.

Especially Ye Wuchang, who has just broken through his cultivation in the past two days and has been promoted to the peak of the Golden Pill Realm, is now silently practicing and consolidating his cultivation, revealing the aura of cultivation.

A group of young people.

It seems that his cultivation is not very high.

There is no threat to them for their chances and fortunes, and naturally it will not arouse their hostility.

After all, when a few ants appear in front of you and these ants have never provoked you, will you deliberately target and hostile to it?

At least under normal circumstances, I wouldn't do that.

"The Land of the Death God is not a good place. You are disciples of any sect. If there is no adult follower, it is better to leave quickly. Otherwise, the opportunity of the Land of the Death God is coming and chaos will break out. With your cultivation and Taoism, you will be affected and will be able to save your life in vain."

A middle-aged woman advised Wang Teng and others in kindness.

"Thank you for your kind advice. We are just a casual cultivator, come here to join in the fun and get lucky."

Seeing the other party admonishing him kindly, Wang Teng smiled at her and bowed with a gentle tone.

"laugh……"

"A mere group of casual cultivators dare to come here to join in the fun. Don't you want to live?"

"It's better to leave quickly. This is not the place you should come."

Hearing Wang Teng’s self-reported identity as a casual cultivator, several young people from several other sects couldn’t help but sneer, and there was a hint of disdain in their eyes when they looked at Wang Teng and others.

The casual cultivators are basically a group of lone heroes, and they are usually some people with average talent. They do not have enough qualifications to enter the sect and cannot obtain the cultivation of the sect and the cultivation resources of the sect. They are much worse than those of the sect and the disciples of the aristocratic families.

Due to insufficient qualifications and lack of resources, there are few powerful people among the casual cultivators, most of whom are mobs.

Therefore, in the eyes of those disciples of major forces, casual cultivators are all inexperienced people.
Chapter completed!