Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin looked into the distance and found a few familiar faces.

For example, Yin Lan of the Yin-Yang Crusaders, had a black sword hanging around his waist and was lying on a stone to rest.

No wonder he didn’t appear in the previous battle, it turns out he was sent here.

As a ghost soldier, he will most likely choose Heizu.

In addition to Yin Lan, Feng Lin also saw several members of the Light Clan.

Although I didn't recognize them, they were wearing golden armor and cloaks with a cross pattern on their backs, so I knew their identities at a glance.

Together with the Light Clan was another familiar figure, Fen Haijiao from the Sun Clan.

Feng Lin didn't expect to meet this person again. He was lucky to be alive until now.

"Boss, what should we do next?" Liu Nian asked from the side, "How should we notify them? We can't just shout and tell them you're here, right?"

"That's definitely not possible. There are still nearly two days left before the deadline. I plan to think of a solution."

Feng Lin closed his eyes at this time, sat on a stone, put his hands on the ground, and felt carefully.

He thought that if he could directly break the space here, perhaps he could find Ailian's location.

However, this ancient battlefield was very strange. In other previous battlefields, he was able to break the formation directly after finding traces of it.

But in this place, there was no trace of the formation, and the same was true for the mountain in the distance before.

Si Weijun once told Feng Lin that this kind of ancient battlefield was originally created with the fruit of the sacred tree and fixed by formations, but there is no formation here, which is very strange.

"What the hell?"

Feng Lin suddenly cursed inwardly.

"What's wrong, boss? Have you found a solution?" Liu Nian asked hurriedly.

Feng Lin shook his head slightly, but he felt that if he spoke of the devil, he would appear.

He had just thought of Si Weijun in his mind when he spotted Si Weijun's figure among the people of the Light Clan in the distance.

At this time, Si Weijun's realm had already entered the realm of breaking through the wall.

However, it should have just entered the wall-breaking stage, and it may be breaking the wall with one arm, or at most with the forearm.

This force is definitely not enough to break the wall with both arms.

This time she was wearing golden armor and a cape on her back, and she was not wearing the skirt she had worn before.

"I met an acquaintance who might be able to help us out."

Feng Lin said softly.

Si Weijun is from the Jiuyou clan and is older than Cen Caixuan, so he must know more.

In particular, she once controlled an ancient battlefield, so she should be very familiar with this place which is also an ancient battlefield.

"Wei Jun! Why are you here?"

Feng Lin suddenly shouted towards the distance, but the direction he was shouting was not where Si Weijun was.

Suddenly someone called his name and Si Weijun's body shook violently.

She immediately turned around and looked at the person over there. The voice sounded familiar.

This sudden sound made other people around look back, but then they went back to their own business.

"Feng Lin?" Si Weijun suddenly discovered that a long sword appeared in Feng Lin's hand in the distance.

She naturally recognized that this long sword was Feng Lin's weapon.

No wonder the voice just now seemed so familiar. It turned out that he had discovered me and called out on purpose.

However, everyone here only knew her name was Clara, and no one could guess that Feng Lin was calling her.

Si Weijun smiled, the boy was indeed not dead.

When she heard the news of Feng Lin's death, she refused to believe it. For a person like Feng Lin, she would not believe it unless someone saw him die with their own eyes.

She didn't go over immediately, but waited here for nearly five minutes, then walked to a stone not far away and sat down.

Seeing Si Weijun sitting down to rest, the other people from the Light Clan also found a place to rest.

Feng Lin waited for a while before walking over with Liu Nian and leaning on the other side of the stone.

Si Weijun glanced at Feng Lin indifferently, approached him, and put her hand on the back of his hand.

hum!

Feng Lin clearly felt that there seemed to be a formation engraved on the back of his hand.

After Si Weijun finished carving the formation, he changed a piece of stone and sat down again, moving away from the sealed forest.

"I knew you were not dead." Si Weijun's voice suddenly sounded in Feng Lin's mind.

Feng Lin was startled, and immediately looked at the flickering light on the back of his hand, secretly wondering: "What kind of formation is this?"

"This is used to transmit sound. You don't even know how to use this formation, do you?"

Si Weijun's voice once again reached Feng Lin's ears.

"I really don't know." Feng Lin responded in a low voice.

"You are so powerful, but you don't even understand this kind of formation. You are really smart. You don't need to make any sound or move your mouth. Just move your tongue and I will know what you are saying." Si Weijun's voice came again.

Feng Lin nodded secretly and tried to ask: "Can you hear me like this?"

"Yes! This formation can determine what you said through the breath exhaled from your tongue and throat, and then transmit it to another person who has the formation. Moreover, the sound is transmitted directly through the bones, so outsiders cannot hear it."

Si Weijun's voice continued, "Tell me! How did you escape the saint's pursuit?"

"Boss, what's wrong with you? What are you mumbling about?" Liu Nian asked from the side.

"I'm communicating with her."

Feng Lin pulled Liu Nian and walked away.

"Don't go too far. This formation has a distance limit. Otherwise, the alien land will be like having a telephone. Why did the Yin-Yang Crusaders occupy so many streams to deliver messages?" Si Weijun's voice came again.

Feng Lin stopped immediately after hearing this.

He first winked at Liu Nian, then sat on a rock and recounted what had happened last time.

"So that's how it is. So you suspect that this saint is the little sacred tree, which is why you are afraid of the divine slaves on your side?" Si Weijun asked.

"That's right." Feng Lin nodded.

"You managed to escape with great difficulty, so why did you come back? Are you worried about my safety?" Si Weijun asked.

Feng Lin turned around and looked at Si Weijun with an expression as if he was looking at a fool, and then told Si Weijun the reason for his visit.

Since he needed her help, Feng Lin naturally had to make things clear.

"So that's it." Si Weijun suddenly realized.

"Senior, please help me. Why can't I find any traces of formations in this ancient battlefield?" Feng Lin asked curiously.

"Haha, I don't know either. Even if I knew, why would I tell you? You can't even give me a child, and I didn't ask you to raise it."

Si Weijun glanced at Feng Lin and continued, "Give me a child and I will tell you."

"But there is no time. There is only one day left."

"It's okay. Our race can almost hit the target with one strike. There is definitely enough time." Si Weijun said.

"Not enough! I can't finish it in one day!"

As soon as Feng Lin finished speaking, Si Weijun in the distance turned around in disbelief and looked at Feng Lin as if he were a monster.

"Show me the video first. I need to see that place to confirm it." Si Weijun walked towards Feng Lin. (End of this chapter)