Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Feng Lin said calmly, "I've said a lot now. Don't you want me dead?"

"Do you think I should praise you for stealing a little skill I casually created?"

Xi Ling Sheng said calmly, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll kill you!"

"Come on! Let me see just how high up the sages of the Queen Mother of the West's tribe really are."

Feng Lin stood with his hands behind his back. "If you can't handle it, bring your tribe's Queen Mother of the West over too. I like fighting multiple opponents at once; it's more exciting that way."

Xi Ling Sheng's eyes showed some surprise. Did this man not recognize him?

This is strange. As a new god, she has presided over the grand ceremony every year and has been a god for thousands of years. How could he, who is also a saint, not know who he is?
In Xiling Sheng's view, there are only two possibilities.

First, he was pretending on purpose.

Secondly, he must have come from a remote galaxy, or even from another dimension.

Thinking of this, Xi Ling Sheng remembered what happened with Su Yi Bai before, "What's your name?"

"You should introduce yourself before asking others."

Feng Lin glanced indifferently at Xi Ling Sheng.

"I come from the Queen Mother of the West's tribe, and my name is Xi Ling Sheng!"

Xi Ling Sheng said calmly.

"I see. My name is Feng Lin."

Feng Lin spread his hands, "He's not some big shot, you've definitely never heard of him."

"I really haven't heard of it."

Xi Ling Sheng's expression remained calm, but he was inwardly shocked. It turned out that he really was Feng Lin.

She smiled. Now that she had met him, she naturally wanted to see if he was as strong as Su Yibai had described.

But just then, Feng Lin suddenly looked into the distance and thought, "How audacious! They actually dared to attack my people."

brush!
Feng Lin's figure vanished from this spot in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Xi Ling Sheng immediately looked around, searching for Feng Lin's figure, but he had truly vanished.

She didn't know what was happening; if a saint wanted to jump through space, he had to enter a dimensional space.

But Feng Lin didn't shatter the space.

Instead of attacking Zhuang Qingyan, Jin Futian, the Saint of the Sun Clan, attacked Cen Caixuan and the others.

Click!

Space shattered, and a giant hand that broke through the wall grabbed Cen Caixuan.

Just then, the shadowy figure transformed into Feng Lin. Feng Lin conjured a long sword in his fingers and cleaved through space with a single strike, severing Jin Futian's arm.

Jin Futian was taken aback, not expecting that there would be another saint.

"Who are you? Do you intend to collude with the Nine Nether Clan?"

Jin Futian stepped out of the space and stared at Feng Lin, asking a question.

Feng Lin raised his hand, and a giant bow and arrow appeared beside him.

call out!
Arrows with four-colored arrowheads hurtled towards Jin Futian.

Jin Futian sneered. He raised his hand, and a terrifying golden light enveloped everything in his sight.

But it couldn't affect the arrow that had been launched.

The arrow pierced through all of Jin Futian's defenses, and Jin Futian's eyes widened in shock when he saw this.

His years of combat experience allowed him to immediately tell that this arrow was extraordinary.

He immediately shattered the space and entered a dimensional space to hide.

However, something shocking happened: the arrow seemed to have eyes, and it shattered space as well.

Within the dimensional space, a bowl-sized hole was pierced through his body.

Jin Futian immediately ascended, but discovered that he could not heal his wounds.

He was terrified. It was too scary. Who was this person who could inflict such severe damage on him?

He immediately broke through space, used spatial jump to escape to a hundred kilometers away, and then broke through space again.

Even as he fled, he continued to channel his inner energy into his wounds. Finally, the hole in front of him was repaired. He was drenched in sweat; it was terrifying.

With just one attack, he lost nearly one-fifth of his Qi.

Does that mean that I will run out of Qi after being attacked five times?

Jin Futian couldn't believe it. He had lost a full fifth of his strength. Thinking about it carefully, he realized that he hadn't used up that much energy in at least several hundred years.

……

at the same time.

Zhuang Qingyan's battle also ended. Of the six Saints who came, Zhuang Qingyan dealt with three of them.

Three escaped.

As for Jin Futian, the saint of the Sun Clan, he originally came to take sides and persuade Zhuang Qingyan to release the three saints.

In the end, he ran away on his own.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Mountains returned to their former tranquility.

Feng Lin knew that many sages in the distance were silently watching this direction.

However, judging from the current situation, they probably don't intend to take action.

Feng Lin then approached the corpses of the three saints and had the Ash Saint Gu devour them.

The Ash Saint Gu is currently unable to completely devour it, however, it has evolved a brand new ability.

That is storage. Things that cannot be consumed can be temporarily stored and used up slowly later.

Therefore, all three saints in front of them were stored and taken away by the Ash Saint Gu.

Even a corpse possesses immense power, as long as it is a saint.

For example, the heart of a saint, no matter how many years after death, can still generate terrifying power if activated.

So far, the Ash Saint Gu has absorbed several saints, and it is unknown what level it will evolve to in the future.

Feng Lin then returned to Zhuang Qingyan's side and sat on a rock.

"What happens next?"

Feng Lin looked at Zhuang Qingyan and asked.

"If nothing unexpected happens, these few saints who escaped will go looking for those top races, such as those who once sat on the throne of gods."

Zhuang Qingyan took a puff of his pipe, "Or we could go directly to the Queen Mother of the West and have her unite with many sages to attack us."

"I found that the saint from the Sun Clan is nothing to fear."

Feng Lin's current thinking is very simple: to judge a person's strength, just look at whether he can block his arrows.

Only by blocking this attack can Feng Lin take it seriously.

"The Sun Clan is indeed a powerful race, but they have never ascended to godhood, and they are still a bit lacking compared to true masters."

Zhuang Qingyan smiled and explained, "Just wait and see. I can tell you that there are definitely experts in the Divine Realm, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

Upon hearing this, Feng Lin nodded slightly.

"I wonder how the others are doing."

As he spoke, he connected his gaze with his clones to see where they had all gone.

Now, he can be said to have reached the point where he knows everything happening in the world without leaving his home.

……

The matter of the Nine Nether Clan has caused a sensation throughout our hometown in a short period of time.

A woman from the Nine Nether Clan killed three of the six Saints she faced.

This is a once-in-a-millennium event for the divine land.

Adding to the one that the Nine Nether Clan killed before, she alone has killed four Saints.

The island of the Queen Mother of the West's tribe was overcrowded, and several saints came to visit.

At the same time, Luo Shenyan and Gu Xun also arrived here. (End of this chapter)