According to the Convention, the twin fruits of Tibet must be within a kilometer.

When he arrived at the location where the fruits were excavated, Lin Feng's face sank.

At first, he thought that with his powerful mind, as long as the ground fruits have not been picked, they can be easily found. However, I didn't expect that the death spirit in such a range has reached the level of condensation. The mind can't peep at all. It can only be looked for carefully with a pair of eyes.

The range of one kilometer is not big, but if you just rely on a pair of eyes to find it, it's more difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"This is the only way!"

Lin Feng said to himself, sniffing deeply.

In this case, it is better to rely on smell than on one pair of eyes. With his sensitivity to the taste of Xianbao, he can hope for more.

In this way, the forest peak kept sniffing deeply, bit by bit, searching for the location of the buried fruits, a kilometer away.

The breath of death, which has reached the condensation level, also interferes with the sense of smell greatly. After nearly two hours, it's just a general place to search.

"Only half is left..."

Lin Feng's steps stopped for a moment.

In words, there are some irresistible worries.

Although the current location, the distance of a kilometer, is still half the size, but the kind of worry that comes out of my heart has begun to become strong.

Especially as time goes on, the area continues to shrink, and that kind of worry soars to a new height.

"Madre, another twin fruit, it should not be. It has already been overtaken by others!"

Half of the remaining area, and half of the past, Lin Feng's face has become ever ugly.

However, after a whisper, he soon recovered.

With his strong sense of smell, Lin Feng continued to step into the last quarter of the area.

One fifth, one sixth, one seventh.

One eighth, one ninth, one tenth.

When only the last tenth of the area was left, Lin Feng's heart was almost in despair.

However, at this time, a familiar breath was clearly sniffed into his nose by Lin Feng.

"It's the fruit of the earth!"

After a breath time, Linfeng can fully confirm that such a familiar breath must be the fruit of Tibet.

However, when his steps just step forward, a voice of surprise has come from the position of the breath.

"No wonder, under the cover of the dew of death, the smell of medicine can be released. It turned out to be such a treasure!"

After such a exclamation, several identical exclamations were heard, followed by:

"the fruit of Tibet, which is about to mature!"

"Even in kunxu, Xianbao is a rare treasure. Among the many different kinds of Xianbao, Xianbao is the most rare one. The ability to enhance the realm with the fruits of the earth is far more precious and rare than the immortal treasure that generally promotes the realm! "

"There was a rumor before that a golden elixir, with a mature fruit, directly broke through to Yuanying Dacheng!"

About a hundred meters away, several people gathered in front of a fruit tree the size of a bonsai kumquat.

On such a fruit tree, there is a black fruit, just like being dyed with ink. But on such a black fruit, just like being dyed with ink, there is a strong aura.

"Depending on the situation, it will be fully mature in another month at most."

The first middle-aged person to speak, after a careful look, continued.

"Are we here? When the ground fruits are ripe, they can be picked and sent back to Shifu? "

Another young man, questioning eyes, fell on the middle-aged.

"The abyss of the dead is shrouded in a thick breath of death all the year round. In one year, except for these two months, there is no way to enter at all. Even if the realm reaches the extreme of Yuanying, if you intrude without permission, you will be directly corroded to death in an instant. If we stay here all the time, if anyone finds out, it's inevitable to have a conflict. The weak are OK, but if we meet the strong, "another young man"

has different opinions on this.

"That's right. We can't wait. Although the effect of the immature fruit is much worse, it's better than being found by the strong and snatching it from under our eyes."

After a moment's meditation, the middle-aged man said that he was about to pick the fruits. He was only one month away from the last time, and he was about to fully mature the fruits.

"Stop!"

Linfeng step out, people have come to a number of people.The cold voice, like the sound of thunder, exploded.

Even the air of death, which has already been revealed, has been broken and opened into huge holes. Between the billows of the air, it is like being baptized by an artillery fire.

"Who?"

The middle-aged people who want to pick immature fruits only feel that the whole spirit is trembling slightly under the sound of thunder.

Give up the fruit near the ground and back in a hurry.

"It's a good thing to arrive in time, or such a fruit will be almost ruined by you!"

Forest peak block in front of the ground store fruit, the heart has a lingering fear of the inverted intake air conditioning.

At that moment, if he comes late for a while and keeps a good fruit, he will be buried by several people in front of him.

It seems that there is only one month left for such a fruit to mature, but if it is picked now, its effect will be greatly reduced, less than one third of a real mature fruit.

"What kind of strong man do I think I'm coming from? I didn't expect that it's just the top realm of Jindan!"

The middle-aged man stared at Lin Feng for a vigilant look, and then turned down a smile.

Only from the momentum of the voice of thunder, let him subconsciously think that the strength of the newcomer is extremely strong.

But I didn't expect that it was just a young man with only golden elixir.

"It's just the highest level of Jindan. I dare to come here and rob the fruits. I will take your life first, so that you don't walk out with the news of the fruits."

Said the middle-aged man, and went straight.

"Wow..."

Under the control of Xianfa, the breath of death between the heaven and the earth, even with the middle-aged fingers in the middle of the air, in front of and behind the forest peak, condensed into two huge walls.

The huge wall formed by the condensation of death gas can feel the terrible hardness when you look at it, as if such two walls are the hardest thing between heaven and earth.

In particular, the moment when the two walls are squeezed towards the center, the tremendous sense of power released by them is even more terrible.

It seems that as long as it is squeezed by them, all things in the world will be smashed in an instant. Even the most hard meteorite in the world cannot resist it.

"Elder martial brother, it's half a baby. This kid is finished."

"He came to make up his mind about the hidden fruits we found. He has survived."

Several young people, only think that the middle-aged people will soon take the life of Lin Feng.

However, it's hard to know that Lin Feng's cultivation realm at the top of the golden elixir and the realm of "five elements of immortality, medium quality and small success" are not inferior even to the elders who reach the realm of "Yuan Ying's small success" in the top ten inner gates.

It's just a half step to the realm of Yuanying, and it's not vulnerable at all.

"Too weak!"

Facing the two extruded walls, Lin Feng stood still and let the two walls devour him.

"Ha ha, this boy is dead!"

"You dare to come here to rob things, which is just the peak of Jindan. It's too long for you!"

In the middle-aged as the first few people excited and arrogant shouting, two walls condensed by the breath of death exploded.

"Bang!"

The air of death is flying, and Lin Feng is still standing in place intact.

Not to mention being crushed and destroyed, even the body has not been damaged at all.

"What!!!"

There were other young people in the middle age, whose faces suddenly changed.

"Run!"

After the first reaction, several people turned around and ran.

Regardless of Lin Feng's cultivation realm, they are not rivals just by ignoring the physical strength of middle-aged people's attack.

"Imprisonment!"

At the moment when Lin Feng's body was integrated into the whole world, a large area nearby was under the control of the body.

With the breath of death in the air, the middle-aged people who fled and several other young people were trapped in the same place as the swamp. No matter how hard they struggle, they can't get rid of the shackles of death.

"To die!"

In the palm of Lin Feng's hand, a golden flame is burning: "the void is burning, the golden flame is burning."

A few pinkies, a few strands of gold flame, into a golden Mandala, toward the middle-aged led by a number of people to fly.

Gold flame Datura flowers into the body, but after a few breaths, several people are burned to ashes.

As the breeze blows, it dissipates as if it had never appeared.

"Their worries are not unreasonable. Although there are few people who know that there are gems in the earth, when the abyss of the dead opens, there will be many people searching for them."

"In a month, it's hard to avoid being found here. If the weak are OK, otherwise, with their current state, once they meet the strong one who reaches Yuanying's success, they can only escape!""Moreover, the time limit for locking the demon tower is only the last month. It will take a while to refine and ripen the fruits. The only way is to transplant them into the sumina ring, and then use some other means to ripen the fruits in advance."

Between Lin Feng's thoughts, the confinement of integrating his body into one world has been lifted.

The vast power of Xianyuan is coming out. It is necessary to wrap the whole tree and transplant it into the xumina ring.

"It's too easy to take the fruits from the ground."

However, at this time, a cold roar came from far to near.

At the same time, there is a violent force, sweeping the sky.

"Boom!"

The power of such a force is terrible. Just the raging Qi force is enough to destroy mountains and cut off rivers.

Even now, if Linfeng is completely hit by this force, it will inevitably suffer heavy losses.