Those light ribbons composed of countless insects flew towards them, covering a distance of tens of feet, but they covered it in the blink of an eye, and Han Feng was about to be overwhelmed by them.
At this moment, Han Feng's soul finally reacted. A light door quickly opened, and the milky white light spread out and condensed between his eyebrows, just like opening a third eye. The golden cicada flew out of the light door sleepily. The aura on its body immediately spread along the milky white light without any reservation. It seeped out from Han Feng's eyebrows and suddenly disturbed the insects.
They were only a few feet away from Han Feng originally, but under the influence of this aura, like ice and snow meeting red flames, all the light bands suddenly dispersed, and tens of thousands of red-armored insects fled, fearing to escape Less than that.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few rejuvenating elixirs and drank them. Instead of leaving, he quickly returned to the big tree in front while the breath of the golden cicada was still there. The corpse was already there. It was burned to ashes by the fireball, leaving only a spear and a storage ring.
Han Feng's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't see the spear before. It was hidden under the body. Now that the body was burned, it was revealed.
He released his true energy and absorbed them all from a distance of two to three feet. He did not refine and check them here, but turned around and left, disappearing quickly into the thick fog.
Another hour later, Han Feng had only moved forward twenty or thirty miles, because during this period, he encountered several waves of insect attacks, which greatly hindered his journey.
And these few times, no matter how he called on the residual talisman to release the golden cicada insects, there was no response. Fortunately, these waves of insects did not pursue them fiercely. After he killed less than half of them, he retreated.
In addition, he also encountered the corpses of many monks on the way, some of which were even eaten by insects and beasts, leaving only skeletons, which was too horrible to look at.
He did not take any kindness to collect their bones, lest he provoke any weird insects again. Of course, the main reason is that there are no storage rings or space storage bags on these corpses or skeletons, and most of them were taken away by other monks first.
He was a little depressed about this, but fortunately, he was not without gains along the way. The deeper he went, the richer the spiritual energy in the world became, and all kinds of spiritual materials emerged in endlessly, many of which he picked.
In fact, the waves of worms he encountered were caused by picking spiritual materials, otherwise these worms would not have rashly attacked him, a strong man. After all, the worms also have their own spirituality and can basically sense the strength of the monks. weak.
In just one hour, he picked spiritual materials worth nearly one million spiritual stones. No wonder Murong Can repeatedly emphasized that the admission ticket to the Grand Canyon of Death was definitely worth the money, and he was indeed honest.
With his route disrupted by insects again and again, Han Feng didn't know where he was at the moment. He could only rely on his memory to adjust his direction and walk forward through this extremely lush forest.
Time passed quickly, and more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Han Feng once again traveled thirty or forty miles and killed countless insect beasts before arriving here.
He stopped, took a breath, and looked up. The fog in front of him finally began to become thinner, and even the forest gradually became thinner, as if he was about to walk out.
Han Feng's face was slightly happy, but he was more vigilant. He knew that the closer to the destination, the higher the potential danger, and no one knew what would happen.
"Beep beep beep..."
Suddenly, a purple jade plaque on his waist rang.
This is a special jade plaque that Zilin gave him before. It is engraved with complicated patterns and is slightly shiny. It is said that anyone who holds the same jade plaque can send a message within a hundred miles.
Originally Han Feng didn't want it, but Zi Lin clearly said that if she didn't want this jade token, then cooperation would be out of the question, and she would choose to go to the location of the Earth Vein Spring alone.
Han Feng thought about it and felt that with his strength, even if Zilin had any conspiracy, he would not be afraid, so he agreed. Of course, apart from that, he also believed that Zilin was not that kind of person. He had no reason, just an intuition.
But after the two of them were separated, Han Feng tried many times to contact each other, but failed several times in the thick fog. Apparently blocked by the forbidden power, not only the soul power could not be spied on, but even transmitting information became a problem. A big problem.
Han Feng stretched out his hand to inject his energy and opened it. Sure enough, it was Zilin who had sent a message, saying that she had gone near the spring of earth veins and asked him to hurry over and join them.
He stopped and thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to create a seal and injected it into the purple jade card. Two spots, one red and one blue, immediately appeared on the purple jade card. Based on the principles Zi Lin said, he made a judgment and found out to his surprise. At this time, they were still more than ten miles away from each other. Although it was not extremely accurate, they could roughly tell the direction, and the closer they were, the better they could grasp each other's position. What he didn't know was that this purple jade tablet was a rare treasure, which was extremely valuable to the outside world and could not be obtained without tens or even millions of spiritual stones.
Han Feng was a little surprised, wondering why the distance was so huge. Just when he was about to run forward, a blue cold light suddenly shot out from the slanting thorn, flying through the air, triggering a series of hailstones that fell one after another.
Han Feng was horrified, clenched his fist, and immediately punched out. White light bloomed, and a fist shadow several feet in size rushed over with billowing air waves.
"Bang!"
The explosion spread, shaking the surrounding areas, energy overflowing, the mist dispersed, and the shadow of the fist and the cold light were both extinguished.
A figure flashed out from behind a big tree, only thirty or forty feet away from Han Feng. This person was a young man with a delicate face, dressed in blue, and with a powerful aura, no less powerful than Han Feng. As soon as he appeared, he strode over very fast. He rushed in front of Han Feng in the blink of an eye, and a large blue gun shadow hit him like a wave.
With a "pop" sound, Han Feng's body disappeared, but it was just an afterimage!
The next moment, Han Feng's body emerged from the side of the man, his hands flew up, and dozens of white light fists bombarded him without any mercy.
The man had no expression on his face and reacted quickly. He moved sideways in an instant and retreated several feet away. At the same time, he flicked his right hand and slashed his spear across. With a series of bang bang bang sounds, he perfectly blocked all Han Feng's attacks. Maimang, evenly matched.
Han Feng was not surprised at all. After all, the aura exuded by this man was far better than that of ordinary extreme people. He was really not a simple person.
He concentrated on dealing with it and mobilized all his energy to fight with it. There were explosions, and in a short time most of the surrounding trees of more than a hundred feet were destroyed, leaving a mess.
