After a while, the storm finally stopped.
In the distance, the white light converged, and Han Feng landed on the ground calmly. Looking forward, he saw a large number of fist marks appearing on the surface of the giant tripod. Although they were not deep, they were still surprising. At this moment, it It shrunk on its own, becoming only about ten feet in size, and became dim, as if it had suffered a huge blow.
Long Yulan's face was pale, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his expression was a little stiff.
"Click..."
Cracks suddenly began to appear on his body, flashing out one after another, blood bursting out, and exploding without any warning, with flesh, blood, and bones flying everywhere, which was horrifying.
Han Feng stepped forward to the broken pieces of Long Yulan's body. He ignored the Eight Dragon Giant Cauldron and immediately found the other party's storage ring and quickly put it into his bag.
"ah……"
The people who followed Long Yulan were terrified. At first they were dumbfounded. When one of the beautiful-looking women shouted, they turned around and ran down the mountain in panic, wishing they could escape with their wings.
Han Feng sneered, and he crossed more than a hundred feet with his feet. He spread out at great speed and caught up with a man with sword-shaped eyebrows in his temples in just a short time. He was so frightened that he turned around in a hurry, swung a big sword to slash at him, and exploded. There was a frightening cold light, and snowflakes began to appear in the area more than ten feet away, whistling and rolling back toward Han Feng.
The sword light is like snow, and the chill is overwhelming!
Unfortunately, in front of Han Feng, none of these had any effect. His whole body was flashing with a dazzling white light. He reached out and passed through the sword light and snowflakes as if he didn't see it. He grabbed the opponent's sword, twisted it suddenly, and directly knocked it out. Twist off.
The man was horrified and hurriedly let go of the hilt of the sword. Just as he was about to abandon the sword and flee, Han Feng approached him and punched him through the chest. The bright white light tore it into pieces, leaving him dead without a burial place.
This process is a long story, from the time they fled to the death of this person, it only took one or two breaths.
Han Feng killed one man, turned his eyes to another man, and pursued him without saying a word.
Half a quarter of an hour later, as the last long-haired woman screamed, all four of Long Yulan's followers were killed, and none of them were killed by Han Feng.
Han Feng showed no mercy at all, because he knew that if he lost in the duel with Long Yulan, these people would never let him go, and would also spare no effort to pursue him.
What's more, these people saw him kill Long Yulan with their own eyes, so they had to eliminate the root cause, lest the information be exposed and attract more disciples of the Yuxian Sect to come and besiege him.
"I killed so many disciples of the four major sects in that secret world. Most of the news has been leaked, but why didn't these sects cause trouble for me?" Han Feng was puzzled.
In fact, what he doesn't know is that there are as many disciples of the four major sects as there are crucian carp crossing the river. If they are not core figures or direct disciples with a large background, if they encounter unexpected events outside, they will not be able to attract the attention of their senior officials. Moreover, the four major sects relied on their identities. Even if they knew that Han Feng had killed their disciples in the secret realm, they would probably not deal with Han Feng in the name of the sect. At most, the fallen disciple's new friends would choose to take revenge in private. The Grand Canyon of Death is so big, and the monks who come in are so numerous, it is difficult for them to bump into each other by such a coincidence.
Han Feng then pocketed the storage rings of Long Yulan's followers one by one, and after cremating them one by one, he returned to the eight-dragon giant cauldron, injected his true energy and tried to drive it, but it failed. can succeed. He looked carefully and couldn't find a way to drive it.
He thought for a while and took out Long Yulan's storage ring. After refining it, he released his soul power and penetrated it. After searching it, he found that in addition to the considerable wealth inside, he could not find anything related to activating the Eight Dragons. Something like Juding's secret book.
"Forget it, put it away first and let's talk about it later when we have the opportunity!" Han Feng had a second thought and had no choice but to put it into the storage ring.
After doing all this, he turned to look at the foggy area above, where dazzling thunder and lightning still flashed from time to time, illuminating one side. Those spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses were still not afraid of the chopping of thunder and lightning, absorbing a large amount of the glorious light protected by them. The lightning fragments blocked shone brightly.
Han Feng's eyes were a little fiery. If it hadn't been for the benefit of these thunder and lightning quenching bodies in the previous hour or two, his strength would never have improved so quickly. Facing Long Yulan who had the Eight Dragon Giant Cauldron, he might not have been able to do so. Easy to defeat, even kill.
"What a magical place!" Han Feng couldn't help but admire, but he also knew that this place should be artificially arranged, setting up formations, and cultivating these spiritual creatures with the help of the thunder of heaven and earth.
"Probably a powerful person, but why was it abandoned here? Could it be that this place has suffered disasters like the previous secret realm?" Han Feng thought about many unrelated things.
"Forget it, the opportunity is rare, I'd better seize the time to go in and temper my body with thunder!" Han Feng laughed, shook his head, and immediately rushed in, continuing to temper his body with the help of those thunder and lightning.
When Han Feng rushed into the thunder and lightning area to temper his body, more and more monks were coming from all directions at the foot of this giant mountain. There were three or four hundred of them, and the number was still increasing.
As a result, many conflicts broke out before these people climbed the mountain, with swords flying, swords flashing, explosions ringing in the sky, and gravel flying everywhere.
Among them, there was a group of people who were invincible and took the lead. They were the first to break out of the melee circle and rushed into the maze of huge rocks, disappearing without a trace.
"Which sect are the disciples of that group of people just now? They are so strong!" someone sighed.
"They are nothing, they just rely on the talismans on their bodies. If I have a few talismans in hand, I can still be invincible!" Someone criticized.
"I know which sect they are disciples of!" Someone suddenly shouted from behind: "It seems to be a small sect called Sanyemen, a small sect of the Eastern Seven Branches."
"Never heard of it!" Many people curled their lips.
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Time is like water, and three or four hours have passed before I knew it.
Han Feng experienced no less than a hundred thunder and lightning strikes. When he felt that he could no longer bear it, he quickly withdrew. Although he had been tempered so many times, he still could not completely spread the white light throughout his body and cover his entire head. , at this moment, it only touched the area below the eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he could not cross this step.
As for the thirteenth meridian in his body, only one-third of it was opened, and it became weak, making it difficult to advance further.
"Is my body already saturated with lightning and unable to absorb its power? Has my cultivation reached a bottleneck?" Han Feng wondered and couldn't figure it out. In desperation, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and push deeper into the fog area to get close to it. In front of a purple-red spiritual flower.
