Han Feng's eyes lit up and he whispered to himself: "Sure enough, the formation eye is here, and it lives up to what I have learned!"
As he spoke, the colorful light between his brows flickered. He held the magic circle in his hand and quickly pushed forward. The seven-star sword slashed hard, breaking through seven or eight layers of light waves in an instant, even if there was a steady stream of light waves growing there. The light came out, but it couldn't resist the sharp edge of the seven-star sword.
It seemed that the sword of talisman light had just restrained it, and it was so powerful that it took just a breathless moment before the seven-star sword broke through all its defenses and slashed hard at the small area with a loud bang. Groups of fragmented residual light splashed up and scattered in all directions.
The golden threads surrounding him immediately turned into curls of smoke and dissipated, as if they had never appeared.
The surrounding clouds and mist shook violently, and an invisible wave spread outward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the seven-star sword also suddenly disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.
Han Feng let go of the magic formula in his hand and stood quietly for a while, seeming to be thinking about something.
His body suddenly crackled, his entire figure shrank rapidly, and his appearance completely changed.
When he thought about it, no matter whether it was useful or not, if he didn't show his true colors yet, there might be some unexpected surprises.
Then, he walked straight forward, and sure enough, he no longer had the same feeling of spinning around in place before, but the clouds and mist were still vast, and he couldn't get out even after walking for a full stick of incense.
He calculated silently and felt that he had climbed at least a distance of nearly a thousand feet. How vast the area shrouded in clouds and mist was!
Moreover, what surprised him even more was that the higher he climbed, the greater the pressure around him became. It was comparable to the gravity area around the Biluo Youshui Pond before, and even worse when he went to higher places.
With the strength of Han Feng's body, he had to slow down at this moment. He could only move forward half a foot in one step. Every time he lifted his feet, it was a huge burden, making his body glow slightly, and he struggled to maintain his short and lean body. appearance.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Feng finally walked slowly out of the clouds and came to a platform that looked like it was dug by man.
In the distance, there stands a majestic building, a palace with glazed green tiles, towering into the clouds, shining with a charming luster, and exuding an invisible momentum that suppresses all directions.
Under the main hall, three people were already standing, one of whom was an old acquaintance of Han Feng, Yan Yanfang. She is still bright and moving, and incomparably beautiful.
The other two are strangers. The one on the left wears a crown and is very majestic. He exudes a compelling aura all the time, shining around like a torch.
The one on the right is wearing ordinary clothes, but is made up of muscles. He is extremely majestic. His whole body seems to have endless strength, and there is a faint thunder and lightning, which bursts out from time to time, making a hissing sound.
Han Feng secretly guessed that the person on the right should be Lei Benyun. He was indeed very strong. There seemed to be even more terrifying power dormant in his body. The faint aura emanating from him made Han Feng feel frightened.
His arrival made the three people look back almost at the same time. The three of them had different expressions. The man on the left raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect another person to come up. What do you call me? "
"Lang Qing!" Han Feng looked calm and casually said a pseudonym.
"It turns out to be Brother Lang. My name is Li Xuanyuan. Come here quickly. The three of us have been here for a while. After thinking about it for a long time, we still couldn't find a way to open this palace door." Zuo Turning to the side, the man wearing a crown on his head cupped his hands and smiled.
Han Feng nodded, walked over calmly, and stood beside Yan Yanfang.
"I don't know what to call this fairy?" Han Feng turned to look at Yan Yanfang and said with a faint smile.
"Her name is Yan Yanfang." Li Xuanyuan interrupted immediately when he saw Yan Yanfang's cold expression.
"What about this eldest brother?" Han Feng didn't mind Yan Yanfang's attitude. He turned to Lei Benyun and asked knowingly.
"Lei Benyun." This time, it was not Li Xuanyuan who helped answer, but Lei Benyun who spoke on his own.
"Okay, okay, let's quickly find a way to open this door. As far as I know, this hall was the palace of Lord White Crocodile back then. Even if he has evacuated this place, there should still be something inside. A lot of good stuff. Not to mention anything else, just absorbing the remnant aura of the Venerable inside is enough to benefit us a lot." Li Xuanyuan said with a smile while stroking his palms.
"Fellow Daoist Lang, what's your clever plan?" Lei Benyun suddenly looked at Han Feng and asked.
"What clever idea can I have? How did I open it in previous years? Can I just use the previous method this year?" Han Feng said with a smile.
"Brother Lang, don't you know this?" Li Xuanyuan looked at Han Feng and said with a slight smile.
"Oh, is there any hidden secret? I'd like to hear the details." Han Feng said with his hands in hand.
"The gate of this hall changes every year. If you look closely, last year it was a picture of three dragons grabbing the pearl, but this year it is a sketch of a flying bird. Moreover, the frequency of light waves flowing on it is also different. ." Li Xuanyuan explained.
Han Feng used his eyesight and took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a bright light above the palace door, with a sketch of a flying bird with its mouth. The bird was like a roc, fluttering its wings and soaring high, holding a green jade-like plant in its mouth. Grass is so vivid.
"Have you ever tried to attack by force?" Han Feng asked with a flash of his eyes.
"Of course I have tried them all, but this palace door is unbreakable and we cannot break it open alone!" Li Xuanyuan said.
Han Feng spread his hands and said with a helpless smile: "If you can't break it, what can I do?"
"Hehe, that's not possible. I have a secret treasure called the Four Elephant Dragon Formation Disk. It requires four monks of comparable strength to use it." Li Xuanyuan suddenly smiled and said.
"Fellow Daoist Li, you didn't say anything about this just now?" Lei Benyun turned around and glanced at him, frowning slightly.
"Didn't Fellow Daoist Han not come before? There is one missing person, and the three of us can't do anything together, so let's not talk about it." Li Xuanyuan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Lei Benyun and Yan Yanfang couldn't help but look at Han Feng at the same time.
Han Feng pondered for a while, nodded, looked at Li Xuanyuan and said, "In that case, it's up to you, fellow Taoist Li, to get started."
Li Xuanyuan's face was filled with joy, and he quickly reached out and took out a disc-shaped cyan object from the storage ring. The brilliance converged, revealing its appearance, with four dragons and four elephants coiled around it, exuding a daunting aura.
Han Feng, Yan Yanfang and the other three people all looked a little surprised. Lei Benyun narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Is this a magic weapon-level existence?!"
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