Soon, a group of eight of them rushed to Han Feng's side, surrounded him, and were about to raise their weapons to attack.
Han Feng didn't take action to kill them, he just released a burst of spiritual pressure, causing them to stop suddenly. They fell to the ground as if they were burdened, unable to move anymore.
Han Feng stepped past them, bypassed them, and ran out.
"Who is he? Why doesn't he kill us?" After a while, the group recovered and started talking among themselves.
Some of them turned around and looked around, but they could see Han Feng's presence everywhere, only endless killings.
Not long after, dozens of monks from Wicheng rushed over and surrounded and suppressed the eight of them.
For a time, this place became a battlefield for Shura. The fight was inextricable and blood spilled on the ground.
Han Feng was extremely fast. He walked across most of the battlefield and encountered a lot of fighting scenes on the way. Most of them were monks in the Qizang realm fighting. There were very few returnees. Maybe they were not on the ground. The war started because Han Feng was attacked by a wave of returnees halfway. They flew down from the air. There were three of them. As soon as they arrived, they used their strongest moves, and a large number of strange lights rushed towards them. .
If they were ordinary Guiyuan monks, they would probably be in trouble, but what kind of person is Han Feng? Even if he doesn't use the strength of the Dragon Subduing Realm and the Crystal Transformation Realm, he can sweep them away with the power of the fake elixir alone.
He glanced at the three of them, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of sun power spurted out and turned into a large sea of red fire, which directly engulfed their attack and disappeared with them.
"Hey, you are so wasteful. You should leave it to me to deal with. Although they are just three ordinary returning little guys, they are still flesh and blood after all!" Spear sighed.
Han Feng was extremely angry at that time, and directly slashed it with the Seven-Colored Mysterious Soul Sword, causing it to grunt in pain, and immediately became honest and did not dare to say anything.
This was the result of Han Feng's unintentional attempt. The old demon was indeed afraid of his seven-color soul power, especially the form condensed with the Mysterious Soul Sword. Every time he struck it, it was painful.
At this time, Han Feng was only twenty or thirty miles away from the gate of Wancheng.
But at this moment, light burst out from the surrounding ruins, and brilliant beams of light shot out, condensing into a ball ten feet above his head, and instantly formed a purple light shield, trapping him.
"Boy, we have been watching you for a long time. You are not a member of our Rogue Cultivator Alliance. You have killed so many of our brothers along the way. You should die!" A burly man suddenly appeared from the northeast and raised his hand. With a wave, seven monks quickly appeared in other directions.
As soon as they came out, they immediately floated in mid-air, holding various elements in their hands, and quickly injected the power of true energy into the purple light shield, making it shine with radiance and power.
Han Feng remained motionless and allowed them to toss around. He discovered that the purple light shield seemed to form a Bagua array, which was quite powerful. It was comparable to the ultimate attack power that an ordinary monk in the fake elixir realm could achieve.
After two or three breaths, the formation reached its strongest state, forming a terrifying force that suppressed Han Feng, but he did not react at all.
"The information is wrong, this guy is definitely not a Guiyuan Realm monk!" A woman in green clothes from the northwest exclaimed.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's notify the superiors immediately!" The man in the northeast immediately took out a token and was about to pass the message to others.
But at this moment, Han Feng made a move, which was to simply punch out, the Tyrant Fist.
The power of the fist shot out into the sky and suddenly exploded. The purple light shield immediately burst open like an egg, and the terrifying power spread out, drowning the eight of them in an instant.
None of the eight of them could resist at all, and all their defenses were broken by this punch. The eight of them instantly turned into a ball of blood mist, and then were annihilated by flying ashes. What was even more terrifying was that all their belongings were taken with them. The rings were broken and everything disappeared together.
However, Han Feng didn't feel any distress at all. He walked away very quickly and was far away from here in a few flashes.
After a while, he successfully returned to the city gate, but now there were no city walls in this area. They had all collapsed, broken eaves and broken walls could be seen everywhere, corpses were lying around, blood was splashing around, and the smell was extremely fishy.
Han Feng glanced at them and found that most of them were just mortals, or ordinary warriors, not monks. He did not expect that war would be inevitable for everyone.
He felt a little emotional, but he didn't stop and crossed over directly to leave this disabled city.
His speed became faster and faster, and after half a quarter of an hour, he was completely far away from the area of Waicheng. Then he rose into the air, turned into a stream of light and flew out, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye, without a trace.
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Not long after Han Feng completely left Wei City, the fighting over the city suddenly stopped, and more than a dozen figures with majestic auras stood high in the sky like mountains.
Their soul powers were intersecting, constantly colliding with brilliant fire, as if they were discussing something intensely.
After a long time, they stopped communicating, and their breaths gradually calmed down, as if they had agreed on something.
"Sect Master Liu, please!" Among the group of people standing in the east direction, a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and temples said.
With that said, he led the group of them to swoop down first and return to the White Fang Tower.
A white-haired young man standing on the west side smiled faintly, followed by eight people behind him, and came to the vicinity of the White Fang Tower.
The handsome man with sword-shaped eyebrows waved a series of spells and injected them into the White Fang Tower, causing a door to open in the middle.
This door is several feet in size, with wisps of crystal light emitting from it, and its aura is not weaker than that of an ordinary pill-forming old monster.
"The Jasper Qingyuan Tea Tree is inside. I hope Huang Yilong has joined forces with it to deal with the traitor." The handsome man with sword-shaped eyebrows said and walked into the door first.
"How is this going!"
Suddenly, the handsome man's scream sounded inside.
Others looked sideways and hurriedly stepped into it, only to see that the so-called Jasper Qingyuan tea tree below had completely lost its spirituality, its branches and leaves were broken, and it was completely withered.
The six alchemy old monsters in the Loose Cultivator Alliance all had cold faces, and their faces were so gloomy that they could drip with water.
Just a while ago, they were in emergency response to Liuyun Sect's general attack. They all mobilized and did not pay attention to this side.
Of course, the main reason is that they feel that this place is extremely safe. With Huang Yilong guarding it, the strength of the Jasper Qingyuan Tea Tree itself, and the help of the White Fang Tower, let alone a monk in the early stage of pill formation, even a strong man in the late stage of pill formation can come in. Come in and it's enough to last for a long time.
