Han Feng was secretly worried, worried that the opponent could come back. He had experience with these old demons and knew that these guys had very powerful back-ups and had to guard against them.
Sure enough, just another quarter of an hour later, the sneer of Lord Nether Dragon came from the black light. The aura escaping became more and more terrifying, and the space began to creak and rattle.
The layer of white light surrounding him actually had cracks, as if it was about to be opened by something. Han Feng was frightened when he saw it, and he quickly communicated with the residual talisman, prompting it to increase its efforts to suppress the opponent.
However, the remnant talisman did not move. It was just silently absorbing the original power of the surrounding heaven and earth to repair the branch line. However, without the injection of the original soul power of Lord Nether Dragon, the gap in its branch line was very difficult to heal. It took only a cup of tea. Only five or six gaps have been restored, and not even a branch line has been repaired.
At this moment, the black light suddenly emitted wisps of blood-colored light, passing through the obstruction of the white light of the remaining talisman, and condensed into a figure in the air, the whole body was red, and the muscles and bones emerged, as if it was reorganizing the body.
When Han Feng saw this, his eyes were full of surprise. He didn't care so much. He immediately raised the broken sword, struck out a sword light, and attacked from a distance, trying to prevent the opponent from taking shape.
It's a pity that when the sword light he fired reached the bloody figure, it was blocked by an inexplicable invisible force. With a muffled bang, the sword light shattered and turned into nothing. It was not even within three feet of the opponent. Unable to get close.
Han Feng did not give up and continued to attack with all his strength, but after a while, it was still to no avail and did not cause any harm to Lord Minglong.
After dozens of breaths, the bloody figure in the sky finally took shape, turning into a handsome young man with a slender figure and eight feet tall.
A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth was gathering towards him, condensing into a ball of dazzling light that surrounded him. It was so dazzling that he looked like a god!
He opened his blue eyes, stared at Han Feng, and smiled calmly: "Boy, I have to thank you. Without the pressure brought by the ancestral talisman on me, I might not be able to successfully complete the art of returning to my origin."
Han Feng said nothing, raised his head slightly to look at him, and smiled coldly.
"Hmph, boy, you can go die!" Lord Minglong saw Han Feng's expression and was extremely angry. He immediately swooped down and activated the original power of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles, turning it into a big sword and spreading out It emitted endless light, colorful, and rumbled towards Han Feng.
Han Feng's face was expressionless. Even if he wanted to dodge, he was unable to do so. At this moment, he was still imprisoned in place by the residual talisman, motionless, as if he was about to suffer death.
But the remnant talisman naturally would not let it go. Layers of white light spread out like flowers in full bloom, forming shield-like protection in the air in an instant.
"Boom boom boom..."
The next moment, there was a loud roar, and all the white light shields were unable to withstand the slashes of the big sword. They were in a state of defeat, and one white light shield after another shattered and turned into nothing.
Obviously, at this moment, his strength is the true strength of the psychic realm. He can mobilize the original power of heaven and earth at will, communicate with heaven and earth, and has almost endless spiritual energy to use. He can always maintain the strongest combat power and launch the strongest attack!
Seeing that the big sword was about to hit Han Feng's body, at this moment, the remaining talisman in the depths of Han Feng's soul sea suddenly moved slightly, and a mysterious force spread out, and Han Feng's entire body suddenly became insubstantial. As if integrated into the space, the sword passed by without hurting him at all.
"Huh? Where are you hiding? Come out to me!" Venerable Minglong raised his right hand, and the big sword in the air immediately hovered, overflowing with coercion, suppressing a radius of hundreds of miles, and the space was completely Being frozen, no matter how fast you are, you can't escape.
His eyes flashed with blue light, communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing bursts of light to shine in all directions. Mirror-like discs appeared in the sky, reflecting the surrounding sky, as if they were exploring everything.
However, after a while, no trace of Han Feng could be found.
"Hmph, do you think you can avoid disaster by hiding in the dimensional space? Let you see my true strength!" Lord Minglong clenched his hands, moved his ten fingers together, and shot out a series of magic formulas, suspended in the air. The light mirror in the sky began to emit beams of light, immediately penetrating a large space, and loud noises could be heard one after another.
After a while, the space where Han Feng was located completely collapsed and turned into nothingness. The power of space raged in all directions, shaking the sky and the earth.
But Han Feng was safe and sound, because the small worlds transformed from the talisman behind him protected him from any damage.
Seeing that he could not find any trace of Han Feng, Master Minglong was shocked and angry, and shouted coldly: "Since you don't come out, then I can leave. The fact that you have the ancestral talisman will soon be known to the whole world. Let’s see how you end up then!”
"Sure, I was threatened by him." Han Feng thought to himself, "If he really spreads the word, many people will believe it based on his status. At that time, he will become the enemy of the world. Any powerful person or sect will regard me as fat, and there is no guarantee that some powerful people will not take away everything they have!"
Han Feng had been worried that the old demon in the secret realm would leak everything about him before, but the other party had always had other intentions and tried to take everything for himself, and did not spread the information that he had such a magical object. That's why he has been able to escape so far.
Of course, it was also because the old demon had not yet returned to his previous strength after seizing the body, and he did not have the corresponding right to speak, so he did not dare to speak nonsense, otherwise he would have to be found out and suffer the same fate.
Now, this dark dragon has learned his biggest secret again. How could Han Feng not be in a hurry? If he couldn't help himself at this moment, he would have already rushed out and started fighting with the opponent desperately.
At this moment, Lord Minglong looked around and saw that Han Feng still hadn't appeared. His eyes flashed and he said coldly: "Other strong men might covet your ancestral talisman, but I don't care. Let all the strong men come to you and see how you deal with it!"
After saying this, he turned around and left without any hesitation.
Han Feng became anxious. At this moment, Remnant Fu seemed to sense his thoughts, and a white light flashed, making his body emerge from nothingness.
Lord Minglong sneered, turned around suddenly, stared at Han Feng, looked up and down, and said: "A person who knows the current affairs is a hero. If you hand over the ancestral talisman, I will let you go!"
"Hmph, didn't you say you're not interested in the ancestral talisman?!" Han Feng snorted coldly and asked.
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