The demon monk took a breath and looked at Han Feng with a deep look. The seal in his hand suddenly changed, and he shouted coldly: "Explode!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the almost disabled dagger flashed with light, runes appeared, violent energy rushed out, and exploded in an instant.
"Boom..."
The terrifying energy swept across the entire area, and Han Feng was the first to bear the brunt. He was completely submerged and could not be seen.
Not only that, the three people nearby were also affected, including the demon monk. However, he was prepared and retreated immediately. Although his face was as pale as paper, his life was not in danger.
The other two people were caught off guard, and their blood surged from the impact. They opened their mouths and vomited a mouthful of blood. However, after setting up layers of defenses, they still escaped without damaging their foundations.
The various weapons condensed by that spiritual thing were also quickly annihilated in this big explosion, turned into fragrance, dissipated, and could never be condensed back again.
"Huh, let's see if you die this time?!" The demon monk took out a large amount of pills and drank them, while looking at the center of the explosion, he whispered weakly.
But the moment he finished speaking, a white sword light suddenly flew out from there. It was as bright as a star and as fast as lightning. A deep ravine was opened in the void, and it was extremely dark. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of him. .
"ah……"
He panicked, shouted, and tried his best to move the flag above his head, releasing a more powerful blue light curtain, trying to resist the white sword light.
It's a pity that the blue light curtain he laid was like paper. It was pierced by the white sword light in an instant. The white sword light slashed on his body, and his skin and flesh were immediately torn apart. Even if he had the body of a demon, it was of no avail. It broke in an instant, splitting it in half, spilling blood on the ground and scattering life in all directions.
The light in the center of the previous explosion dissipated at this moment, revealing a figure, which was Han Feng.
His body was shining with golden light, and there was a vague golden dragon wrapped around him, swimming around. Judging from his condition, he seemed to be intact and had not suffered any damage.
He was holding the broken sword in his hand at this time, with white light shining and the sword's aura overwhelming. It was obvious that he was the one who sent out the blow just now, killing the demon monk in one move.
There was silence in the venue. No one dared to snatch the storage ring of the demon monk. They were obviously restrained by Han Feng's power and did not dare to act rashly and secretly walked forward.
Han Feng took one step forward and arrived at the place where the demon monk died in a few blinks. He took a photo and put his storage ring into his bag. Then with a thought, he released a big fireball and destroyed it. The two halves of the body were burned to ashes.
Han Feng looked around at the group of monks, causing them to lower their heads, not daring to look at him.
Han Feng smiled faintly, turned around and walked away, continuing to walk towards the sand pillar.
The group of monks looked at each other in confusion. Seeing that Han Feng had gone away, they started again and followed him from a distance. Obviously they still didn't want to give up. Maybe Han Feng and the spiritual creature were both injured, and then their chance would come. Or Gain two trophies, why not.
Not long after, Han Feng finally came to the bottom of the sand pillar, about ten feet away, stood still and observed silently.
He couldn't move forward for the time being, because there was an invisible barrier here, and as soon as he got close, he was stopped by an inexplicable force.
He raised his hand and clenched his fist, but couldn't break it open with several Tyrant punches. He knew he couldn't act recklessly, so he stood still and thought for a while, then walked around the sand pillar, quietly thinking about countermeasures. .
Not long after, the monks from behind also came here. They were also unable to break through this invisible barrier, but they felt relieved. As long as Han Feng couldn't get in, they would still have a chance.
"No wonder the Golden Scorpion King is not worried at all that we will snatch this spiritual object away. It turns out that there are unique restrictions here!" A monk from the Feather Fairy Sect murmured to himself.
"Yes, the range of this restriction is not large, but it is indestructible. In my estimation, without the joint attack of many half-step psychics, we will not be able to successfully break through!" Another monk from Yuxian Sect nodded, deeply Said with approval.
As for those demons, they stood far away, facing this barrier and launching attacks relentlessly. However, they used all kinds of methods, but to no avail. They only made bursts of muffled sounds and flickered lights. .
Han Feng didn't stop them either, as he could use their power to observe the changes in this barrier.
As a tenth-level talisman master, his soul power realm has been promoted to the late stage of crystallization during this period, and he has a beyond-ordinary understanding of the existence of forbidden magic circles. However, after looking at it for a long time, he was still full of doubts. There are still many problems that need to be solved one by one.
He frowned, circling around in circles from time to time, studying over and over again.
At this time, the weapons condensed from the epiphyllum-shaped spiritual thing at the top of the sand pillar became more dense, overwhelming, and kept attacking, but they were blocked by him one by one without any interference.
The group of monks from the human and demon tribes did not dare to take action against him, not to mention that they had to devote their energy to dealing with the weapons from all directions. There were constant roars all around.
Han Feng gradually became immersed in this kind of research. He kept circling around this dozens of feet long circle as if no one else was around. From time to time he would blast out a Tyrannical Fist to feel its energy changes.
Not long after, only three or four quarters of an hour, Han Feng's brows slowly relaxed.
"So that's it, what a wonderful work of nature!" Han Feng suddenly showed a smile of joy on his face. While running the Soul Refining Diamond Art in his body, a golden dragon coiled outside his body, blocking all kinds of weapons pouring down from the sky. He clasped his hands together, By constantly kneading, mysterious talismans emerged out of thin air, and then like butterflies, slowly rushed into the membrane, flickered slightly, and disappeared, like water droplets merging into the sea, without even a bubble emerging.
But after he invested hundreds of talismans, the invisible barrier began to appear with layers of ripples of light, like fish scales, one after another, densely packed.
The group of monks were shocked, obviously not expecting Han Feng to have this ability.
"Who is this guy? His strength is unfathomable, and he is actually an array master. Has our Yuxian Sect ever had such a number one figure?" The monks of the Yuxian Sect whispered.
"Perhaps he is a disciple of the secret sect? None of those monsters can be deduced by common sense!" Someone murmured in reply.
The demon monks also stared at Han Feng with twinkling eyes. If they were not afraid of his fighting power, the three of them would have taken the opportunity to besiege him. After all, he had just killed one of their companions.
