Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and suddenly took action, pushing out the sword she had prepared. A green sword light appeared in an instant, directly piercing the opponent's talisman light, causing the newly restored vitality to collapse like an avalanche.
"ah……"
Long Miao screamed for a while, then stopped abruptly and fell completely.
"Sister, take his body away quickly!" Han Feng suddenly shouted.
Murong Xue didn't know the reason, but she quickly followed the instructions. With a wave of her hand, the green light passed by and took Long Miao's head and body into her bag.
Han Feng was overjoyed and just in time to move the Five Elements Talisman in place, the five-color light flashed and teleported him and Murong Xue away again, disappearing.
The old demon Moxi rushed here, but he was a step late, which made him furious. Especially when he saw that Long Miao was killed, he became even more angry. He looked up to the sky and roared, and the terrifying aura was released, surging. Surging, as if forming a storm.
…
Three hundred miles away, a five-color light suddenly flashed, and Han Feng and Murong Xue emerged from it.
Han Feng put away the five-element talisman. As for the residual talisman and the drop of the old devil's true blood, they had long disappeared. It must have been that the residual talisman successfully took away the drop of true blood. As for how it recovered, Han Feng didn't know. After all, it was too thrilling just now, and I didn't have the time to pay attention to the changes in the remaining talisman.
Moreover, the strange thing is that this time, the residual talisman did not give him any special power. I don't know if it has not been fully digested, or if it is all used to improve itself.
"What a risk!" Han Feng whispered, but his eyes were shining with excitement.
"We'd better leave quickly, otherwise things will change if we wait too long!" Murong Xue raised her eyes and reminded her immediately.
Han Feng was convinced, nodded heavily, and immediately grabbed Murong Xue's hand and flew forward, flying hundreds of feet away in a few flashes.
"W-what are you doing!" Murong Xue became angry with embarrassment, her pretty face flushed, and she shouted in a low voice.
As she said that, she was about to shake off Han Feng's big hand, but Han Feng turned around and stared at her seriously, without saying a word, but with a slight smile on his face.
Murong Xue was stunned for a moment, her face was hot, but the strength in her hand was much lighter. Naturally, it was impossible for Han Feng to let go.
"You don't want to?" Han Feng asked softly.
Murong Xue lowered her head and remained silent, showing a rare feminine gesture.
Seeing her like this, Han Feng's heart moved. He suddenly approached her, lowered his head and kissed her smooth and translucent forehead. As if she was struck by lightning, he got rid of Han Feng's big hand and walked away, dozens of feet apart.
"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" Han Feng was very surprised. Why did he feel that the other party was resisting this kind of intimacy?
In fact, he misunderstood Murong Xue. After all, she had always been an extremely proud person. Although she did have a great affection for Han Feng, she always felt that she had not reached that point yet.
To be precise, she was frightened by Han Feng's actions.
"I'm fine, let's go. You can't mess around anymore. If you waste time, if the old devil catches up, we will all be in trouble!" Murong Xue warned.
Han Feng didn't look embarrassed at all. He smiled, came to Murong Xue's side again, nodded heavily, and promised: "Of course."
With that said, he grabbed her jade hand and flew forward at high speed.
Murong Xue rolled her eyes, she had nothing to do with him and could only let him be like this.
Han Feng was secretly happy, knowing that she was slowly beginning to accept his behavior, and it was only a matter of time before she took the next step.
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About half an hour later, Han Feng and Murong Xue arrived nearly ten thousand miles away, found an ordinary green valley, and lurked down.
Han Feng casually dug out a cave, pulled Murong Xue into it, and sat down cross-legged.
Without saying a word, he took out Long Miao's storage ring, injected it with soul power, and quickly refined it. There were no accidents, which made him slightly relieved.
There are countless things inside. He is indeed a secret disciple of the Yuxian Sect, and Long Miao is also the son of a powerful person. It is not surprising that he has such wealth.
Han Feng and Murong Xue shared these things, each got what he needed, and both were happy.
"Han Feng, this purple spear is a spiritual treasure. It was probably given to Long Miao by the powerful people of Yuxian Sect. We can't stay. There is no problem in the world of seal now. Once we leave here, There is no guarantee that the powerful man has some means to detect it." Murong Xue looked at the purple spear in Han Feng's hand and said softly.
"I know, but there is no need to throw it away. Let me see if the broken sword can swallow it." Han Feng nodded and suddenly took out the broken sword again.
Murong Xue opened her big bright eyes curiously and watched Han Feng's operation quietly.
He poured mana into the broken sword, letting its brilliance flow, and then pressed it tightly against the purple spear.
The broken sword immediately became brighter as if it was conscious, trying to absorb the origin of the purple spear.
But the purple spear, as a spiritual treasure, also had self-awareness. It immediately trembled violently and emitted scorching purple light on its own to resist the devouring of the broken sword.
What's even more amazing is that a voice suddenly sounded from inside the spear: "Two little kids dare to challenge me. You are really overestimating your capabilities!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the purple light on the surface of the spear became more intense, and it felt like it was burning.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows. He had known for a long time that the psychic treasure could awaken spiritual wisdom, but this was the first time he had seen it.
"Hey, let's see how long your crappy gun can last!" Han Feng sneered, raised his hand and injected a series of spells into the broken sword, giving it huge support, like a tiger with added wings, dazzling white light, and a breakthrough in one fell swoop The layers of defense of the purple spear penetrated into its interior and seized its origin.
"Ah, you executioner!" The purple spear immediately made a sound like killing a pig, screaming in agony. This was beyond Han Feng's expectation. He thought it would resist tenaciously and remain silent, but unexpectedly it failed. Such a weakling.
Han Feng was amused in his heart, but he showed no mercy in his hands. Instead, he increased his strength and activated the Broken Sword, letting it attack the city and plunder the land, devouring the opponent's original power and strengthening itself.
The tip of the broken sword slowly sprouted new shoots like bamboo shoots after a rain, becoming stronger and feeling like a reborn person.
"No, no, please spare me. It's not easy for me, Old Purple Dragon, to become a spirit. I hope you can be noble and let me go!" The surface of the purple spear flickered, and it transformed into a small purple dragon, but its head was already gone. With the appearance of a human face, it turned out to be an old face, with dense wrinkles and cracked corners at the eyes, as if it had been carved out by the knife of time.
"What's the use of sparing you!" Han Feng ignored its pleading and continued to use the broken sword to absorb its original power, causing it to scream one after another. Its shape gradually became blurry and seemed to be about to collapse. .
