The waves of air surged into the sky and flooded a large group of monks again. However, they were protected by the formation, so they did not die this time and all survived.
The half-step psychic's eyes were split open, and he roared again and again. He kept activating the psychic treasure and shot out dazzling beams of light to attack Han Feng one after another.
Unfortunately, Han Feng had a broken sword in his hand, and the sword was as bright as a wall. He repeatedly blocked his attacks and led Li Muxuan and Su Tong back in an orderly manner.
Han Feng launched counterattacks from time to time, but the opponent was supported by a huge battle formation, and his sword of distance could not cause damage to it. It only blocked the opponent and prevented him from quickly pursuing him.
"Who are you? How dare you be so arrogant? There are only three of you who come to attack us. You can't escape, so you should just surrender and be captured!" The half-step psychic shouted loudly.
Han Feng naturally ignored him and couldn't hurt him, so he started to fight back against the low-level monks. Although they were protected by formations, they had moved away at this moment, and their defensive power was greatly reduced. A large number of monks in the Qi Zang realm were killed.
"Humph!" A cold snort came out, and another half-step psychic emerged, and he quickly offered up a psychic treasure that looked like an ordinary canvas. It expanded, covering the sky and the sun, blocking Han Feng's counterattack. , save those low-level monks.
At this time, there seemed to be movement in the direction of the Moyun Sect, as if monks were rushing out, as if launching an attack.
"Stop the pursuit of the army, stay in place, rebuild the formation base, don't mess up the formation!" This half-step psychic seemed to be the formation master. With a wave of his hand, the talisman light filled the air, and colorful talisman patterns appeared. , submerged into the ground, reconnected with the formation, and let the battle formation shine.
Tens of thousands of monks each performed their duties, and under his arrangement, they rearranged the formation in an orderly manner, thus connecting the earth's energy and communicating with the heavenly spirits, allowing the battle formation to once again erupt with extremely powerful power, and the sea of clouds above rolled and rumbled. Loud noise.
The Moyun Sect immediately stopped its activities and did not attack.
Han Feng did not attack forcefully, but retreated far enough away, leading Li Muxuan and Su Tong away.
"Elder Mu, who could this guy be? Could it be Han Feng from the East Seven Branches?" The half-step psychic from before turned around and looked at the formation master.
"I didn't see his face clearly. The only person with such strength is Han Feng." The formation master surnamed Mu said slowly.
"It seems that we should report it to the ancestors of the sect and let them make the decision." The half-step psychic from before pondered for a while and said slowly.
Master Mu nodded, deeply convinced.
Han Feng quickly left the area and turned around to fly towards Moyun Sect.
Li Muxuan and Su Tong were both extremely excited. This time they were following the right person, and the rewards were extremely rich.
Seeing that no monks were chasing him at this moment, Li Muxuan couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He suddenly took out a large handful of storage rings, handed them to Han Feng, and said respectfully: "Senior Han, this is the storage ring I collected. Please take stock."
Su Tong was slightly startled, but he came to his senses immediately and also came to Han Feng and offered his spoils.
Han Feng glanced at them, smiled calmly and said: "I keep my word, whoever gets it belongs to whoever gets it, you all can accept it, I don't lack these things."
Li Muxuan and Su Tong both said they didn't dare, but when Han Feng glared at them, they had no choice but to accept it honestly.
The three of them flew less than a stick of incense, and the mountain gate of Moyun Sect gradually became visible.
After a while, patrolling monks from the Moyun Sect flew out and stopped Han Feng and others.
"Who is here!" The leader of the patrol team, a tall and powerful Guiyuan Perfection monk, asked loudly and coldly without recognizing the cultivation level of the three of them at this moment.
"Is this how your Dongba branch welcomes distinguished guests?" Li Muxuan said coldly, with majestic momentum, and his breath was released without reservation, stirring up the storm and making a buzzing sound.
When the captain wanted to say something else, a stream of light suddenly flew from behind. It was very fast and came to this side in the blink of an eye. After the light converged, a middle-aged man with a square face and a wide forehead was revealed. At the level of the late stage of pill formation, he knew Li Muxuan and Han Feng. He bowed and apologized repeatedly: "Senior Han, Elder Li, and this elder, some of them are far away, and some are far away. I really don't know what you are doing at this time. I'm really sorry for coming here. During this time of confrontation between the two armies, our search will be stricter, so please understand."
"Elder Long, I understand. You are well. We meet again, haha!" Li Muxuan just won a battle and captured so many storage rings. Although he still didn't have time to count them, he thought about it later. It was so rich that it was difficult for him to be in a bad mood.
"Please come inside, please come inside." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture, showing great enthusiasm.
Han Feng and others remained silent as they flew with him and landed on the guest-welcoming peak of Moyun Sect.
After a while, more than forty rays of light flew from all around and swished down.
"I've met Senior Han!" The group of monks suddenly surrounded Han Feng and bowed their hands to each other with extremely respectful attitudes.
Li Muxuan was so excited that he had benefited from Su Tong. He looked left and right, but he didn't dare to show any arrogance and returned the favor.
For no other reason than that the worst of this group of monks are all great monks who have perfected the elixir formation, and the other eight are actually beyond the level of perfect elixir formation. They must be that kind of special existence who has taken a crucial step.
In addition, among the eight people, the first two monks had auras as deep as the sea, and they were obviously half-step psychics.
In comparison, the strength of the East Seven Branches is a bit insignificant. No wonder the East Eight Branches were able to sustain it and were not broken by Mu Xia Gong and Mu Tian Sect.
"Fellow Taoists, no need to be polite, please get up." Han Feng casually made a circle, and a majestic force emerged, lifting a group of them up.
"Yes." Everyone was slightly startled, and the faces of the two half-step psychics showed a little more confirmation, and they quickly took the lead in answering.
"We haven't seen each other for two or three years, and the overall strength of our East Eight Branches has improved a lot. Didn't everyone suffer any loss when the Tianlong Gate Formation was broken open by the two ancestors of Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tian Sect a few days ago? "Han Feng looked around them and expressed the doubts he had always had in his mind.
"Senior Han, thanks to Master Long's strategy, very early on, we built a teleportation altar in the deepest part of Tianlong Gate with the help of the original power of heaven and earth of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Yin Array. Through the secret teleportation array, we communicated with each other. The teleportation array at the main branch is connected through the air. As long as the mountain gate formation is broken, our main force will be transferred to each branch and broken into parts, so that the enemy cannot kill us all at once." A middle-aged man with a rosy complexion explained. road. ()
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