Han Feng seemed to be in the sea of fire, swimming freely, but he could never find the real treasure.
As his state deepened, in his eyes, the lake became only the size of a fist, resembling a fruit.
Could it be that this lake filled with sea of fire is the treasure that the residual talisman sensed?
Han Feng suddenly woke up and immediately used the power of the residual talisman to identify the location of the lake.
He suddenly discovered that it was in the central area of Muxia Palace. The fiery red clouds he saw outside before were caused by it.
At this moment, the light of the remaining talisman dimmed, and Han Feng instantly retreated from this strange state, as if waking up from a dream.
Han Feng looked around and found that no one noticed his presence, so he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, he was worried, because the lake was located in the core area of Muxia Palace, and non-core disciples and elders were not eligible to enter. Even Lan Shi's eldest brother Lan Tian was not qualified.
Those who can enter it are all talented people, and they are the key training targets of Muxia Palace.
In the Lan family, for so many years, only Lan Shi's aunt has this qualification.
In fact, it was precisely because of his aunt's relationship that the Lan family was able to establish a huge force in the outer sect area. Otherwise, his brother, who was only a figure in the early stage of forming pills, would not have been able to achieve such a scale.
Han Feng put away all his distracting thoughts, stood up slowly, took a deep breath, and walked out of the cave.
He quickly walked down the mountain and went directly to the core area of Muxia Palace.
It was more than three thousand miles away from here, and there were layers of defenses and tight security. Han Feng only walked more than a hundred miles before he was stopped by the inner gate law enforcement team hiding in the dark.
"Who are you?!" The captain of this law enforcement team, a tall and thick monk, asked coldly with a pair of eyes that shot out a bright light like a steel needle hitting Han Feng's face.
Han Feng was calm in his heart, but showed a nervous and frightened look on his face. He quickly took out the Lan family's entry token and said hurriedly: "This is my token."
"Lan family? Who are you, Elder Lan Fangfang?" The captain grabbed the token from Han Feng's hand, glanced at it, frowned, and asked.
"My aunt." Han Feng said immediately after thinking about it.
"Yes, I understand." The captain nodded, handed the entry token back to Han Feng, and said calmly.
Han Feng smiled slightly and took it with both hands.
"Outer disciples are not allowed to wander around here. If you are not in a hurry to go back, then go visit Elder Lan. At least you have a place to stay." After a slight pause, the captain spoke again.
"Okay, I'll go to my aunt's place right now." Han Feng nodded.
The captain said nothing more, turned around and left with his team members, and soon disappeared into the forest again.
Han Feng stood there and thought for a while, then turned around and left, heading towards the area where Lan Shi's aunt was.
Originally, he didn't want to go to Lan Fangfang's side, but the power of the formations here was crisscrossed, and he couldn't guarantee that he could avoid all detections. Moreover, even if he successfully reached the lake, it would be difficult for him to go there quietly. Breaking through its protective formation silently, especially when the core strength of Muxia Palace is stationed there.
Unless he reveals his identity, attack with all his strength.
But in this case, there will be many changes, and the things needed for the residual talisman may be missed, and the real opportunity will be missed.
Of course, the most important thing is that the residual talisman did not make him blur away, otherwise no formation could stop him.
As for why Remnant Fu did not use the art of virtualization, in his guess, it should be because he himself had not been fatally threatened.
Since the situation is like this, Han Feng can only take one step at a time. Anyway, he is not in a hurry. When he was outside, he took the time to briefly inform Murong Xue of the situation here, explaining that he would not go back so soon.
He turned around and walked forward, heading straight to where Lan Fangfang was.
As one of the elders of the inner sect of Muxia Palace, Lan Fangfang naturally has an independent mountain peak, which is handsome and full of aura, named Mu Xiufeng.
The vegetation here is indeed growing gratifyingly, lush and prosperous.
Han Feng arrived here quickly, saluted and bowed to the inner disciples stationed at the foot of the mountain, and said respectfully: "I have seen Senior Brother Mu. I wonder if Elder Lan is on the peak?"
"Oh, Junior Brother Lan, you're here, go up, Elder Lan is waiting for you." The monk in blue robe did not dare to ask for help, so he returned the salute with a smile and said gently.
Han Feng secretly murmured in his heart, wondering if Lan Fangfang already knew about the outside world, so she made a special trip to wait for him.
His face was calm and composed, and he smiled lightly and said: "Thank you, senior brother, I'll go up right now!"
As he spoke, he quickly stepped onto the steps paved with blue stones and climbed up.
The mountain road winds eighteen turns and spreads upward. Pavilions pop up from time to time along the way. Occasionally, you can see monks meditating there, just like a sculpture, motionless, immersed in practicing without hearing anything. Side things.
These people should all be Lan Fangfang's disciples. They all dared to be so relaxed. The main reason was that they felt that there could be no attack in the inner gate area.
Of course, Han Feng couldn't say he had any hatred for these people, but he couldn't help but sneered in his heart and secretly complained that these people had been comfortable for too long and had no sense of being prepared for danger in times of peace.
At this point, the monks of Muxia Palace are not as good as the people of Tianlongmen.
Nowadays, Tianlongmen is not only full of hope and positivity, but also maintains an extremely vigilant attitude. They are always on guard, fearing that Muxia Palace and Mutian Sect will attack with all their strength, and dare not relax for a moment.
While Han Feng was thinking like this, the peak platform gradually appeared in his eyes. It was spacious and vast, with a radius of nearly a thousand feet.
He quickly speeded up and walked up. After a while, he stepped onto the platform, paused briefly, arranged his clothes, and then walked slowly towards a large hall in front of him.
This was Blue Stone's past habit, so Han Feng couldn't let it go. He had to be meticulous and seamless, so that the secret would not be revealed, otherwise there would be no need to spend so much thought.
"Junior brother Lan, you are finally here. Master, she has been waiting for you for a long time." At this time, a female cultivator was standing in front of the main hall. She was quite pretty, with delicate features and delicate features. She raised her eyes and looked at her. Han Feng said slowly.
Han Feng knew that this woman's name was Mu Lian, and she was Lan Fangfang's chief disciple. She had also reached the early stage of pill formation, but she still stayed on Mu Xiufeng and could be regarded as her right-hand man.
