Mulian did not take Han Feng to say goodbye to Lan Fangfang. She went directly down the mountain amid the respectful salutes of many monks along the way, turned around and headed to the northwest.
She walked very fast, one step covering nearly a hundred feet, and Han Feng could only show the strength to match Blue Stone, chasing after her all the way, almost like running.
The core area of Muxia Palace is nearly four thousand miles away from Mu Xiufeng, and it is impossible to walk in a straight line on the ground. The distance is no less than nine thousand miles. At the speed of the two of them, it took them nearly an hour and a half.
"We're finally here!" Han Feng looked at a huge wall blocking his way and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said with a little emotion.
Mulian glanced at him and snorted softly: "How can you get opportunities in the holy lake if you don't have any endurance!"
Han Feng was silent. The other party looked down on Lan Shi. He made many mistakes at this time and everything he said was in vain. It was better to save some energy.
He looked at this wall. It was like a mountain, thousands of feet high. Its surface was densely covered with runes and dazzling. There was also a thick fiery red light curtain on the huge wall. From time to time, wisps of flames jumped out, burning the air. They all crackled, and the fiery power distorted the void, and layers of colorful brilliance appeared from time to time, making them beautiful and colorful.
Wangshan was running to death. Han Feng looked very close to the giant wall, but in fact he still had two to three hundred miles to go.
After walking for half a stick of incense, Han Feng and Mulian arrived at the east side of the giant wall and stopped outside an entrance.
There is a fully armed team stationed here, and the person leading it has reached the state of perfect pill formation. He has a serious look on his face, which makes everyone feel suspicious.
"Elder Yao." Mulian led Han Feng to this man, saluted him respectfully, and shouted.
"Mu Lian, is this the disciple of your Mu Xiufeng who wants to enter the Holy Lake this time? Why is he just an outer disciple? It should be noted that each peak only has the opportunity to recommend one person to enter the Holy Lake once every hundred years to gain the opportunity!" This man's face was covered with stubble. He glanced at Han Feng, looked at Mulian and said angrily.
"He was appointed by my master." Mulian responded quickly.
"I know, I just feel it's a bit of a pity." The man said with a pout, not shying away from Han Feng's presence.
Mulian was embarrassed, but Han Feng looked relaxed.
"Go in." The man waved his hand, stepped aside, glanced at Han Feng, and said calmly.
Han Feng bowed his hands and said loudly: "Thank you, Elder Yao." After saying that, he quickly walked over. The huge wall in front of him had already opened an arch-like existence. The light inside was so bright and dazzling that there was nothing visible at all. thing.
He ran and rushed in. After just a few breaths, he disappeared.
After seeing that he was completely submerged, the bearded monk suddenly sneered and asked, "Who is Lan Fangfang?"
"My master's nephew." Mulian responded.
"Hey, I think Lan Fangfang treats him better than her biological son. The relationship is not simple!" Elder Yao twitched his thick eyebrows and said with a smile.
"Elder Yao, please be careful what you say!" Mulian looked solemn and said seriously.
The man opened his mouth but didn't say anything more. His eyes flashed, as if he was remembering something, and he was a little afraid.
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In less than a cup of tea, Han Feng passed through the layers of light curtains and smoothly entered the core area of Muxia Palace. The holy lake they called was actually a giant lake filled with flames, like a vast ocean.
As soon as he came in, he felt extremely hot. With the strength he showed now, it would be very difficult. But after he was sure that no one would follow, he had no scruples and directly released his own power to resist the incoming waves. heat wave.
Han Feng was still at the edge of the lake. The ground here was dark red and extremely hard. He squatted down and struck with his hand, and there was a clear and sonorous sound.
He slowly stood up and looked around. He was not in a hurry to go deep into it, but instead devoted some of his energy to immersing himself in the sea of souls.
At this moment, the remaining talisman was seen rising and falling, and it was continuously releasing a huge white light. It seemed to sense Han Feng's current position, and it rotated gently, with the last end pointing to the northeast, trembling.
Han Feng understood and quickly walked towards that direction. Soon he left the shore and entered the lake. The air was already decomposed by the vast heat, and a series of electric lights flashed from time to time, crackling like fried soybeans. It's enough to make ordinary monks tremble.
If the real blue stone comes in, it will most likely be limited to the shore and unable to move in. If you want to get a chance, you can really only rely on the weather.
However, Han Feng did not feel any pressure at all. Instead, he seemed extremely carefree, enjoying the baptism of fire and electricity to his heart's content. He was extremely comfortable and showed no sign of pain at all.
However, the absorption of this small amount of power is only a drop in the bucket for his physical bottleneck. It is impossible for him to break through it. It only makes his blood energy stronger.
He didn't care about gains and losses, his eyes were like a torch. While maintaining close communication with the residual talisman, he continuously ran the Soul Refining Diamond Technique, swallowing up the surrounding fire waves like a long whale absorbing water.
Not long after, the remnant talisman suddenly adjusted the designated direction to true north.
Han Feng could only change accordingly and step towards the north without further delay. He spread out at a speed that was more than a hundred feet away in one step.
Time flew by, and half an hour passed unknowingly.
Along the way here, although there were still people buzzing around, not a single person could be seen, making it seem a bit deserted.
As he gradually approaches the center of the lake, the surrounding temperature rises higher and higher. Not to mention the monks in the Guiyuan Realm, even those who are fake elixirs will be instantly vaporized here. Even the monks who are in the early stage of elixir formation will be doubled if they stay here for a long time. Feel bad.
Slowly, various forms of fire beasts began to appear here, including dragons, tigers, eagles, vultures, and many more, radiating fire.
Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but look forward to the heavy treasure in the center of the lake. It could make the surrounding flames transform into spiritual objects out of thin air. It was obvious that it was magical and no ordinary thing.
The remnant talisman also seemed to become excited, releasing more intense white light and shaking continuously.
Han Feng's heart moved slightly. He knew that he was not far from the area where Chongbao was located, so he immediately accelerated and ran over.
He was not afraid of the sea of fire from all directions. Layers of golden light emerged from the soles of his feet, resisting various impacts one after another. He moved as fast as the wind.
In less than a cup of tea, he successfully crossed hundreds of miles and saw a huge mountain made of flames from a distance, standing where the lake and the sky connected.
