Immediately afterwards, the white mask on Han Feng's body deformed, and instantly turned into a big white dragon, swooping down, bringing with it a huge wave of energy, and washed away the power erupted from the blood-colored light balls.
"Rumble..."
A series of violent sounds shook the sky and spread out, shaking the entire blood lake upside down. The terrifying power was released, lifting large areas of blood and water, forming a vacuum area. The white dragon quickly left, and continued Push down.
All the white-bone ghosts blocking the front were shattered and turned into powder, unable to even exert any blocking power.
The big white dragon quickly rushed out nearly a thousand feet, and I believe it won't take long to break through all the obstacles and reach the bottom of the lake.
But at this moment, thousands of ghosts emerged from below. They were all white and suddenly condensed into one, turning into a blood-red ghost more than a hundred feet tall. However, the eyes were shining with green flames, and the aura of the whole body was extremely powerful. Than a big shot in the realm of psychics.
This giant ghost stretched out its big hand and slapped it violently. Blood surged, huge waves surged into the sky, and strange flames emerged, burning and crackling.
Han Feng was not afraid at all, he raised his hand to seal the secret, and the white dragon outside him suddenly lengthened, turning into a white dragon three to four hundred feet long, shining brightly, and piercing straight like a sharp sword.
Those bloody flames collapsed one after another, and a large area of blood evaporated. Amidst the air waves, the long white dragon went to the opponent's chest and collided with its big hand. It roared and the fire was radiating.
The terrifying lightning scattered in all directions, and the blood-red ghost retreated, unable to even resist Han Feng's blow.
Han Feng's technique changed again. The long white dragon opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of white flame, like a flower in full bloom. In the blink of an eye, it fell on the body of the ghost. It seemed to be extremely hot, melting a hole in its chest and piercing it from front to back. It made his breath become much weaker.
What's even more terrifying is that the white flame clings to his body. No matter how he casts spells to dispel it, it's useless. After a while, his momentum becomes even weaker.
"Ouch..."
The ghost let out a roar, as if venting some angry emotion, opened its bloody mouth, spit out a bloody sword, and attacked Han Feng violently, fighting back desperately.
Helpless, with his weak body, the power of the blood sword was limited. Han Feng didn't even dodge, but used the dragon's head to fight against it. There was a crisp clang and the blood sword shattered.
There was only a slight black mark left on the surface of the dragon head, but there was no damage at all.
With an expressionless expression, Han Feng controlled the white dragon to open its mouth and bite the ghost's head into pieces with a loud bang.
"snort!"
Suddenly, a cold snort sounded from inside the ghost's remains, as cold as water, and a special power spread, making the whole blood boil.
The long white dragon trembled all over as if struck by lightning, and its light became a little dim.
Han Feng himself also felt great discomfort and quickly retreated with Ximen Dongqing to avoid its sharp edge.
At the same time, the remains of the ghost suddenly shattered and turned into a ball of special energy, like a flame or a piece of magma, burning fiercely and rushing towards the white dragon.
Han Feng was slightly startled, and immediately started to use the Soul Refining Diamond Technique. His blood surged all over his body, and he poured it into the white dragon with great force, letting its light rise again to resist this energy.
The long white dragon rolled up the sky with flames, passed through, successfully crossed these obstacles, and reached the bottom of the lake.
There is no more blood and water here, and it is not much different from the past, except that there are many more pillars standing in all directions.
There is still an altar in the center, and there is still a woman bound by invisible power. Her appearance is exactly the same as Yan Yanfang.
It was the ghost princess. It turned out that she had not escaped from the trap yet.
At this moment, her eyes were closed tightly, her whole body was filled with light, and powerful aura spread out from time to time, shattering the void and making a hissing sound.
"You're here again. Did my clone send you here?" At this moment, the ghost princess suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Han Feng and said.
"Yan Yanfang?" Han Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "She and I are enemies, not friends. Why do you think so?"
"Hmph, her puppetry can control all things, and it is not impossible to turn you into her slave." The ghost princess snorted coldly.
"Oh, I don't know about that anymore, but you should know by now that I'm not Yan Yanfang's. Can my friend and I leave?" Han Feng's eyes flashed and he said calmly.
"Haha, it's not impossible for you to leave if you want, but you have to do something for me, otherwise it will be impossible for you and her to escape from here." The ghost princess smiled softly.
"You want me to kill Yan Yanfang?" Han Feng frowned and asked.
"You are a smart person, and you will hit the mark right away. No matter how many times you think about my clone, you never imagined that I could merge with this black stone formation. Now she and that group of people are trapped in Baisen Plains by me. You go there You can kill them in one visit." The ghost princess sneered again and again and ordered directly without any politeness.
"What if I don't agree?" Han Feng asked.
"Then die!" the ghost princess said coldly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a light shield appeared in this space, tightly covering this place, and cracks appeared in the void, densely packed, and the terrifying pressure seeped out, buzzing like the end of the world.
Han Feng's body surface shone with white light, opening up a piece of sky in a fan shape, protecting him and Ximen Dongqing from being crushed.
"You are much stronger. Your flesh and blood body has reached the state of rebirth. No wonder you dare to resist me? What a pity, I am invincible here!" The ghost princess shouted coldly, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the center of her eyebrows. The seven-colored soul power came out in a mighty manner, covering the space where the altar was in the blink of an eye. It condensed thousands of spiritual powers, transformed into the form of a dragon and tiger, and rumbled towards Han Feng and Ximen Dongqing.
"Soul Power Condensation Bead Realm?" Ximen Dongqing's face turned pale and he was extremely surprised.
"And it's not at the initial level!" Han Feng also looked solemn, and he quickly made seals with his hands. The blood in his body surged, and the rolling power surged out, causing the white light on his body to surge several times, and a big white dragon condensed out again, coiling around He and Ximen Dongqing resisted a series of attacks from the ghost princess.
"Boom..."
Explosions were heard all over the sky, shaking the whole world.
The blood outside the altar space was surging violently, and the terrifying fluctuations were transmitted thousands of feet away, as if it were boiling.
Han Feng was under increasing pressure, and the spells in his hands began to dance like wheels, creating a halo of light and a mysterious feeling.
