After Han Feng said those words to Yan Yanfang, he suddenly stopped. Ximen Dongqing flew forward as usual and quickly disappeared in front.
Yan Yanfang also stopped almost at the same time, turned around, and stared coldly at the Spirit Tree King who was still chasing after him.
In fact, the speed of this Spirit Tree King is slightly higher than that of Han Feng and others. Even if they don't stop, they can't completely escape his pursuit. It is estimated that they will be caught up by him in less than a quarter of an hour.
"Haha, you stopped suddenly, are you going to die?!" The blue mist rolled in from the distance, and in just a dozen breaths, it came dozens of miles away from Han Feng and Yan Yanfang, while shouting The extremely arrogant voice slowed down and slowly approached.
"How does he understand our language?" Han Feng felt strange when he saw the big tree demons outside speaking human language. After all, this place is isolated from the world, and it is not easy to learn the human language.
"What's strange about this? The Blackstone Underground Palace has existed for countless thousands of years, and many human monks have come here over the years. These guys have eaten people, so they naturally understand our language." Yan Yanfang said calmly.
"Oh, that's it." Han Feng nodded, thoughtfully, and then continued to ask: "In other words, people can come here in these years? Didn't the Baisen Plains just open recently?"
"You don't understand this. My true self has tried to escape from this place many times, using her stored power to cause several huge fluctuations, deliberately attracting human monks to enter this underground palace. This Baisen Plain was opened many years ago. , Human monks have naturally come in, do you understand?" Yan Yanfang explained.
Han Feng suddenly understood and stopped asking any more questions.
"Lingshu King, I think we can talk. As long as you let the three of us leave this place, if you need anything, just ask!" Yan Yanfang flashed her beautiful eyes and suddenly said to the Lingshu King.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he didn't stop her and allowed her to negotiate with the Spirit Tree King.
"If I kill you, everything on you belongs to me, right? Do I still need to quarrel with you?" The blue mist quickly gathered and condensed into a figure of a hundred feet in size, whose appearance could not be seen clearly. But he no longer came closer, and bursts of sneers from the Spirit Tree King came from his mouth.
However, he suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward. He thought he was a little moved by Yan Yanfang's proposal.
"Having said that, don't you want to break away from the shackles of this small world? You will be limited to this all your life, living in this pond like a loach." Yan Yanfang looked as usual and said with a slight smile.
"Hmph, I learned from the memories of your human race early on that this world is a small world derived from a treasure from the cave. But our tree spirit clan was born here and buried here. How can we leave so easily! Even if we were born here, we would be buried here. Wang has succeeded in cultivation and has already separated from the tree. He does not dare to leave this place, otherwise he will be destroyed by the thunder tribulation from the outside world. It goes against the principles of heaven and earth, and he will naturally be punished as he deserves. Do you think I can withstand the thunder tribulation? "Lingshu snorted softly and asked angrily.
"With our help, it will be alright!" Yan Yanfang promised.
"Hey, your promises from the human race are of no use. You are the most fickle human race. Go to hell and become the treasure of this king!" The Spirit Tree King sneered, sneered, and quickly stepped away. Coming, he rushed in front of the two of them in an instant. Thousands of wisps of mist filled the air, and suddenly shrank into a pillar-like existence, which was ten feet big, and it stabbed straight in, as if it wanted to hit them both. And killed.
Naturally, Han Feng and Yan Yanfang would not sit still and wait for death. They immediately launched their prepared moves and collided with the opponent's pillar of mist, making a loud noise that shook the heaven and earth.
It has to be said that the Spirit Tree King is indeed much stronger than Han Feng and Yan Yanfang. Every move must be accompanied by wind and clouds. The spiritual power is like a tide, constantly oppressing them, making them retreat step by step.
Han Feng held a fist seal and kept blasting the Tyrant Fist. The sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. Even his spiritual energy seemed to be exhausted, creating layers of flames that were overwhelming and airtight.
But the Spirit Tree King was not harmed at all. All the punches and flames that fell on him slipped away and dissipated like rain hitting banana trees.
Yan Yanfang squeezed the magic formula tightly, and suddenly a ghost appeared behind her, dressed in red, with a face as white as snow, erratic, but as fast as lightning, constantly surrounding the Spirit Tree King, spewing green light balls, impacting on him, But it passed through without leaving any trace.
After dozens of rounds, the Lingshu King was able to withstand all attacks from the two of them. He himself would slap a palm from time to time, without any fancy, just to defeat Shi Hui with his strength, and beat Han Feng with him. Yan Yanfang always had to join forces to fight, otherwise she would feel like vomiting blood.
"How dare you speak so brazenly with this little strength? How ridiculous!" The Spirit Tree King sneered, with a blue light flowing all over his body, he suddenly turned his palm into a fist and struck Han Feng suddenly.
In an instant, a powerful force like a mountain came to suppress them.
Han Feng couldn't dodge this kind of punching power, which was like a blessing from heaven. He could only fight against the power of the fists, swaying the Overlord Fist, and confront him head-on.
"boom……"
A sound like thunder surged, sweeping through the wind and clouds in all directions, with countless electric rays that lasted forever.
Han Feng's body shook violently and he retreated hundreds of feet. The blood in his body trembled for a while. The Soul Refining Diamond Art began to operate on its own, quickly digesting the power exerted on him by the other party.
"This is not the way to go. Why don't you stop hiding it? It's time to use your true strength!" Yan Yanfang's eyes flashed, and she suddenly retreated to Han Feng's side, secretly sending a message to urge him.
Han Feng was wary in his heart and pretended to smile bitterly: "His strength is really comparable to that of late-stage psychics. How can I compete with him? But you haven't been able to launch a decent attack. Isn't it time to show off!"
"Humph, is this your cooperative attitude?" Yan Yanfang snorted and questioned.
"My level of cultivation is only at this level, how do you want me to show it off!" Han Feng said with a helpless expression. At the same time, he used special movement skills to avoid the opponent's bombardment of a pillar of mist, but he still made a secret to make himself white. Transformed into a big white dragon, he suddenly attacked and successfully defeated the opponent's attack.
However, the big white dragon couldn't do anything to the Spirit Tree King, and was defeated by the opponent in a few rounds. Han Feng had to retreat further away to avoid its attack.
"Then do you want us all to die here?!" Yan Yanfang said with unabated anger in her eyes when she saw this situation.
