Han Feng held a three-foot narrow sword and a square tripod above his head. He looked like he was using all his strength and continued to move forward slowly but firmly.
After three full hours, the group of them arrived at the foot of Yuhua Mountain. When they looked up, it turned out that the mountain was only about ten miles in size.
But before, they could see this lonely peak thousands of miles away. It was obviously magical and extraordinary, and they didn't know what level of treasure it was.
Here, all pressure disappears, the sky is clear, and the top of the mountain can be seen at a glance, which is completely different from the scene seen in the distance.
This Yuhua Mountain is like a pillar reaching the sky, standing upright between the heaven and the earth, and has existed for countless thousands of years.
The group of them looked around, and some people were looking for a way up, but Yuhua Mountain went straight up, and there was no way at all.
Moreover, although there is no overwhelming pressure here, there is still a strange force that suppresses them as long as they fly into the air.
Many people have tried repeatedly, but without exception they have fallen down.
Just when everyone was at their wits' end, layers of light ripples suddenly appeared in the void, covering them without warning. Waves of teleportation power emerged, wrapping them around them. In a flash of inspiration, they disappeared instantly.
When they reacted, they found themselves on the top of the mountain platform.
The place is empty, there are no clouds above, the sky is bright, and the spiritual energy around is so abundant that it can be compared with the immortal spiritual stone.
Han Feng suddenly looked down and saw runes flashing on the surface of the platform under his feet, which were colorful and gorgeous.
At this moment, a majestic and extreme power came down, and a figure flashed out in the void, surrounded by countless spiritual energy, as if the heaven and earth were resonating with him, and there was a faint Sanskrit chant.
He was surrounded by dense radiance, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but his aura was really as high as the heaven and the earth. He just held it in his mouth but did not express it, so the people below did not feel a lot of pressure, otherwise they would have been suppressed long ago. Got off.
Han Feng looked up and knew that he was a powerful person in the Tianyi realm. He had obviously fully revealed his aura, otherwise this kind of strange phenomenon would not have occurred.
The other monks also turned their eyes and looked over. Someone's expression changed, and he quickly bowed and said: "I have seen the Supreme Elder."
Han Feng also lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other party, lest he be disrespectful. It would not be a good thing to be stared at by the other party.
"Everyone, if you can come here, it means that your strength has reached the standard of becoming a core disciple. I won't say much. I only have one sentence for you. Those who live will be strong, and those who are strong will live. I wish you all can Come out alive!" This powerful man from the Tianyi realm swept around them and said crisply.
After saying this, he raised his hand and made a gesture, and the power of the origin of heaven and earth gathered together, pouring down in a mighty force, and suddenly poured into the platform on the top of the mountain below.
In an instant, talisman patterns appeared on the entire platform, and the talisman light rippled like an ocean, submerging the two hundred and thirteen of them. In a flash, the large group of them was transferred away and disappeared.
At that moment, Han Feng felt like he was wrapped in a strange force, and the ground seemed to turn into a swamp, pulling him down, followed by darkness.
However, the darkness only lasted for a few breaths. When the light reappeared, he found that he had really arrived in a swamp, with bubbles and gurgling sounds popping up everywhere.
He looked around and saw that this swamp was so vast that there was no end in sight.
But around him, there was not a single person to be seen. It was obvious that they had all been teleported to various places, and they were not allowed to gather together.
"Roar……"
Suddenly, several giant pythons emerged from the swamp, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed to bite Han Feng.
Han Feng raised his eyes and glanced at them, then waved his hand, and a majestic force surged out, imprisoning them directly, and then rolled and strangled them, turning them into a ball of blood mist.
These giant pythons seem to have amazing momentum, but in fact they are just existences comparable to those in the late stage of pill formation. Even if Han Feng does not show his true strength, he is enough to destroy them.
His soul power spread out, covering thousands of miles in an instant, and the world reflected in the depths of the soul sea was still a swamp, stretching as far as the eye could see.
He sighed secretly and could only find a random direction and run away.
According to the rules, these candidates have to stay in the Emerald Secret Realm for ten years. They have no other tasks and the only requirement is to come out alive.
As for where the exit is, they don't know, and the senior officials of Yuxian Sect didn't tell them, so they have to find it on their own. In short, after ten years, if they haven't been able to get out, it will be difficult to leave, because next time The Feathering Secret Realm will become more dangerous, and there will be no chance of death.
Han Feng was not completely unprepared before. He spent a lot of time checking the information about the Feathering Secret Realm, but he could hardly find such information. Either he did not have enough authority to read it, or the information was incomplete. Look. It doesn't have much effect.
Now, he can only take one step at a time.
Time flew by, as if three days and three nights had passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Feng still didn't get out of this swamp, but felt deeper and deeper into it. The ferocious beasts he encountered became stronger and stronger, and there were already several giant beasts that could rival half-step psychic monks.
Unfortunately, none of them were Han Feng's enemies, and they all died under his three-foot narrow sword.
He continued to move forward, invincible. Along the way, he killed countless beasts and obtained a large amount of demon pills, which could be stored in the storage ring. They dissipated in less than an hour, as if they had never existed. .
Han Feng frowned. He didn't understand why this happened. Could it be that the ferocious beasts he encountered were just illusions?
However, he quickly rejected this conjecture, because he felt that those ferocious beasts were very real and alive, not to mention that the remaining talismans did not give any hints, so it was unlikely that he had fallen into an illusion.
"Maybe it's the special rules of this world!" Han Feng looked up at the sky and thought to himself.
He stopped thinking about it and continued to walk forward. He was hundreds of feet away in one step. Whenever a ferocious beast made a surprise attack, he would kill it with thunderous means.
Before I knew it, another seven days had passed.
The ferocious beasts Han Feng encountered were getting stronger and stronger. There were already several terrifying beings that could be compared with the Venerable Master in the early stage of channeling. On one occasion, three of them appeared at the same time and attacked him secretly.
But Han Feng's strength was extraordinary. Even if he showed only half of the strength of a psychic, he could defeat them one against three.
It's still the same as before, their demonic elixirs still won't be stored for long before they dissipate on their own and return to this world in the form of billowing spiritual energy.
