In the square of the ruins space, figures were flying everywhere, spiritual lights were flying, and the scene was heated.
Everyone is taking action to suppress the phantom of the monster beast formed by the condensed evil energy on the seal of the cauldron.
But it was said that Han Feng leaned on the small rice pail and swallowed the remaining thoughts of the monster's soul in one breath.
He pressed it down with one hand and directly defeated the seal restriction with great force. He took a blood-colored light ball that was about to fly out into the palm of his hand and put it into the demon refining pot.
After doing all this, Han Feng glanced at the chaotic crowd around him and found that they were all staring at the tripod in front of him, and no one paid attention to him at all.
He directly used the Ghost Shadow Movement Technique, and in an instant his body moved nearly a hundred feet horizontally to somewhere on the edge of the square.
There are three big cauldrons here, and no one has chosen them. Han Feng randomly chooses the one closest to him and wants to leap up.
Unexpectedly, the little rice bucket in the lapel stretched its neck and shouted twice towards the big cauldron in the middle.
"Um……?"
Han Feng couldn't help but be stunned.
"Little guy, you want me to take the blood essence from this cauldron?"
Han Feng looked at the big cauldron in the middle and asked tentatively. Xiaofantong nodded repeatedly, looking impatient.
Although Han Feng was a little confused, he stepped on the Ark and turned around, reaching the top of the cauldron. When he raised his hand, a spiritual light shot down.
"Buzz...!"
The big cauldron hummed, spiritual light sputtered, and then a deep and thick roar erupted from the cauldron's mouth.
"Ugh...!"
Immediately, the evil energy in the void quickly gathered, and in the blink of an eye, a mysterious turtle figure with an oval body shape, a back like a peak, and thick limbs like pillars was formed in the blink of an eye.
This black turtle exuded a rich red light, a huge head poked out of the turtle shell, and roared like thunder.
The black turtle does not seem to be as violent as the previous three-headed strange bird, but the evil energy around it surges like a tide, and its aura is much stronger than the previous one. Even Han Feng feels slightly frightened.
It can be inferred from this that the essence and blood in this cauldron is probably more precious than the essence and blood of the three strange birds.
It was only then that Han Feng realized that the little rice bucket could not only swallow up the remnant thoughts of these essences and blood, but could also select food and pick up the more precious ones to eat.
As soon as the little guy saw the phantom of the black turtle, his eyes suddenly lit up and he screamed.
"Woof, woof...!"
After a few calls like a little puppy, the majestic black turtle silhouette standing like a mountain suddenly let out a cry of fear. Its high head immediately retracted into the turtle shell, and its whole body trembled violently. Suddenly, the figure immediately became illusory again.
Seeing this, Han Feng took advantage of the situation and took action. Sweeping by the surging energy wave, it only took three or four breaths to disperse the black turtle's shadow.
He directly reached out and smashed the seal, and put the astonishing energy of blood essence in the cauldron into the demon refining pot.
After doing all this, Han Feng did not stop for a moment, quickly blended into the crowd, and then moved to other areas.
This time, Han Feng didn't need to rely on luck to choose. He directly followed Xiaofan Tong's guidance and quickly selected a large cauldron, activating the power of the seal.
The demonic beast that appeared this time was even more powerful than the black turtle just now. It was actually a giant tiger with six claws and two wings on its back. It took Han Feng ten breaths of time to get the blood essence in the cauldron.
After getting the blood essence, Han Feng immediately moved his position. He and Xiaofantong took advantage of the opportunity in the square to fish in troubled waters, just like fighting "guerrilla warfare."
It only took half a stick of incense to activate the eight great cauldrons, and the energy of the demonic beast blood they obtained became stronger each time.
Especially when seizing the essence and blood in the eighth cauldron, a phantom of a bird condensed and became extremely powerful. Xiaofantong screamed "Miscellaneous, milk fierce" for a while before the bird hibernated, and Han Feng spent all his energy. After dozens of breaths of time, the essence and blood were finally obtained.
After getting these precious blood essences, Han Feng was naturally pleasantly surprised.
Because the essence and blood of high-level monsters have many uses, they can not only refine the spiritual power to improve their cultivation, but also directly absorb it into the body to temper the body.
Although this essence and blood cannot be compared with the essence and blood of the Golden Holy Dragon, it is also a great tonic for Han Feng. Maybe relying on this essence and blood, he can improve his body to a higher level.
Although he still wanted to get more blood essence, Han Feng was not in a hurry and went to the next big cauldron.
Because just now, when he took the essence and blood of the roc bird, even though Han Feng had used spiritual light to cover up the movement in advance.
But he didn't expect that this roc would be so ferocious, and the powerful evil energy leaked out, which had attracted the attention of many people around him.
At this moment, Han Feng deliberately stayed where he was, pretending to continue injecting spiritual power into the cauldron. This was to cover up others' eyes while secretly observing the situation in the square.
At this moment, Shangguan Shengyun and Jun Beixuan have each broken four cauldrons and are in the process of grabbing the fifth drop of blood essence.
Others and some multi-person teams are about to successfully break the first Dingkou seal.
There are currently nearly thirty cauldrons left in the square. It is estimated that when everyone starts the next round of competition, all the cauldrons will be occupied.
No matter how fast Han Feng was, he would probably only have time to break the seals of the two cauldrons, and he would also run the risk of being discovered that he had a way to break the seals quickly.
By then, Han Feng is likely to become the target of public criticism, and the gains outweigh the losses.
So Han Feng decided to "focus on quality rather than quantity". While observing the surrounding environment, he whispered to Xiaofantong, who had devoured the remaining thoughts of the eight souls and was working up an appetite, constantly urging him to take action.
"Little guy, we've almost eaten. After one more meal, it's time to stop.
You should quickly sense which of the remaining essence and blood in the cauldron is more precious. We only have this chance. "
The little rice bucket is worthy of the name "rice bucket". When it comes to eating, it immediately becomes serious.
It obviously understood Han Feng's words, and with a pair of black and shiny eyes, it immediately looked towards the big cauldrons that had not been opened.
It's like choosing the most delicious dish in a gourmet feast.
Under a dazzling glance, Xiaofantong's eyes showed a humanized look of embarrassment.
But at the next moment, its eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a large cauldron in the far left corner near the entrance of the square.
Although this big cauldron is very close to the entrance, everyone has a "preconceived idea" that the better things are, the less likely they are to be placed nearby.
After everyone entered the square, they all attacked the big cauldrons near the entrance of the square or in the center of the square. However, no one paid attention to the big cauldron near the entrance.
But when Xiaofantong saw this big cauldron, his eyes became bright and shining, and he whined loudly, and the saliva dripped onto Han Feng's clothes.
The greedy look on his head was much more exciting than when he had devoured the remaining souls of those monster beasts.
Seeing the fierce reaction of the little rice bucket, Han Feng suddenly shrank his eyes, knowing that the blood essence in this big cauldron was probably not trivial.
Secretly locking the big cauldron, Han Feng waited there for a moment and sensed the sound of bursting seals coming from around him.
Seeing that a new round of fighting was about to begin, Han Feng took one step ahead of the others and quietly passed through the cluttered crowd. After several twists and turns, he quietly moved to the big cauldron in the corner.
Immediately, Han Feng waited for a moment and saw that everyone in the square had obtained the first drop of the monster blood, and then began to fight for the other remaining cauldrons. The scene was at its most chaotic.
He suddenly radiated spiritual light all over his body, covering several feet around the cauldron, and pushed his own energy to the extreme.
Because he knew that once the phantom of the monster beast in the cauldron was activated, its momentum would probably be even more astonishing than the phantom of the roc bird just now.
After making these preparations, Han Feng did not hesitate and took a spiritual palm print directly, hitting the seal at the mouth of the tripod.
The next moment, the cauldron trembled, and the copper pillar below shook violently.
Immediately, a steady stream of evil energy surged from all directions in the void and from the cauldron.
In just a blink of an eye, a blood cloud condensed above the cauldron and within a radius of several feet. The biting cold air in it made Han Feng couldn't help but shiver!
