Starting from Qiancheng and heading north, it only took four days.
The ship Han Feng and others were on had already arrived at the northern border of the empire.
Then he crossed the border and entered the "Beiyuan Forest", the natural barrier between the empire and the Tianyuan Dynasty.
During this period, the ship was sailing smoothly, and Han Feng never left the practice room.
At this moment, in the practice room, Han Feng was looking at the copper piece in front of him up and down.
There was a hint of unwillingness on his face, and he finally let out a sigh and put the object down.
Since discovering that the Order of the Blessed Land can absorb his own energy, Han Feng is looking forward to discovering some of the power of the Order of the Blessed Land.
In the past few days, I have been working hard in the practice room.
As soon as the skill is restored, energy is immediately injected into the Blessed Land Token until the seventh power is injected into it, and then the Blessed Land Token is forcibly ingested with the Demon Refining Pot.
After repeating this process, Han Feng no longer knew how much energy he had injected into the Fudi Order.
But this guy is like a "lazy guy" who only eats and doesn't do anything.
Han Feng had injected so much energy, but there was no change except that there was an invisible luster on the surface of Fudi Ling.
By the way, the appetite is getting bigger and the speed of absorbing energy is faster.
Han Feng even faintly noticed that when he controlled the Demon Refining Pot to ingest this substance, it took longer.
This discovery made Han Feng alert.
He felt that as the energy he injected increased, the arrogance of Fudi Ling seemed to increase, and it actually began to try to compete with the Demon Refining Pot.
Although the grade of the demon refining pot is much higher than it, it is in a damaged state after all, and Han Feng cannot exert its true power at all.
To be on the safe side, Han Feng finally decided not to transfer energy to the Blessed Land Ling.
Otherwise, once this guy loses control and escapes the suppression of the Demon Refining Pot, won't he suffer the consequences?
Although he was a little unwilling, Han Feng decided to put away the Blessed Land Order and try again when his cultivation level becomes stronger in the future.
However, the moment Han Feng picked up the Order of Blessed Land and prepared to collect it.
"Buzz...!"
A faint white light suddenly appeared on the surface of the Blessed Land Order.
The next moment, a location inexplicably appeared in Han Feng's mind, and he noticed a familiar cold aura.
Han Feng couldn't help but be surprised. He could sense that this was the message transmitted to him by the Order of Fudi.
He was vaguely aware of something.
The next moment, Han Feng flashed and flew out of the training room. He left a casual message to the Qianlan Heavenly Guard guarding the ship and fled away.
A moment later, nearly a thousand miles away from the ship, a volcano emitting scorching heat stood. There was not a single monster entrenched within hundreds of miles around the volcano.
Because inside this volcano, there is a boiling magma pool.
A fire dragon nearly a hundred feet long and astonishingly powerful swam freely in the lava.
He rushed out of the magma again, splashing a huge wave of lava hundreds of feet high. On the flat ground on one side, he curled up comfortably and swallowed another one. The fire-type spiritual fruit that had been planted in the cave for many years was ready for a good sleep. .
As a fire dragon with a quasi-Sun level cultivation and a noble dragon bloodline, it is the king of hundreds of miles around, and no monster dares to challenge its majesty!
However, this overlord in the Beiyuan Forest was completely unaware that an illusory black figure was floating above its head.
In front of the figure, there was a blood-colored crystal floating, and invisible energy enveloped the fire dragon's body.
The traces of life origin on its body passed quietly and were all integrated into the blood-colored crystal.
But this passage was not fast, and it did not make it feel uncomfortable. Instead, it made it feel sleepy.
He opened his mouth and let out a big yawn. Jiaolong's eyelids drooped and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.
But the next moment.
"Rumble...!"
Suddenly, where it is
A big mountain shook violently, as if it was impacted by some kind of energy.
The dragon suddenly woke up and became furious. He was the king of hundreds of miles around. Who dared to touch its cave?
But when it roared angrily and raised its head, it happened to see a figure falling from the sky at the entrance of the volcano.
The man stretched out his big hand, the void collapsed, the laws collapsed, and a palm print that covered the sky and the sun came towards it to suppress it.
Seeing such a scene for the first time in his life, Jiaolong was so frightened that he twitched all over and managed to avoid fainting.
What a terrifying human being. Could this aura be that of a sun-level power, or something even more powerful?
The instinct of survival made it burst out with tenacious will, even under the terrifying pressure, it was unable to fly away.
It simply gritted its teeth, and like a rolling earthworm, it jumped into the magma pool while rolling and crawling, and then desperately drilled into the depths of the magma pool.
Until he got to the bottom of the magma pool, he felt the violent shaking of the mountain, and the terrifying energy fluctuations that could destroy him countless times. .five
It shrank into a ball in fear, shivered, and buried its head at the bottom of the magma pool.
For a long time, everything seemed to calm down.
The dragon slowly pulled its head out of the ground and found that the magma around it had spread out, flooding hundreds of miles of land, and the volcano it had lived in for many years had also disappeared.
At that moment, it knew that its home had been demolished.
So, with grief, anger and fear, it became a wandering king...
At the same time, a ray of light flashed above the Qianlan Empire ship and flew back to the training room on top of the ship.
This is the Han Feng that has gone and returned, and it only takes a stick of incense to come and go.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the practice room, casually adding a layer of isolation and restriction.
Spreading his right hand, a Gang Qi shield appeared, in which floating a few inches tall, purple-black, whose appearance was unclear.
The aura of this villain was no stranger to Han Feng.
It was exactly the kind of "underworld slave" he caught at the Eye of Lingquan in Tai'an City before.
Following the message just passed through the Fudi Order, Han Feng went directly to the entrance of the volcano. Sure enough, he saw the hidden slave, and immediately took action to capture him.
The strength of this underworld slave was similar to what Han Feng encountered last time.
With Han Feng's current cultivation level and his understanding of the characteristics of these underworld slaves who are afraid of the masculine energy of blood, it is naturally very easy to deal with them.
Seeing that the opponent wanted to escape into the volcanic lava, Han Feng flattened the volcano with one palm, scattered the opponent's body in two or two blows, imprisoned his soul, and brought him back for torture.
At this moment, the underworld slave was in Han Feng's palm, trembling and pleading.
"Senior, please let me go."
Without saying a word, Han Feng shrank the Gang Qi shield in his hand, and the terrifying power of Qi and blood swept through him, burning the opponent with green smoke. After he was in pain, he spoke coldly.
"Tell me, what were you doing just now?"
The Ming slave was half-dead after being taken care of by Han Feng, and he was filled with fear. When Han Feng asked, he said without hesitation.
"Senior, I...I am responsible for collecting the life source of powerful spiritual warriors or monsters."
As he spoke, Han Feng didn't need to ask any questions, and a blood-colored crystal floated out of his body.
Han Feng only took one look and recognized that it was the original blood essence.
"Besides this thing, what else do you have on you?"
Han Feng was wondering if the other party also had the kind of beads used to collect the energy of chaos.
However, the Ming slave shook his head quickly, and even though Han Feng tortured him with Gang Qi, he only said that he had nothing left.
Han Feng was doubtful and began to ask the other party who sent him and how many companions he had, but the other party refused to tell him no matter what.
When Han Feng was about to use some special means to force a confession.
The familiar scene appeared again. A strange bloody mark appeared in the body of the slave, and it disappeared in front of Han Feng.
Moreover, he really doesn’t have that kind of
round beads.
Seeing this situation, Han Feng was secretly wary.
He tested and found that the Nether Clan had already taken action. There were obviously more than one or two of these Nether Slaves. Perhaps, they were now quietly spreading across the continent.
Some are collecting the energy of chaos, and some are collecting the origin of life.
Han Feng vaguely felt that the Nether Clan was brewing an amazing plan.
It's a pity that these underworld slaves are subject to a mysterious restriction and cannot reveal any secrets at all.
While feeling uneasy in his heart, Han Feng took out the Blessed Land Token again and held it in his hand.
From this point of view, not all of the energy he injected was wasted.
The Order of the Blessed Land can actually sense the existence of the underworld slave, but the radiation range seems to be only about a thousand miles.
Han Feng still felt somewhat comforted.
These underworld slaves are very good at hiding their breath and body shape. Even if they are too far away, it is difficult for him to detect them.
Now that he has the Blessed Land Order in hand, he can easily discover the hidden slaves within a thousand miles.
If you are lucky, it will be an unexpected surprise to catch the underworld slave who is responsible for collecting the energy of chaos.
As for these primitive blood essences, they are condensed from the life source of living beings. They are also extremely precious. Han Feng kept them all.
After doing all this, he entered meditation again, but he attached a ray of spiritual thought to the Blessed Land Order.
The Beiyuan forest is so vast, with countless monsters and monsters. There is definitely more than one slave like this.
He can harvest some crops along the way, and maybe there will be unexpected harvests...
