Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed since the battle in the inner area of Wushen Mountain.
The inner area of Mohegan Mountain is deep in dense forests. The earth shook violently, the forest collapsed in pieces, and from time to time, loud roars of beasts could be heard.
Finally, with an unwilling roar and a muffled groan, everything came to an abrupt end. Not long after, there was a huge swamp in the forest. One of them was a giant python that had been entrenched in the swamp for many years, swallowing up countless wild beasts and dominating one area.
At this moment, the body was overturned on the shore of Daze, leaving only a huge twisted crystal skeleton in the center of the skeleton.
A young man is hanging in the air with his legs crossed, his expression calm and natural, as if he is meditating! But at this moment, there was a vast river of qi and blood in his body, rushing crazily.
It is running on a mysterious and complicated route. The majestic and pure power of Qi and blood not only nourishes the young man's physical body, but also opens up the potential of his body with a mysterious force, allowing every cell in him to begin to evolve and improve.
At this moment, on Han Feng's right arm, seven gleaming golden witch patterns lit up again. As the light became hotter and hotter, it reached a peak.
"Boom...!" With an explosion, a terrifying energy overflowed from his body, directly dispersing the surrounding giant python skeletons and turning them into powder.
"Buzz...!" Finally, the eighth golden witch pattern condensed on Han Feng's arm.
"It's done!" Han Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes shot through the mountains, rocks and giant trees, with terrifying power.
After two months of crazy hunting and training, Han Feng finally reached the early stage of the Eight Marks. He clenched his fists, and the void exploded, like thunder exploding, and an overwhelming force filled his body.
Feeling this long-lost powerful force, Han Feng was extremely excited. If he had met Yao Qizhong and others that day, he would have had the power he has now.
"Hehe...!" Han Feng sneered, but at the same time he was secretly surprised. He clearly felt that his vitality was not fully charged yet, and his energy and blood power had not yet reached its peak.
You must know that before this, Han Feng's peak qi and blood power was almost the same as the total amount of qi and blood contained in his body now.
But Han Feng felt that his body was not full yet and could still hold more energy, and his cultivation level could still be improved.
As soon as his mind changed, he understood.
"It must be the Hunyuan Art. In the process of practicing this combat method, my body has evolved, my body has been strengthened, and my energy and blood capacity has greatly increased!" Han Feng was secretly happy. In this way, he could also hunt wild animals and kill wild animals. Beast, quickly increase your strength and reach your physical limit!
Thinking of this, he became very motivated and immediately wanted to pick another prey in the inner area. It is best to try it if you are above the middle stage of the Eight Patterns, late stage of the Eight Patterns, or even at the peak of the Eight Patterns.
The power of this Hunyuan decisive battle method far exceeded Han Feng's imagination. The degree of compression of his energy and blood was so abnormal that it was easy to fight across levels.
Just when Han Feng's confidence surged and he was ready to continue hunting.
"Chirp...!" Deep in the forest, a scream resounded through the sky, the sound was clear and piercing the heart. Han Feng's heart froze, and he suddenly thought of something. He immediately used the Twelve Demonic Heavens' Dharma, transformed into the Cang Luan divine bird, and spread its wings to fly high.
When the Korean wind soars into the sky, you can see a sky and earth filled with auspicious glow in the center of the inner area.
A phoenix divine bird exuding colorful rays of light and a breathtaking breath spreads its wings and soars. It seemed to be waving its wings slowly, but it was flying in the direction of him in an instant.
Han Feng did not dare to act rashly, he just flashed his wings as if passing by. Seeing the phoenix coming nearby in a blink of an eye, he also imitated the other person, chirped, and bowed his head respectfully towards the other person, as if he was saying something.
"Boss, I give you my regards." The colorful phoenix glanced at the Cangluan Divine Bird, and like a god patrolling its territory, it proudly flew over and circled in place.
Glancing at the ashes beside the swamp, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he spread his wings and flew back to the core area.
After the other party left, Han Feng quickly spread his wings, flew thousands of miles away, dropped down and turned into a human body.
"Huh... I finally got over it." Han Feng breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was secretly horrified at how powerful these true spirits were.
These true spirits should have reached the level of nine lines of cultivation and the strength of the semi-saint level. Moreover, they are all ancient alien species with extremely high blood purity.
Han Feng once saw a real dragon here. The power of the dragon was far beyond the comparison of the Dark Dragon King and the Golden Holy Dragon.
Unless Han Feng himself has reached the Nine Marks cultivation level, he would not dare to compete with these true spirits. More importantly, as he took root in the inner area, he continued to hunt high-level wild beasts to regain his strength.
The true spirit in the core area seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and flew out to patrol after checking. Fortunately, the Twelve Demon Heaven Dharma that Han Feng practiced was extremely mysterious and could perfectly hide his aura.
Therefore, as long as there is a true spirit, Han Feng will immediately transform and sneak past like before. Although he knew that most of these true spirits had some doubts, Han Feng still decided.
Hunt down a few more high-level wild beasts, the more ferocious and pure their essence and blood are, the better, and finish the last few kills. Once you have recovered to your peak, leave immediately.
Han Feng also smiled bitterly when he thought about how cautious he was, hiding here and there, and pretending to be a younger brother to the real spirit.
"There is no way, the situation is stronger than the human being. If I can really advance to the Nine Marks, there are so many true spirits in the core area, and the essence and blood of these mythical beasts, hehe..." Han Feng suddenly had a bold idea in his mind.
Soon he was hunting again. ...Ten days later, at the top of Mohegan Mountain.
"Bang...!" With a dull loud noise, the bronze door of Jinshenshan Hall was slammed open by a huge force!
Immediately, dozens and nearly a hundred escaping lights rushed into the hall and surrounded everyone in the hall.
"Hahaha...!" At this moment, a burst of wild laughter spread into the hall.
"Yao Zhong, the last line of defense of your Golden God Mountain Hall has been broken by me. Do you still want to resist?" Along with this manic laughter, five escaping lights with a terrifying aura came in an instant and appeared. In the center of the hall, the door was closed.
The leader was two meters tall, as tall as an iron tower, with fierce eyes and impressive energy. This person is none other than the Great Protector of Jinshen Mountain, Yao Xiong.
The two people on his left are also wearing the Golden God Mountain Protector Armor, one of them is the Second Protector Yao Qizhong. The other person is a middle-aged woman with a strong body and average appearance. This person is the third protector of Jinshenshan, Yao Jinghong.
The two people on Yao Xiong's right were wearing red battle armor, and their auras were equally terrifying. A red-haired young man with early eight-mark strength.
And the strong man with a red dragon tattooed on his face is even more powerful than Yao Xiong, reaching the late stage of the Eighth Pattern.
Five eight-marked masters appeared in the main hall of Jinshenshan at the same time, and the terrifying aura erupted like a mountain torrent. Pressed deep in the hall, more than a dozen figures could not breathe.
At this moment, directly in front of the main hall, on the throne of the Mountain Lord. Wearing a golden robe, Yao Zhong, with a purple complexion and a thin face, sat on it.
Beside him were the Fourth Protector Yao Hushan and the eldest daughter of Jinshenshan Yao Yuelan. There were more than a dozen figures standing in front of the three of them, all of them were elders of Jinshenshan who swore allegiance to Yao Zhong.
However, at this moment, these elders, and even Yao Hushan, seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle. At this moment, everyone was injured and dripping with blood.
Even Yao Hushan, who was in the middle stage of the eighth pattern, was pale. There was a scar on his chest from a battle axe. The bone was deeply visible. The wound was faintly black, indicating that he had been poisoned.
Facing Yao Xiong and his party who invaded the main hall, everyone's expressions were extremely ugly. Only the mountain owner Yao Zhong could maintain his final composure.
"Yao Xiong, you are indeed rebelling!" It turns out that more than two months ago, the conspiracy between Yao Xiong and Yao Qizhong was exposed.
The two of them did not return to the Golden God Mountain, but directly gathered the troops and strong men to fight towards the Golden God Mountain. As for Jinshen Mountain, Yao Hushan and Yao Yuelan also summoned their strong men to fight against them.
The two sides fought for more than two months. As the third protector Yao Jinghong switched sides, Yao Xiong invited two more eight-marked warriors to help him fight.
The headquarters of Jinshenshan was finally defeated. Being swept away by the enemy, they finally broke through the headquarters of Mohegan Mountain today and surrounded everyone in the hall.
At this moment, Yao Xiong looked directly at Yao Zhong with cold eyes.
"Lord Mountain Master, this is the last time I call you this. If you are wise, you can take the initiative to abdicate and hand over the laws of the Mohegan Mountain to me. In memory of the kindness of the past, I may be able to spare your life. After all, you have no How many days to live?"
