Time flies by like a blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, the demonic path has launched a war against the righteous path. More than half a year has passed.
For behemoths such as good and evil, this is just a blink of an eye, and the war is still just the beginning.
The vanguard of the demonic path is wreaking havoc on the borders of the righteous sects, occupying cities, residences, and resource points...
The righteous side focuses on defense, aiming to delay the offensive momentum of the demonic side, and quickly makes various arrangements internally to prepare for the subsequent escalation of the war.
At this time, on the southern border of Taiqing Sect, a mine hidden in a defensive circle was as calm as ever.
In the few months since Han Feng and others came to the mine, the Demonic Dao had only sent out a small-scale team to harass the guerrillas in the surrounding area, and there had never been a battle at the human-god level between the two sides.
Therefore, everyone in the mine went about their duties and it was relatively peaceful.
At this time, in the center of the mineral vein, there was a parlor in a private garden.
"Senior Brother Chen, thank you for the elixir!"
In the hall, Han Feng greeted middle-aged Taoist Chen Zhanyuan, cupped his fists and saluted, and took a jade bottle from the other man's hand.
He carefully opened the jade bottle, and a refreshing fragrance filled the air, making Han Feng feel refreshed!
"It's indeed the Falling Dust Pill!"
Opposite him, Chen Zhanyuan stroked his silver beard with his hand and smiled faintly.
"Junior Brother Han, you are so polite. This Dust Falling Pill is useless to me, and Fellow Daoist Han bought it for the same amount of merit, so Pindao will not suffer at all."
Han Feng received the Falling Dust Pill and felt very happy.
His injury had healed more than a month ago, and then Han Feng went to the station to inquire about the Dust Falling Pill.
Because he was in a mineral vein and could not return to his sect to redeem the elixir, Han Feng did not hold out much hope.
Unexpectedly, he learned that Chen Zhanyuan, a monk in the middle stage of the human-god realm, had a dust-falling pill in his hand.
Han Feng came today and had prepared a lot of words and bargaining chips in exchange for this elixir.
After all, the Dust Falling Pill is very precious, not to mention it is at a time when good and evil are fighting, supplies are scarce, and movement is inconvenient.
Unexpectedly, the result was surprisingly smooth. Han Feng only spent the same amount of merit points to obtain the Dust Falling Pill.
Although Chen Zhanyuan acted very casually, Han Feng understood the reason after thinking about it for a while.
First of all, it should be because Chen Zhanyuan saw that he had a very good relationship with Zhang Yuanying and Luo Chan, so it was considered as giving them face.
Secondly, it is the strength he has shown, his record of defeating the strong men in the human-god realm with his mastery realm cultivation.
Even if Chen Zhanyuan didn't regard himself as an equal, he wouldn't mind using a Dust Falling Pill as a favor.
Although Han Feng didn't want to owe anyone a favor, he was in urgent need of Chenchen Pill, so he could only remember this favor and repay it in the future.
Later, Han Feng returned to his villa and practiced in seclusion again...
A month later, dark clouds gathered over Han Feng's garden, thunder rolled, and a scene of a natural disaster appeared.
This scene attracted Zhang Yuanying, Luo Chan, Chen Zhanyuan and several other powerful people in the human-god realm to show up to observe.
I thought I could witness Han Feng's breakthrough in crossing the tribulation, but I didn't expect that the tribulation clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace at the last moment.
Then Han Feng, who looked helpless, walked out of the garden to meet everyone.
Seeing that Han Feng failed to overcome the disaster again, everyone stepped forward to comfort him.
Especially Chen Zhanyuan and others, after learning that Han Feng had failed to attack the human-god realm for the third time, they all tacitly believed that Han Feng had no chance of reaching the human-god realm in this life.
Because the human-god realm levels are getting harder and harder every time, and if you fail three times in a row, it will be impossible to even touch that bottleneck in the future.
Therefore, Chen Zhanyuan, Li Tong and Fan Qiuyue, the three human-god realm monks who were originally quite enthusiastic about Han Feng, also had subtle changes in their attitudes and became a little distant.
On the other hand, Zhang Yuanying and Luo Chan were very close to Han Feng as always.
Han Feng was well aware of this and did not show any abnormalities, but was silently talking to himself in his heart.
"Another kind of mystical power has been gathered together.
, there are only two secrets left to reach the human-god realm! "
After this incident, the mine quickly returned to its former tranquility.
But this tranquility did not last long. With the frontal battlefield, the devil accelerated the pace of invasion, and the battle between good and evil began to heat up.
In the area where this Yuanshi mineral vein is located, the number of demonic monks gradually increased, and they began to launch frequent attacks on the mineral vein. Many battles broke out between the two sides around the mineral vein.
From the very beginning, the battles at the Holy level and the Domination realm gradually increased in scale and level. The powerful men in the Human and God realms on both sides occasionally started to fight each other, causing casualties on each other.
As one of the garrison personnel, Han Feng was inevitably involved in various battles.
During the conquest with the demonic monks, Han Feng took the opportunity to continuously hone his eternal marksmanship and three-dimensional integration skills.
At the same time, he accumulated merit points by killing demons and demons. After returning to the Taiqing Sect, he planned to exchange for a Dust Falling Pill and go to Deacon Duan to get back the Dust Falling Pill that he owed him.
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng has been stationed at the mine for his third year.
On this day, on a barren ridge southwest of the mine, countless large craters were blasted out of the ground, thick smoke billowed, and the battlefield was in a mess.
At this time, in the void, two figures faced each other in the sky.
One person was wearing a black robe, a red scarf on his head, and holding a crescent shovel with a ghost head. He was a bald man with a ferocious face.
The other man was wearing a light blue Taoist uniform, with a jade belt tied around his waist, and holding a red gold spear, showing off his sharp edge.
"You brat, was it you who injured Junior Brother Wang and killed so many of my Blood Spirit Sect members?"
Faced with the question from the bald man, the Taoist young man said calmly: "Since you have already come to the door, why say more."
This young Taoist is none other than Han Feng.
In the past two years, since Han Feng mastered the power of the three attributes, he has devoted himself to training, fighting with demonic monks, honing his marksmanship and secret skills, and his strength has been constantly improving.
During this period, he killed a large number of demon monks and gained quite a reputation among the good and demons near the mine.
Several times during this period, there were demonic and divine monks who wanted to kill Han Feng, but Han Feng retreated unscathed.
Today, he was out on inspection, but was intercepted by this demonic monk in the divine realm.
The two fought against each other for several times, and Han Feng had already figured out the opponent's strength.
The initial level of cultivation in the human-god realm was only slightly better than that of the young man surnamed Wang who was severely injured by him.
He used the power of his spiritual mind to explore again and sensed that there was no more demonic monk around, and Han Feng's eyes gradually became cold.
After practicing for many days, I have reached a bottleneck. It is time to find a qualified opponent.
Moreover, if you can kill a powerful person in the human-god realm, the merit points gained will be extremely astonishing.
Sensing the murderous intent in Han Feng's eyes, the bald man became violent.
"Hmph, kid, I don't know what conspiracy method you used to defeat Junior Brother Wang, but today you faced me, you..."
"Whoosh, whoosh...!"
Before the other party could finish his harsh words, Han Feng shot out like a shooting star chasing the moon.
When the big man saw this, his eyes shrank, the crescent shovel in his hand was filled with blood, and he fought with Han Feng.
The two go head-to-head, competing in moves and techniques.
The crescent shovel in the big man's hand was mysterious and ever-changing, showing extraordinary skill.
However, Han Feng's marksmanship has already entered the realm of transformation, and the secrets in the eternal marksmanship have made him great. The seemingly simple marksmanship has reached the state of returning to nature.
The two fought for more than ten rounds, but the big man actually fell into a disadvantage and was much inferior in skill.
Upon noticing this, the bald man was shocked and angry, and he suddenly circulated all the energy in his body. The vast wave of Yuanli drove the godhead, and a burst of mystical power blessed his body.
What this bald man understood was the rare "Storm Secret".
Blessed by the power of mysteries, the power of the big man's crescent shovel surged. When he danced at will, it was like a roaring storm, and the billowing power rushed towards Han Feng.
Han Feng was suppressed and pushed all the way by this terrifying force. When he was about to lose, he decisively triggered the three types of "water, fire, and wood"
Bless your body with the power of mysteries.
At the beginning, he only relied on the two profound powers of "water and fire", but he was not far behind the power of the young man named Wang.
Now that the power of the three mysteries is superimposed, he is finally on par with the bald man.
The two competed fiercely, and they were indistinguishable.
Han Feng, who successfully tested his strength, became more courageous as he fought and finally no longer held back.
"Nine-character magical power, Xingzijue, Douzijue, open!"
At the same time, two great magical powers were activated to bless his body. Han Feng's speed and offensive power skyrocketed in vain.
A shot blasted out, with a golden light that directly sent the bald man flying with his shovel.
Han Feng gained the upper hand and was not merciful. He bombarded all the way, shocking the mountains and rivers, and killed the strong man of the God Realm of the Blood Spirit Sect, leaving him covered with bruises and retreating step by step.
Finally, the spear in his hand accumulated energy and burst into dazzling golden light.
"The two secrets of eternal marksmanship - killing gods!"
"boom……!"
This shot directly smashed the bald man into a towering mountain. The terrifying impact caused the entire mountain to shatter and collapse.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, a bald man with a gray face and a blood-stained body was revealed in the void.
He looked at Han Feng with wide eyes, full of shock.
"Damn it, how could I lose to a master monk?"
The big man's eyes fluctuated violently, and finally there was a look of madness.
The next moment, he exploded the profound power of his godhead to the extreme, and the momentum around him surged. A terrifying bloody storm emerged from the crescent shovel in his hand.
"Blood Moon Storm Slash"
The crescent shovel in the bald man's hand danced wildly in the void, and countless mystical powers gathered like threads to form a dazzling bloody waning moon, which he slashed down towards Han Feng.
The terrifying power shook the world and locked Han Feng's body and soul.
Facing the most powerful blow from a powerful man in the human-god realm, Han Feng did not dare to be careless. He fully empowered the God-Destroying Spear with the power of the three mysteries, and used the eternal marksmanship again, soaring into the sky.
The second before the spear and the blood moon clashed, Han Feng simultaneously detonated the three energies of "jing, Qi and Shen" in his body.
"Three Yuan Fusion Technique!"
"Bang...!"
In the end, the spear intertwined with the blood moon, and with a burst of light as bright as daylight, a figure flew out at high speed, it was the strong man from the Blood Spirit Sect.
At this moment, blood sprayed all over his body, his body was on the verge of breaking apart, and one of his left arms was cut off completely.
At this moment, the man's face was full of fear and he couldn't care less.
A talisman was sacrificed, and with a flash of blood, it turned into a escaping light and escaped at great speed, escaping from the battlefield.
When the smoke and dust in the void dispersed, Han Feng's figure appeared.
At this moment, his clothes were torn and there were many wounds, but the injuries were obviously not serious.
Looking at the direction in which the other party was escaping, he had no intention of chasing him. He just sat cross-legged and used magic to calm down the three restless energies in his body.
After dozens of breaths passed, Han Feng let out a long breath, and a trace of the strange blush on his face slowly faded away.
Han Feng said to himself thoughtfully: "My current strength is completely comparable to the enemy's early stage monks in the divine realm. If I use the Three-Yuan Combination Technique, I can even defeat them.
Not only that, as I deepen my practice in the Three Elements Combination Technique, my control over the three energies of essence, energy and spirit becomes more and more precise, and the backlash force can also be greatly reduced. "
Han Feng quickly summarized the battle just now and was quite satisfied with his current strength.
It's a pity that although he already has the fighting power of the human-god realm, it is still very difficult to kill a strong man in the human-god realm.
"It's not a good time to stay here for a long time. Let's go back first."
Han Feng was about to stay away from this place when his eyes suddenly moved and he looked at the messy battlefield ground and a deep, charred pit.
There was actually a bloody severed arm in the pit, which was the arm of the bald man.
What really caught Han Feng's attention was a jet black ring the man wore on his finger.
"Storage ring!"
