Chapter 286: Dreaming Back to Antiquity

After confirming that Senior Sister Zhang had successfully passed the first level, Han Feng also put down the big stone that had been hanging in his heart, took a big stone to block the entrance of the cave, and he went alone to the edge of the circle with this as the center and a radius of fifty miles to make a probe in case Bi Haisheng came.

Along the way, Han Feng walked very carefully, for fear that he would accidentally run into an inconspicuous Dao mark and fall into the abyss of confusion, becoming one of the many confusions.

On the way, Han Feng admired Senior Sister Zhang more and more, and he didn't know how she found the place where there were only a few Dao marks, since Han Feng came out, the Dao marks were like a vast ocean, all over the place, some strong and some weak, but none of them left a strong coercion, that was from the powerful coercion of the ancient period, the weaker Dao marks were okay, at least they could get closer, and those Dao marks caused by the spells cast by more powerful monks, let alone get closer, even if they were closer, the skin could feel the hard pain。

Step by step, this road is the most difficult road that Han Feng has walked until today, even if he crosses the steps to the sky, he does not have a thousandth of the difficulty of walking in the Thousand Gully Wilderness, this is simply the birthplace of disaster, the birthplace of calamity, if you are not careful, what awaits you is the invasion of the Great Divine Mind into the Sea of Knowledge, you can't resist it, you can only recognize it as another wanderer in the Thousand Gully Wilderness.

Han Feng had never known about the three major dangers of the Western Regions, and he didn't know why the predecessor of the Thousand Gullies Wilderness was, but looking at the surrounding ruins and broken walls, the high mountains with broken peaks, the rivers that were cut in half by a sword, and a huge void area was vacated in the middle, and it was filled into a small lake by the continuous flow of river water, etc., all of which seemed to tell how lush and prosperous the Thousand Gullies Wilderness was before, but after the Second Great War of Man and Demon, it became lifeless, like an old man at dusk, slowly moving towards death。

Suddenly, Han Feng's restless footsteps slowly slowed down, admiring the extra scenery everywhere he went, this was a scene that was difficult to see from the outside at all, magnificent and magnificent, much better than the scene caused by the current monks.

Even Han Feng still stayed in front of some Dao marks that did not contain too strong will, it was a Dao mark mark that was cut with a sword, even after countless years of washing, there was still a sharp sword qi, it didn't seem to be a sword qi, but the sword intent in the heart of the person holding the sword, which made him stay on the vicissitudes of life on the stone for so long.

Closing his eyes and adjusting his breathing, Han Feng's three long and two short breathing patterns made Han Feng quickly calm down his impetuous mind, hold his breath and concentrate, and slowly place his right hand on the stone with a long-standing sword intent.

Before the right hand was put up, a fierce sword intent quickly entered his eyebrows along his right hand, as if he had been stabbed into the center of his eyebrows with a sharp sword, and he could even feel the blood dripping from his eyebrows.

For these, Han Feng just frowned and gritted his teeth before he got through, continuing to feel the artistic conception contained in it.

It seems to have traveled to ancient times, there has been no battle here, and it is still a leafy primeval forest, however, the quiet that people enjoy is disturbed by two teams of men and horses from the east and west on a sudden day, and they have not said a word, and they have a tacit understanding to kick off the prelude to the second war between humans and demons.

Han Feng's vision was blurred, and when his vision was restored again, a strange-shaped creature suddenly appeared in front of him, not only in front of him, but also in all directions, such creatures were fighting against the human race, and such a strange-shaped and ugly creature was also the invader of the Cloud Continent: the Demon Race.

In the heavens and on the ground, as long as there is a vacant position, it will inevitably be occupied by people and demons immediately, and weapons in their hands will clash with each other, fighting to the death.

Suddenly, the alarm bell in Han Feng's heart kept ringing, and Han Feng, who was watching around, was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his mind, and looked forward, and it was the ugly demon clan who was rushing towards him with a thick mace, and his teeth and claws were extremely ugly.

Han Feng was stunned, the other party's aura was extremely powerful, it was not something he could resist at all, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel the attack of that demon for a long time, and there was no injury on his body, he cautiously opened one eye, only to find that the demon body's body was constantly retreating, and this seemed to be repelled by 'himself', or by the human race that his divine consciousness entered.

Looking at his hands, he held a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, the tip of the sword was stained with blood, and the blood was like black ink, it was the demon clan's, and when the demon clan rushed up just now, it was the sword-wielding human race who retreated from the enemy with a sword.

Taking advantage of the victory to pursue, before Han Feng could recover what he meant, he rushed forward again, and the three-foot green blade in his hand kept waving, beating the demon clan and retreating, and the situation was very good, but the sudden change made all his advantages come to naught.

A Terran on the left missed a move, and was cut in half by the fighting demons, and the demons, who had not had time to enjoy the joy of victory, immediately rushed over when they saw that their own clan was being chased and killed.

In the face of the attack of the two demons, the sword-wielding human race was obviously unable to catch it, and after a long battle, there were many injuries on the body, and the waist and abdomen were accidentally cut in half by the demon with the knife, at this moment, a huge knife mark hung on his waist, as long as he moved slightly, he would gasp, that kind of pain was far beyond Han Feng's imagination, and even Han Feng could not understand such a serious injury, what insisted on him to continue fighting?

I couldn't figure it out, Han Feng could only continue to watch, the sword-wielding human race was like the King of Immovable Ming, standing tall and sticking to their battlefield, with a resolute look in his eyes, with an attitude of seeing death as home, 'After this battle, I can't live, but I am ashamed that Qing'er has followed me all my life and failed to give her a day of stability'.

Seeing that the sword-wielding human race was already in the bag, the two demons relaxed their vigilance in their hearts, and the two demons stepped forward side by side, the weapons in their hands crackled in their hands, and walked towards the sword-wielding human race step by step with a cruel smile, ready to torture him before he died.

It was precisely because of their carelessness that they buried their lives with their own hands, and the eyes of the sword-wielding human race suddenly closed, in the eyes of the two demons, they were ready to die, but unexpectedly, when the two demons were only the last zhang away from him, the sword-wielding human race suddenly opened his eyes, and the appearance of the three-foot green blade in his hand appeared in his eyes.