Half a quarter later, the energy storm gradually subsided.

After observing the sound for a while, he found that there was still no life in the main hall, so Han Feng and Feng Lei Gan cautiously flew into the main hall.

When Han Feng and Feng Lei Gan just stepped into the main hall, they were immediately stunned by the scene in the hall.

The hall was smoky, and the air smelled of pungent sulfur.

In the center of the main hall, there was a mess, gravel was scattered everywhere, the huge statue was blown off, only the lower half of the body was left, where Long Huai and the middle-aged man fought before, there was a strange extra four or five zhang long and wide, a large hole in the shape of a square, red and hot magma continued to emerge from the big hole like a spring, and slowly flowed around the main hall.

Between the gravel, a blackened, ragged figure lay sideways, unaware of life and death.

From the clothes he was wearing, Han Feng could identify that this person was Long Huai, who had fought with the middle-aged man before.

"Finally solved this trouble!" Han Feng let out a long exhale, and then a smile appeared on his face.

However, when he swept his gaze to the other side of the hall, he found a familiar figure lying quietly on the side of the hall wall.

"Thunder Beast!" Han Feng was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he exhaled lightly, then turned his head to the Wind Thunder Gan who was following behind and said in a deep voice: "Wind Thunder Senior, please take the Thunder Beast away from here first!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

Feng Lei bowed down and responded without thinking. Then his figure flashed, and he galloped away in the direction of the Thunder Guiding Beast.

After a few breaths, Feng Lei Gan had already come to the side of the Thunder Guiding Beast, he bowed down and carried the Thunder Guiding Beast to his shoulders and went straight to the entrance of the main hall, disappearing in the main hall in an instant. There was no mud and water in the action, and the execution of the order was so strong that Han Feng smacked his tongue.

After seeing Feng Lei Gan leave the main hall, Han Feng walked slowly towards the innermost part of the inner hall.

A moment later, Han Feng came to the statue.

When leaving the Treasure Palace, the old man in the green robe once said to Han Feng that the Lingyan Lotus Platform was a companion creature of the fire attribute space. And this hall was empty except for this statue, so Han Feng suspected that the fire attribute space should be hidden in this statue.

Thinking about it, Han Feng began to investigate this statue very carefully, inside and out.

As the investigation deepened, the disappointment on Han Feng's face gradually became stronger, and it was obvious that his exploration of the statue did not get the desired results.

After a few breaths, Han Feng exhaled lightly, leaned back against the statue, pinched his chin with his right hand, and stared at the rotating turquoise lotus platform above the air in thought.

"Could it be that the fire attribute space is placed in the golden egg on the lotus platform! But this is impossible! The golden egg releases a breath that is the same as that of the dragon huai, and it stands to reason that this golden egg should be a dragon egg!"

Han Feng said to himself: "It seems that I can only go up and see the confusion in my heart!"

As soon as the words fell, Han Feng kicked the ground with his right foot, his body soared into the air, and slowly flew towards the Lingyan Lotus Platform.

In this space, there are dangers lurking, and there is a strange atmosphere everywhere. This made Han Feng have to be vigilant and cautious everywhere when acting.

However, it was Han Feng's rigorous mind that saved him again!

Just as Han Feng was approaching the Lingyan Lotus Platform, an inexplicable palpitation surged into his heart, and then, a sharp sound of breaking the air came from behind.

Han Feng was horrified in his heart, and subconsciously turned his body, only to see a golden fist* Fang Tian's painting halberd slashing past his chest like a meteor. Then it was nailed to the Lingyan Lotus Platform, swaying, and constantly emitting a piercing sound.

"It's Long Huai!" Looking at the golden Fangtian painting halberd that was constantly swaying on the Lingyan Lotus Platform, Han Feng's mind suddenly flashed the appearance of Long Huai, and at the same time, with a "bang", he pulled out the blood-red long sword behind his back, and looked around vigilantly.

"Boy, you're very vigilant! as long as you give me that sword in your hand, I'll let you out of here!"

As this disdainful voice fell, an extremely embarrassed figure suddenly flashed out of the smoke.

This figure is the dragon huai who fought with the middle-aged man before!

"You want this sword in my hand, then you have to see if you have the ability!" Han Feng said coldly.

Maybe Long Huai didn't say the words "let Han Feng leave", Han Feng might choose to escape from the hall immediately, however, Long Huai's statement that there were no three hundred taels of silver here confirmed what Han Feng thought in his heart: he must have been injured, and it was a very serious injury!

"Spirit Master First Order!" Long Huai said coldly: "Boy, although my cultivation is a big loss now, it is easier to kill you than to crush an ant all the time!"

Without the cover of the Lingyue Jade Scroll, Han Feng's cultivation was unobstructed in Long Huai's eyes, which was also the biggest reason why Long Huai was calm.

"Really, then I want to see how you crushed me!" Han Feng stared at Long Huai with disdain and said coldly.

The dragon clan prides itself on being the head of all living beings, and its heart is arrogant, how can it allow others to trample on it at will! Long Huai was furious when he heard this, and an earth-shattering killing intent spread out from his body. Then he slapped it with a "bang". The palm wind is cold, and the palm technique is even more weird, for a while, the palm shadow is like a mountain, and the palm wind is like a wave, shrouding Han Feng in a palm shadow.

However, Long Huai's palm is fast, and Han Feng's dodging figure is faster, and the thunder step is matched with the ghost shadow and illusion, which plays an incredible role, at this time, Han Feng's figure does not seem to be an entity, but has become a golden lightning, an ethereal and ethereal flying soul.

Let's ask - a golden lightning, an ethereal and ethereal flying soul, no matter how fast Long Huai's palm is, how can it hit?

"The body technique is very good! This is the proof for you to compete with me!" The old man in black flashed in surprise, but his hand did not stop, and the palm strength was even better than before, like a wild wave after wave, I am afraid that it is a powerhouse in the realm of the general spirit king, even if he is not hanged under such a palm power, he is also pressed to burst the meridians.

In the face of Long Huai's terrifying attack, Han Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart, blindly dodging will only become more and more passive, it is better to attack and defend, if you can't win, then you will run away, your life will be gone, even if you get the fire attribute space, it will be useless!

Thinking about it, Han Feng suddenly let out a long roar, and the person rushed out of his palm shadow like a frightened dragon. Then Han Feng's body flickered, the sword was like cold lightning, and he shook out those shocking and unpredictable sword moves in the remnant sword technique, and in an instant, the sword qi in the hall was vertical and horizontal, and the blood was soaring to the sky.

The next moment, the two figures flashed and collided, sometimes with a series of chaotic sounds, sometimes intermittently, and no one knew how many moves they had made.

Suddenly, only a "bang" was heard, and the two figures suddenly separated, and the sword light and palm wind suddenly disappeared. And Han Feng floated out dozens of steps after being weird, and then stabilized his figure.

Between Han Feng and Long Huai, it can be seen that a golden neatly edged broken sleeve is constantly floating in the space, it is obvious that this broken sleeve should come from Long Huai's robe, and it was also cut off by the sword in Han Feng's hand