On the altar of the Sword Hall Stone City, a wave of killing aura was released from the red pompom, and when he felt this breath, the red crystal ball on the altar stone platform suddenly flashed with lightning, and blood-colored lightning burst out from the red crystal ball towards the sky above the stone city.

Outside the Stone City, by the Great Lake!

Mu Yan and Mu Xue were staring at the stone city above the sky with wide eyes, their faces showing worry!

At this moment, the stone city above the sky was crumbling, and bursts of deafening thunder and blood-colored light came from time to time in the stone city, and the whole scene was like the end of the world!

"Brother, what happened in Shicheng?" Mu Xue asked anxiously: "Han Gongzi won't really have an accident, right?"

"Sister, Han Gongzi's life is tied to the sky, and he has a deep fortune, so he should be fine!"

Although Mu Yan said this, the worried look on his handsome face had completely betrayed him. Mu Xue was worried about Han Feng, it was purely out of the righteousness of a friend, and Mu Yan had more loyalty to his master and servant in addition to the righteousness of a friend. Although Han Feng has never regarded Mu Yan as a slave in his heart, that soul imprint is deeply engraved in Mu Yan's sea of knowledge, which is an unchangeable fact!

"Brother, then what should we do next!" Mu Xue raised her hand and pointed at Shicheng Yaoyao and said, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"

"No! we'll keep waiting here!"

However, as soon as Mu Yan's words fell, a huge blood-red sword qi suddenly rose from the stone city, and immediately after, a powerful energy with terrifying soul pressure rippled from the sword qi from all around.

The towering ancient trees around the lake were instantly shaved bald by this energy.

"It's so strong! It's tyrannical! It's a familiar breath!" Looking at the leaves flying in the sky, Mu Yan and Mu Xue glanced at each other, their eyes showed a look of horror, and they all exclaimed: "It's the breath of Han Gongzi!"

...... Han Feng clenched his teeth tightly in the Soul Suppression Monument, his body kept trembling, and the mung bean-sized drops of sweat on his face were dripping down. His handsome face was completely distorted at this moment, the blue tendons on his forehead appeared like a water snake's head, his eyes bulged out, red as blood, hideous and terrifying, and he looked extremely terrifying!

You can imagine how much pain he is enduring it!

As the figure of the red-robed man beside him gradually disappeared, Han Feng's body once again rose with an incomparably tyrannical aura, which was full of blood, madness, killing, and destruction, as if he wanted to devour heaven and earth and destroy everything.

"Ah......h

At this moment, Han Feng couldn't bear it anymore, he covered his head with his hands, and let out a crazy roar from his mouth, the whole person seemed to have entered a state of madness, his hands kept waving in the air, as if he was killing frantically in the battlefield, as if he wanted to destroy everything that stood in his way.

"Master, stick to your heart and inject the killing qi of Zhantian into the Soul Suppression Monument!"

Just as Han Feng was on the verge of madness, Ling Yue's beautiful and weak voice came from the space of the Soul Suppression Monument again.

"Senior...... How to stay true to your heart...... How to separate the killing energy...... I feel physically ...... now It's about to explode!" Han Feng responded intermittently.

"Hold on to the gods and keep one, all thoughts are empty, evolve yin and yang, and become a world of its own!" Lingyue said.

"I see. Hearing this, Han Feng endured the pain, slowly closed his eyes, and thought about it, as if he had a realization in his mind. Xuan even sat down cross-legged, guarded his mind, and slowly separated the tyrannical aura that belonged to Zhan Tian towards the Soul Suppression Monument.

"......!"

As Zhan Tian's tyrannical aura escaped from his body, a domineering sword groan burst out from Han Feng's body in an instant, and countless blood-colored small swords swirled above Han Feng's head, and then these small swords began to converge, and finally fused perfectly, forming a blood-red long sword that was three feet long and two inches wide.

...... Outside the Beast God Temple, the sky was as black as ink at this moment, and red lightning like a water snake was constantly swimming in the dark clouds, and the rumbling muffled thunder sounded one after another, and the sky was mighty, and it instantly spread throughout the entire Tianyan Grotto.

"Click......!"

Suddenly, after a short breath, a dazzling blood-colored red light suddenly erupted in the sky above the entire Tianyan Grottoes, and countless blood-colored lightning with thick bowls cut through the sky like raindrops and slashed wildly towards the ground.

Long Huai, who was standing in front of the door of the Beast God Temple, seemed to feel something, his face changed suddenly, and he roared: "Hurry up and blast open the door of the Beast God Temple, otherwise everyone will die!"

However, at this moment, everyone still had the heart to listen to Long Huai's instructions, and they each chose to flee, looking for something to cover up to block the blood-colored thunder falling from the sky, and in front of saving their lives, everyone else looked pale and powerless!

"Boom......!"

As the blood thunder fell violently, the sound of explosions continued continuously, and those red vine trees instantly ignited a raging fire, and a dense honeycomb-shaped pit suddenly appeared on the ground of the square, and more than a dozen charred corpses lay in the pit.

...... On the altar of Stone City, as the blood-red crystal ball on the stone platform completely disappeared, countless blood-colored sword rays suddenly burst out from the red pom-pom, and then the red pompom suddenly burst open.

Han Feng's figure suddenly appeared!

Han Feng's eyes were closed, and a bloody aura lingered around him, still maintaining the posture of slashing the stone platform sideways, but at this moment, the Zhantian Sword in Han Feng's hand had disappeared strangely, and there was an ancient scabbard on the ground!

...... Han Feng knew the sea, Lingyue's beautiful eyes were closed, and he sat cross-legged in front of the Soul Suppression Monument, and his jade hands kept forming mysterious handprints.

As silvery-white beams of light shot from his fingertips into the Soul Suppression Monument, above the Soul Suppression Monument, a blood-red three-foot long sword suddenly appeared strangely.

As if feeling something, Lingyue slowly stood up at this moment, with a little more joyful smile on her delicate and pale face, and chanted in her mouth: "Old master, Zhan Tian has finally recognized the master, you can rest in peace!"

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Lingyue's chatter fell, two figures suddenly flashed out of the Soul Suppression Monument, one red and one white, one sword and one person.

These two figures are Han Feng in the Soul Suppression Monument and the blood-red sword that was transformed by tyrannical aura!

"Congratulations master!" Lingyue said.

Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help but nod towards Lingyue, then turned to the blood-red long sword beside him and said, "Zhantian senior, go!"

As the words fell, the blood-red long sword suddenly rose into the air as if it understood Han Feng's words, and shot towards the blood-red three-foot long sword above the Soul Suppression Monument, and instantly disappeared into it!

The next moment, a killing aura once again rushed up from the blood-red long sword, and in the majestic aura, there was a huge breathtaking coercion.

This kind of suppression is very different from the soul suppression of the beast clan or high-level spiritual cultivation.

"Senior, what kind of sword weapon is the Zhantian Sword!"

Feeling the powerful pressure released from the Zhan Tian Sword, Han Feng was extremely shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but ask Lingyue beside him.

"Master, the Zhantian Sword has no grade and no rank!" Lingyue glanced at Han Feng and said lightly: "The strength of the Zhantian Sword is not in the sword itself, but on the strength of your cultivation, master, you will understand in the future!"

However, just as Han Feng and Lingyue were talking, outside the Beast God Temple, an earth-shattering killing quietly came......!