Since Han Feng's eyes flashed with fierceness, since he had come to this point, where would he dodge, he immediately greeted them and fought with them.

I have to say that the attack of the corpse insect beast is too single, although the attack power is strong, comparable to the Fake Dan Realm, but the shortcomings are also obvious, that is, the speed and flexibility of the transfer are not enough, and many times their attacks are missed, and they are not as mobile as Han Feng.

So the more Han Feng fought, the more he understood this, and simply removed the blood-colored giant tiger outside his body, reducing consumption at the same time, he also reduced the area of the blow, and only condensed a layer of seemingly thin but thick blood-colored light on the surface of his body, mixed in the blood water, almost imperceptible, fighting with their two powerful corpse insects and beasts, a large area of black fire marks were thrown out, and the blood and water were surging, blowing them all over, and those black flames diffused, more like their nemesis, to the yang to the strong, burning them not lightly.

Han Feng became more and more courageous, and in less than half a pillar of incense, he killed these two corpse insect beasts, took out their cores, and got two more emerald spars.

After a while, he recovered the soul power he had consumed by absorbing the cool air flow oozing from a turquoise crystal, and further expanded his soul sea, allowing it to continue to settle contentedly.

At this moment, he hoped to encounter more corpse insect beasts comparable to the monks of the False Dan Realm, because only corpse insect beasts of this level had emerald spars in their bodies, and the rest of the corpse insect beasts with a body size of less than ten zhang did not have them.

It's a pity that the heavens don't obey people's wishes, and he has settled three hundred zhang again, and he hasn't seen any corpses, insects and beasts, as if they are all afraid of him.

Just when he sighed secretly, a stone pillar of different heights suddenly appeared below, and when he walked forward, it turned out to be a pillar of the reef, large and small, presumably those islands on the lake are on top of these stone pillars, but it is too long, here is more than a thousand zhang away from the lake, and I don't know how these things are derived.

In his contemplation, he continued to sneak down, and after half a cup of tea, he finally came to the bottom of the lake, between a large number of stone pillars, as if he was in a stone forest, and felt a little strange.

At the bottom of the lake is an uneven stone face, which feels the same as the stone walls of the passages, and there is a feeling of unity.

"Maybe the entire dungeon is one, and nothing is patchwork!" Han Feng suddenly came up with such an idea for some reason.

The blood around him was even thicker, and it was slightly blackened, making the range of his vision smaller, and even if he used his soul power, it would only cover a radius of ten zhang, making him walk like ice and step forward cautiously.

At this moment, there are no more corpses, insects and beasts, there is a dead silence in all directions, and even the fluctuations of blood and water are not visible, which makes people think about it, and in such a special environment, it is easy to feel afraid.

Han Feng was a little nervous even if he was a master of art, but he didn't flinch, if he went up to the lake, it would be endless, and after a long time, it was very likely that he would be squeezed dry by the silent devouring power, he didn't want to die in a daze.

And here, that strange devouring power somehow disappeared, although the blood was thicker, but there was a feeling of warmth pouring into his body, but he still used the Yao Sun Heavenly Technique to form a hot diaphragm on the surface of his body to block it, and he didn't dare to absorb these powers of unknown origin.

As for Yan Yanfang, he really didn't dare to believe it anymore, he always felt that she was injured by the sound wave of the ghost fire, and then woke up from the coma, it seemed that there was a big difference, as if she had been awakened or something, especially the methods she showed were much more clever, and the cracking of the mirror array made him suspicious.

Although he is not a mature formation mage, he has also learned something from the formation cheats book obtained by Long Min, and knows that the mirror array is a formation of more than ten grades, but the other party can use the black compass to break through a hole, but he is not a simple formation mage, and he deserves the title of master.

But she obviously only has the soul power cultivation in the early stage of the subtlety, and she can do this, even if the black compass is wonderful, it stands to reason that she is powerless to urge it, unless the formation itself is flawed, and she happens to know it, then it can make sense.

Especially when he was in Dongye City, he entrusted Lin Xiaoyue to investigate Yan Yanfang thoroughly, just before entering the underground palace, he got Lin Xiaoyue's information, Yan Yanfang's information is basically the same as what she said, only one does not match, she is not Yan Longfei's illegitimate daughter, but an adopted daughter, she has no so-called biological mother, and even Lin Xiaoyue did not find out her background, where did she come from.

While walking, Han Feng analyzed all kinds of things that had happened before in his heart, and they were coherent one by one, and the more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became.

Unconsciously, he walked out of thousands of zhang distance, out of this stone forest, to a vacant place, what is more peculiar is that he did not take a few steps forward, a sound of water sounded, he seemed to have crossed a wall of water, suddenly opened up in front of him, there was a clearing without blood and water, not far in front of him there was a mountain, not tall or short, bare, without a little bit of green.

Han Feng was stunned by this mountain, just because there was a person on the mountain, and it was a woman!

It's Yan Yanfang!

At this moment, she was disheveled, her eyes were closed, her body was restrained by small black stones, motionless, as if she was asleep, as if she was dead, there was no breath coming out, not even breathing.

But her face was still ruddy, not completely withered, as if there was still a strong vitality.

Han Feng stepped forward and looked at the woman in front of him seriously, puzzled, why did she look exactly like Yan Yanfang.

"Who is the real Yan Yanfang?!" Han Feng guessed in his heart.

He thought for a while, and was about to climb the mountain when there was a sudden sound of water behind him, and at the same time, a voice came into his ears: "If you want to die, just go up and try!"

Yan Yanfang's transmission!

Han Feng stopped, turned around, stared at her, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?!"

"I'm me, hehe!" Yan Yanfang smiled lightly.

"Who is this person on the mountain!" Han Feng looked at her with a wary face, and shouted loudly.

"She......" Yan Yanfang raised her eyes to look at the person on the mountain, with a complicated look on her face, and said lightly: "Naturally, it's me!"

Then, she smiled, and her smile was like a flower, and she was so beautiful!