Han Feng was a little farther away, but he also felt a little drunk and dizzy, but the Alchemy Vajra Technique in his body was stimulated, and immediately operated on its own, forming a layer of special power to resist its invasion, and completely refining and digesting the aromas that had infiltrated before, instead allowing his flesh and blood to be moisturized.

He was overjoyed, and quickly stepped forward, inhaling those aromas wildly, making the Alchemy Vajra Technique run faster, constantly transforming the aroma into special spiritual power, enhancing his physical strength, and approaching his limit.

During this time, he began to study the fourth volume of the Alchemy Vajra Technique, but he still couldn't find a way, thinking that he hadn't reached a chance yet, and he might need to reach the limit of his physical body first.

Perhaps, the opportunity is just around the corner, on the body of this epiphany-like spiritual creature.

But when he followed the monks closer to the sand pillar more than ten zhang away, the epiphany-like spiritual creature suddenly moved, as if it had sensed something.

I saw that it was faintly shining, and those aromas in the sky immediately transformed into various weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, and so on, each weapon exuded bursts of coercion, and even the void was shaking slightly, and in an instant, it rushed out and hit their group of monks, without exception, covering it all.

In fact, there are only eight of them in this group of monks, and there are four of them in each of the human and demon races, all of them are strong people who have surpassed the level of the consummation of the Jiedan, but under the bombardment of this weapon, they only have the power to parry, and they cannot advance an inch.

Because these weapons were physical objects at the time of the attack, and the power was rolling, and after the monks tried their best to break them, they found that they immediately turned into fragrance, and after a while, they reunited and turned into weapons again, besieging them, leaving them overwhelmed and miserable.

Han Feng's side was also stabbed by several spears, but he didn't have the slightest pressure, he smashed them with a few punches, knocked them back to their original shape, and turned them back into wisps of fragrance, and the thousands of pores on his body surface immediately opened, absorbing these aromas at all, leaving them without a chance to change again.

He rushed forward step by step, without stopping at all, and was attacked by more and more weapons, but he cracked them one by one, absorbed them into his body, and transformed them into nourishment to improve his physical strength.

However, after he absorbed hundreds of weapons, his body began to saturate, and even if the Spirit Refining Vajra Technique transformed them into special spiritual power, he could no longer absorb them, and could only overflow in vain and return to heaven and earth.

Han Feng knew that these aromas could no longer provide him with nourishment, unless he obtained the essence of that spiritual creature and obtained its origin qi, then it was possible to go further.

Unconsciously, at this moment, he came to the side of the group of monks, calmly crossed over, and walked in front of them.

"Who is this guy?" The monks of the human and demon clans were very surprised, and looked at Han Feng with strange eyes.

Han Feng ignored them, broke the blockade of pieces of weapons, and walked forward by himself, looking at it, it didn't seem to be much pressure.

Many people began to get anxious, bursting out with various forces, breaking through the blocking of those weapons, although the speed was not as fast as Han Feng, but they also moved all the way forward, constantly approaching the sand pillar.

"Whew......"

A demon monk's eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly took out a magic weapon like a meteor hammer, and threw it out, under its urging, it turned into a line of crimson light, disturbing the void, and in an instant, he crossed the barrier of layers of weapons and slammed into Han Feng's back.

Who knew that Han Feng didn't turn his head, and with a wave of his backhand, a piece of golden light flashed, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into a large handprint, which seemed to be light and light, and slapped on the crimson meteor hammer, which immediately made it stop abruptly, and fell down in mid-air, getting close to his body at all.

Then, Han Feng's big handprint did not disperse, and continued to rush towards the other party, as powerful as the sea, and the void roared, as if it was going to slap him to death.

The man's face showed a little panic, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a short knife, black and translucent, the sword aura was like a tide, extremely sharp, and it disappeared in a flash, piercing Han Feng's big handprint in an instant, defeating it.

Obviously, this short knife is the person's natal thing, moving with his heart, the speed is as fast as Feihong, just a thought, he dodged the obstruction of countless weapons and went behind Han Feng.

Seeing that this short knife was about to pierce Han Feng's back, he didn't know when to take out the broken sword in his hand, and with a backhand, he blocked the short knife at the last moment, colliding with each other's lights, sparks and sneering.

The furious energy slammed into Han Feng's back, but it was blocked by a thick layer of golden light, and he was unharmed.

The short knife was quickly defeated by the broken sword, and its black light was quickly eroded by the white light of the broken sword, and it retreated one after another.

The demon monk was amazed when he saw it, snorted coldly, and sacrificed a banner, floating on his head, hanging down with brilliant light, resisting the weapon attack of the spiritual creature, while quickly pinching the trick with both hands, controlling the short knife in the air, he was about to use more powerful means to deal a fatal blow to Han Feng.

It's a pity that he didn't have this opportunity!

As soon as Han Feng's right hand loosened, the broken sword immediately jumped out on its own, ignoring the obstruction of the black light of the short knife, and stuck to it, emitting a special suction force to devour its origin.

The short knife was like a spirit, the black light flickered, and it struggled desperately, but to no avail, the overall momentum dropped rapidly, and in less than three breaths, it became weak, and the light was dim.

Under the traction of the qi machine, the demon monk also suffered a backlash, and with a wow, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

At this moment, the weapon condensed by that spiritual creature hit his banner and dented, making him anxious, regardless of his own injuries, he hurriedly pinched the trick and injected mana to stabilize the current situation.

In this way, he could not save his natal magic weapon, and the short knife became weaker and weaker, and after three breaths, it completely lost the power to resist, allowing the broken sword to seize the power of the origin.

"You ......"

The demon monk vomited blood, raised his hand and pointed at Han Feng, the injury was not light, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, at this moment, a purple streamer came from the oblique thorn and took the head of the demon monk, clearly taking advantage of his illness to kill him.

Whoever is weak will be killed!

The demon monk was extremely angry, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, which condensed into a seal under the urging of his magic technique, and with a loud sound, it shot out obliquely, blocking the purple streamer.

The purple streamer froze, revealing its original form, it was actually a long needle-shaped magic weapon, and it was only a foot long, and the purple light flowed, bursting out with palpitating power, constantly attacking the blood seal.