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In the distance, the white light converged, Han Feng calmly landed on the ground, looking ahead, only to see that a large number of fist marks appeared on the surface of the giant tripod at some point, although it was not deep, but it was also surprising, at this moment it shrank by itself, becoming only the size of a zhang, and it became dim, as if it had suffered a great blow.

Long Yulan's face was pale, his eyes were round, and his expression was a little stiff.

"Click......"

Suddenly, cracks began to appear in his body, flashing out one after another, blood burst out, with a bang, and exploded without warning, and the flesh and bones were splashed in all directions, which was terrifying.

Han Feng stepped in front of the fragments of Long Yulan's corpse, ignored the Eight Dragons Juding, and found the other party's storage ring as soon as possible, and quickly put it into his pocket.

"Ah......h

The men who followed Long Yulan were terrified, and at first they were all stunned, but when one of the good-looking women screamed, they turned and ran down the hill in a panic, eager to spread their wings and flee.

Han Feng sneered, and when he raised his feet, he crossed more than a hundred zhang, and he started to speed up in a short time, catching up behind a man with sword eyebrows and sideburns, so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, waved a big sword and slashed, bursting out with a terrifying cold light, and pieces of snowflakes began to appear in the surrounding area of more than ten zhang, whistling, rolling upside down and cutting towards Han Feng.

The sword light is like snow, and the cold is pressing!

It's a pity that in front of Han Feng, none of this has any effect, he flashed with a scorching white light, reached out, passed through the sword light and snowflakes blindly, grabbed the opponent's big sword, twisted it suddenly, and directly twisted it.

The man was shocked, hurriedly let go of the hilt of the sword, and was about to abandon the sword and flee, when Han Feng approached and pierced his chest with a punch, tearing it into pieces with a bright white light, leaving him dead with no place to be buried.

It's a long story, and from the time they fled to the time this man died, it was only a breath or two.

Han Feng killed one person, turned his gaze, looked at another man, and without saying a word, chased away.

Half an hour later, with the scream of the long-haired woman at the end, all four of Long Yulan's followers were killed, and none of them were killed by Han Feng.

Han Feng did not relent, because he knew that if he lost the duel with Long Yulan, these people would never let him go, and they would also spare no effort to hunt him down.

What's more, when these people saw him kill Long Yulan with their own eyes, they also had to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, so as not to expose the information and provoke more disciples of the Feather Immortal Sect to come and besiege him.

"I killed so many disciples of the four major sects in that secret world, most of the news has already leaked, but why didn't these sects trouble me?" Han Feng was puzzled.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the disciples of the four major sects were as many as the carp crossing the river, if they were not core figures, or they were descendants with a big background, they would not be able to attract the attention of their high-level at all if they encountered accidents outside. Moreover, the four major sects relied on their identities, even if they knew that Han Feng had killed their disciples in the secret realm, most of them would not deal with Han Feng in the name of the sect, at most, the new friends of the fallen disciples would choose to take revenge in private. And the Grand Canyon of Death is so big, and the monks who came in are so vast, it is difficult to meet each other by such a coincidence.

Han Feng then pocketed the storage rings of Long Yulan's followers one by one, and after cremating them one by one, he returned to the Eight Dragons Giant Ding, injecting True Qi and trying to drive it, but he was unsuccessful. He looked at it carefully, but couldn't figure out what drove it.

He thought for a while, took out Long Yulan's storage ring, and after refining, the external soul power infiltrated into it, and searched for it, but in addition to having a lot of wealth, he didn't find anything like the cheats that urged the Eight Dragons Juding.

"Okay, put it away first, and talk about it later when you have a chance!" Han Feng thought about it for a while, so he had to put it in the storage ring.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the mist area above, where dazzling thunder and lightning still flashed from time to time, illuminating one side, those spirit flowers and spirit grasses were still not afraid of the slash of thunder and lightning, absorbing a large number of thunder and lightning fragments blocked by their protective glory, flashing with brilliant brilliance.

Han Feng's eyes were a little hot, if it weren't for the fact that he had benefited from these thunderbolt quenching bodies in the previous hour or two, his strength would never have improved so quickly, and in the face of Long Yulan, who had the Eight Dragons Giant Ding, he might not be so easy to defeat, or even killed.

"What a magical place!" Han Feng couldn't help but admire, but he also knew that this place should be artificially arranged, setting up a formation, and cultivating these spiritual creatures with the help of the thunder of heaven and earth.

"It's probably a great power, but why is it abandoned here? Could it be that this place has also suffered a catastrophe like the secret realm before?"

"Forget it, the opportunity is rare, I'd better hurry up and go in and quench my body with thunder!" Han Feng smiled, shook his head, and immediately rushed into it, continuing to refine his body with the help of those thunderbolts.

When Han Feng rushed into the thunder and lightning area to refine his body, at the foot of this giant peak, more and more monks kept coming from all directions, raising their voices one after another, there were three or four hundred, and the number was still increasing.

As a result, before these people had even climbed the mountain, many conflicts broke out, swords flew horizontally, swords flashed, explosions made the sky, and rubble was scattered everywhere.

Among them, a group of people were invincible, taking the lead, and were the first to break out of the circle of melee, rush into the boulder maze, and disappear without a trace.

"Which sect are the disciples of that group of people just now, and they are so strong!" someone sighed.

"What are they, they just rely on the runes on their bodies, if I have a few runes in my hands, I can still be invincible!"

"I know which sect they are disciples of!" Suddenly someone shouted from behind: "It seems to be called the Trimrock Gate, a small sect of the East Seven Branches." ”

"I haven't heard of it!" many pouted.

......

Time is like water, and before you know it, another three or four hours have passed.

Han Feng experienced no less than a hundred lightning bombardments, and when he felt that he couldn't bear it, he quickly withdrew, although he had suffered so many times of tempering, he still couldn't completely spread the white light all over his body, covering the entire skull, and at this moment, he only touched the parts below his eyes, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take this step.

And the thirteenth meridian in his body was only opened up by one-third, so he was weak and difficult to enter.

"Could it be that my body has already saturated the thunder and lightning, and I can't absorb the power in it?" Han Feng wondered, thinking hard, and in desperation, he gritted his teeth and advanced deeper into the fog area, approaching the purple red spirit flower.