Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, suddenly made a move, and pushed out the sword technique that she had already pinched, and a cyan sword light appeared in an instant, directly piercing the opponent's runic light, causing the vitality that had just recovered to collapse and disperse like an avalanche.

"Ah......h

Long Miao screamed for a while, and then stopped abruptly and fell completely.

"Senior sister, quickly take away his body too!" Han Feng suddenly shouted.

Murong Xue didn't know the reason, but she still quickly complied, and with a wave of her hand, the blue light swept by, taking Long Miao's head and body into her pocket.

Han Feng was overjoyed, and just urged the Five Elements Rune Treasure into place, and the five-colored light flashed lightly, teleporting him and Murong Xue away again, and disappeared.

The old demon Mexikan came here, but he was a step late, which made him angry, especially when he saw Long Miao being killed, he was even more annoyed, and he looked up to the sky and roared, and the terrifying aura was released, surging, as if forming a storm.

......

Three hundred miles away, a five-colored light suddenly flashed, and Han Feng and Murong Xue emerged from it.

Han Feng put away the Five Elements Rune Treasure, as for the remnant talisman and the drop of the old demon's true blood, it must have been the remnant talisman that successfully took away the drop of true blood, as for how it recovered, Han Feng didn't know, after all, it was too thrilling just now, and he didn't have the heart to pay attention to the changes in the remnant talisman.

Moreover, the strange thing is that this time the remnant charm did not feed back the special power to him, I don't know if it has not been fully digested, or if it is all used to improve itself.

"It's dangerous!" Han Feng whispered, but there was a deep excitement in his eyes.

"Let's go quickly, it will change later!" Murong Xue raised her eyes and immediately reminded.

Han Feng thought so, nodded heavily, and immediately grabbed Murong Xue's hand and flew forward, flying hundreds of zhang away in a few flashes.

"You, what are you doing!" Murong Xue was annoyed and embarrassed, her face turned red, and she shouted in a low voice.

As she spoke, she was about to shake off Han Feng's big hand, but Han Feng turned around and stared at her seriously, without saying a word, just with a shallow smile on his face.

Murong Xue was stunned for a moment, her face was hot, but the strength in her hand was much lighter, so naturally it was even more impossible for Han Feng to let go.

"You don't want to?" asked Han Feng in a soft voice.

Murong Xue hung her head and was silent, rarely showing a little feminine posture.

Han Feng looked at her like this, his heart moved, he suddenly approached her, lowered his head and kissed her smooth and translucent forehead, making her feel like a lightning strike, getting rid of Han Feng's big hand, and leaving away, dozens of feet apart.

"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" Han Feng was surprised, how could he feel that the other party seemed to be very resistant to this kind of intimate behavior.

In fact, he misunderstood Murong Xue, after all, she has always been an extremely proud person, although she does have a great impression of Han Feng, but she always feels that she has not reached that point yet.

To be exact, she was frightened by Han Feng's actions.

"I'm fine, let's go, you can't mess around anymore, if you delay the time, and if you are caught up by that old demon, we will all be in trouble!" Murong Xue warned.

Han Feng didn't look embarrassed at all, he smiled, came to Murong Xue's side again, nodded heavily, and promised, "Of course." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed her jade hand again and flew forward at a high speed.

Murong Xue rolled her eyes, she had nothing to do with him, she could only let him do this.

Han Feng was secretly happy, knowing that she was slowly beginning to accept her own move, and it was only a matter of time before she went further.

......

After about half an hour, Han Feng and Murong Xue came nearly 10,000 miles away, found an ordinary verdant valley, and lurked down.

Han Feng casually dug out a cave, pulled Murong Xue into it, and sat down cross-legged.

Without saying a word, he took out Long Miao's storage ring, injected soul power, and quickly refined it, without any accidents, but it made him breathe a little relieved.

There are countless things in it, and he is worthy of being a secret disciple of the Feather Immortal Sect, and Long Miao is also the son of a powerful man, so it is not surprising that he has this wealth.

Han Feng and Murong Xue shared these things, and they each took what they needed, and they were both happy.

"Han Feng, this purple spear is a spiritual treasure, most of it was given to Long Miao by the powerful people of the Feather Immortal Sect, we can't stay, there is no problem in being in the Seal Realm now, once you leave this place, it is difficult to guarantee that the powerful man has some means to detect. Murong Xue looked at the purple spear that Han Feng was holding in his hand and said softly.

"I know, but there's no need to throw it away, I'll see if the broken sword can devour it. Han Feng nodded, and suddenly took out the broken sword again.

Murong Xue opened a pair of bright big eyes curiously, quietly watching Han Feng operate.

I saw him inject mana into the broken sword, allowing its brilliance to flow, and then pressed it tightly against the purple spear.

As if conscious, the Broken Sword immediately became brighter, trying to absorb the origin of the purple spear.

But the purple spear, as a spiritual treasure, also has self-awareness, and immediately trembled violently, emitting a scorching purple light on its own, resisting the devouring of the broken sword.

What's even more amazing is that a voice suddenly sounded from inside the spear: "Two little dolls, they dare to challenge me, it's really overwhelming!"

As soon as his words fell, the purple light on the surface of the spear became more abundant, and there was a feeling of burning.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, he had known that the psychic treasure could awaken spiritual wisdom for a long time, but it was the first time he had seen it.

"Hey, then it depends on how long your rotten spear can last!" Han Feng sneered, raised his hand and shot out a series of magic decisions into the broken sword, so that it received huge support, like a tiger with wings, the white light was dazzling, and in one fell swoop, it broke through the layers of defense of the purple spear, submerged into its interior, and grabbed its origin.

"Ah, you executioner!" The purple spear immediately made a sound like killing a pig, screaming miserably, but to Han Feng's surprise, he thought it would resist stubbornly, and he didn't say a word, but he didn't think it would be so soft.

Han Feng was amused in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest mercy in his hand, but instead increased his strength to urge the broken sword, let it attack the city and plunder the land, devour the opponent's origin power, and strengthen itself.

The tip of the broken sword slowly sprang out sprouts like mushrooms after a rain, and its strength became stronger, and it felt like it was reborn.

"No, no, please spare me, it's not easy for my old man Zilong to become a spirit, and I hope you raise your noble hand and let me go!"

"What's the use of sparing you!" Han Feng ignored its pleas, and continued to urge the Broken Sword to absorb its origin power, causing it to let out screams one after another, and its form gradually became blurred, as if it was about to collapse.