Mu Lian didn't take Han Feng to say goodbye to Lan Fangfang, and in the respectful salute of many monks along the way, she went down the mountain directly, and turned around and headed to the northwest.

She walked very fast, one step was nearly a hundred zhang away, and Han Feng could only show the strength that matched the blue stone, chasing after her all the way, almost running.

The core area of Mu Xia Palace was nearly four thousand miles away from Mu Xiufeng, and it was impossible to walk in a straight line on the ground, and the distance was no less than nine thousand miles, and at the speed of the two of them, they had also walked for nearly an hour and a half.

"It's finally here!" Han Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he looked at a huge wall blocking him, and said with a little emotion.

Mu Lian glanced at him and snorted lightly: "I don't have any stamina at all, how can I get a chance in the Holy Lake!"

Han Feng was silent, the other party looked down on Lan Shi, he said a lot of mistakes at this time, everything he said was in vain, it was better to save some effort.

He looked at this wall, it was like a mountain, as high as a thousand feet, the surface was densely patterned, dazzling, and there was a thick layer of fiery red light curtain on top of the huge wall, and from time to time there were wisps of flames jumping out, burning the air crackling, and the fiery power made the void distort, and from time to time there were layers of colorful brilliance, beautiful and colorful.

Looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, Han Feng looked at the distance from the giant wall, but in fact, there were still two or three hundred miles to go.

After walking for half a pillar of incense, Han Feng and Mu Lian came to the east side of the giant wall and stopped outside an entrance.

There is a fully armed team stationed here, and the person at the head has even reached the realm of consummation, with a serious face, and everyone feels suspicious.

"Great Elder Yao. Mu Lian brought Han Feng to this person, saluted him respectfully, and shouted.

"Mu Lian, this is the disciple of your Mu Xiufeng who is going to enter the Holy Lake this time? Why is it just an outer disciple? You must know that every peak only has one chance to recommend one person to enter the Holy Lake once in a hundred years to get a chance!" This person was full of scum, glanced at Han Feng, looked at Mu Lian's urn and said angrily.

"He was appointed by my master. Mu Lian hurriedly responded.

"I know, it's just a pity. This person did not shy away from Han Feng's presence and pouted.

Mu Lian was embarrassed, but Han Feng showed a relaxed look.

"Let's go inside. The man waved his hand, let go of his body, glanced at Han Feng, and said lightly.

Han Feng bowed and said loudly, "Thank you, Elder Yao." With that, he hurried over, and the huge wall in front of him had already opened an arch-like existence, and the inside was so brilliant and dazzling that nothing could be seen at all.

He ran and rushed in, and after a few breaths, he was gone.

Seeing that he was completely submerged, the scumbag-faced monk suddenly sneered and asked, "Who is he from Lan Fangfang?"

"My master's nephew. Mulian replied.

"Hey, I think Lan Fangfang is even better to him than to his own son, the relationship is not simple!" This Yao elder shook his thick eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Elder Yao, please be cautious!" Mu Lian's face was solemn, and she said with a straight face.

The man opened his mouth and didn't say anything more, his eyes flashed continuously, as if he remembered something, and he was a little jealous.

......

In less than a cup of tea, Han Feng passed through the layers of light curtains and successfully entered the core area of Muxia Palace, which was the holy lake in their mouths, which was actually a giant lake full of flames, like an ocean.

As soon as he came in, he felt extremely hot, with the strength he was showing now, it would be very difficult, but he was sure that after no one followed, where would he have any scruples, and directly released his own strength to resist the rolling heat.

Han Feng was still at the edge of the lake, the ground here was dark red, extremely hard, he squatted down and stretched out his hand to knock it, there was a crisp sonorous sound.

He slowly stood up, looked left and right, and did not rush into it, but divided part of his energy to immerse himself in the sea of souls.

At this moment, I saw that the remnant talisman was fluctuating, releasing a vast white light endlessly, it seemed to sense Han Feng's current position, and turned it slightly, and the last end pointed to the northeast, trembling.

Han Feng understood, and hurriedly walked in that direction, and soon he left the shore and entered the lake, the air had already been decomposed by the vast heat, and from time to time a series of electric lights flashed, crackling, like stir-fried soybeans, enough to make ordinary monks chill.

If the real blue stone comes in, most of them will be confined to the shore and cannot enter, and if you want to get the opportunity, you can really only watch the sky and eat.

Han Feng didn't have the slightest pressure, but instead seemed extremely arbitrary, enjoying the baptism of fire and electricity to the fullest, extremely comfortable, and there was no sign of pain at all.

However, the absorption of this bit of power is also a drop in the bucket for the bottleneck of his physical body, and it is impossible for him to break through at all, and it only makes his blood and qi more vigorous.

He didn't care about the gains and losses, his eyes were like torches, and while maintaining close communication with the remnants, he continued to run the Alchemy Vajra Technique, swallowing the surrounding fire waves like a long whale absorbing water.

After a short time, the remnant suddenly adjusted the specified direction and changed to a true north direction.

Han Feng could only change with it, and walked northward, without delay, and the speed of unfolding was more than 100 zhang away.

Time flickered, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

Along the way, although there was still sneering and screaming in the four corners, there was no half of a figure to be seen, and it seemed a little deserted.

As he gradually approached the center of the lake, the temperature around him became higher and higher, not to mention the monks of the Guiyuan Realm, even the people of the False Dan would instantly vaporize here, and even the monks of the early stage of the Yudan would feel very uncomfortable if they stayed here for a long time.

Slowly, all kinds of fire beasts began to appear here, including dragons, tigers, flying eagles, vultures, and so on.

Han Feng's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but look forward to the heavy treasure in the center of the lake, which could make the surrounding flames transform into spiritual objects out of thin air, which showed that its magic was by no means an ordinary thing.

The remnant talisman also seemed to become agitated, releasing an even more intense white light that shook endlessly.

Han Feng's heart moved slightly, knowing that he was not far from the area where Chongbao was located, so he immediately sped up and ran over.

He was not afraid of the sea of fire in all directions, and layers of golden light were derived from the soles of his feet, resisting all kinds of shocks one after another, and his spirit was like the wind, and he was extremely fast.

In less than a cup of tea, he successfully crossed a distance of hundreds of miles, and saw a mountain formed by the condensation of flames in the distance, towering over the place where the lake and the sky were connected.