The demon monk breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes looked at Han Feng's side deeply, the seal in his hand suddenly changed, and he shouted coldly: "Explosion!"

As soon as his words fell, the light of the almost crippled short knife burst out, runes emerged, and violent energy rushed out, exploding in an instant.

"Boom ......"

The terrifying energy swept across the entire region, and Han Feng bore the brunt of it, completely submerged, and he couldn't be seen.

Not only that, but the three people in the vicinity were also affected, including the demon monk, but he had already prepared and retreated as soon as possible, although his face was as pale as paper, but he was not worried about his life.

The other two were caught off guard, and they were also hit with blood and gas, and opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood, but after laying down layers of defense, they still escaped and did not hurt the foundation.

The various weapons condensed by that spiritual creature were also quickly extinguished in this explosion, turned into aroma, dissipated, and could not be condensed again.

"Hmph, see if you're dead this time?!" the demon monk shouted weakly as he took out a large handful of pills and took them as he looked at the area at the center of the explosion.

But just as soon as he finished speaking, a white sword suddenly flew out there, as bright as a star, as fast as lightning, and the void was cut into a deep ravine, extremely black, and came to him in the blink of an eye.

"Ah......h

He panicked and shouted, desperately urging the banner above his head, releasing an even stronger blue curtain of light in an attempt to fend off the white sword.

It's a pity that the blue light curtain he laid was like a paper paste, and it was pierced by the white sword in an instant, and the white sword slashed on his body, and the skin immediately opened the flesh, even if he had the body of the demon race, it was useless, and it was broken in an instant, splitting it in half, spilling blood on the earth, and life scattered.

The light in the center of the explosion before dissipated at this moment, revealing a figure, which was none other than Han Feng.

His body was shining with gold, and there was a faint golden dragon entangled, swimming endlessly, looking at his state, it seemed to be intact and did not suffer any damage.

He was holding the broken sword in his hand at this time, the white light was shining, and the sword aura was overwhelming, obviously the blow just now was from him, and he killed the demon monk with one move.

There was silence in the venue, no one dared to snatch the demon monk's storage ring, obviously suppressed by Han Feng's might, and did not dare to act rashly, and secretly walked forward.

Han Feng stepped out in one step, and in a few flashes he came to the location of the demon monk's fall, took a casual shot, put his storage ring in his pocket, and then with a thought, released a large fireball, incinerating two halves of his body into ashes.

Han Feng glanced around at their group of monks, causing them to lower their heads one after another, not daring to look at them.

Han Feng smiled faintly, turned around and left, and continued to walk towards the sand pillar.

The group of monks looked at each other, and when they saw Han Feng walking away, they set off again, following far behind, obviously still not wanting to give up, maybe Han Feng and that spiritual creature would lose both, then their opportunity would come, or harvest two pieces of spoils, why not.

After a short time, Han Feng finally came to the bottom of the sand pillar, more than ten zhang away, standing still, silently observing.

For the time being, he couldn't move on, because there was an invisible barrier here, and as soon as he got closer, he was stopped by an inexplicable force.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, and blasted out a few Decepticon fists but failed to break it, he knew that he couldn't do it brutally, stood still and thought for a while, and then circled around this sand pillar, quietly thinking about countermeasures.

It didn't take long for those monks behind to come here, they couldn't break this invisible barrier either, but their hearts were relieved, as long as Han Feng couldn't get in, then they still had a chance.

"No wonder the Golden Scorpion King isn't worried that we'll snatch this spiritual creature away, it turns out that there is a unique prohibition arranged here!" a monk from the Feather Immortal Sect muttered to himself.

"That's right, this prohibition is not large, but it is indestructible, in my estimation, without the joint attack of many half-step psychic people, it will not be able to successfully break through!" Another monk of the Feather Immortal Sect nodded, and said with deep understanding.

As for those demons, they stood far away, facing this barrier, and persistently launched an attack, but they used all kinds of means, to no avail, just erupted into a muffled sound, and the light flickered.

Han Feng didn't stop them, he could just use their power to observe the changes in this barrier.

As a ten-rank heavenly rune master, during this period of time, his soul power realm has been upgraded to the late stage of crystallization, and he has an understanding beyond ordinary people for the existence of forbidden magic arrays, but he has been looking at it for a long time, and he is still full of doubts, and there are still many problems in his heart that need to be solved one by one.

He frowned, and from time to time he circled and studied it repeatedly.

At this time, the weapons condensed by the epiphany-like spirit at the top of the sand pillar became denser and overwhelming, constantly attacking, but they were all blocked by him one by one, without the slightest interference.

The monks of the human and demon clans did not dare to make a move against him, not to mention that they also had to devote their energy to dealing with weapons from all directions, and the roars in all directions were heard one after another.

Han Feng gradually immersed himself in this kind of research, as if no one was around, circling around this circle dozens of zhang long, constantly circling, and from time to time he would blast out a Deception Fist, feeling its energy changes.

It didn't take long, only three or four quarters of an hour, and Han Feng's brows slowly relaxed.

"I see, it's really ingenious!" Han Feng suddenly showed a joyful smile on his face, while running the alchemy vajra technique in his body, condensing a golden dragon coiled outside the body, blocking all kinds of weapons pouring down from the sky, while clasping his hands together, constantly pinching the trick, one after another mysterious runes appeared out of thin air, and then like a butterfly, slowly rushed into the layer of diaphragm, flashed slightly, and disappeared, like water droplets melting into the sea, not even a bubble appeared.

But when he threw in hundreds of sigils, the invisible diaphragm began to ripple with layers of light, like fish scales, one after another, densely packed.

The group of monks were taken aback, obviously not expecting Han Feng to have this ability.

"Who is this guy? His strength is unfathomable, and he is still a formation mage, has our Feather Immortal Sect ever had such a number one person?" The monk of the Feather Immortal Sect whispered.

"Maybe he's a secret disciple, right? Those monsters can't be judged by common sense!" someone muttered back.

The demon cultivator also stared at Han Feng with flickering eyes, if it weren't for his combat strength, otherwise the three of them would have already taken the opportunity to besiege him, after all, he had just killed one of their companions.