Originally, Han Feng didn't really want to join it, but because of Ximen Dongqing's life-saving feelings, he couldn't refuse in the face of her kind invitation.

But now he has a little less mustard in his heart, and he feels that he can go over and try it, maybe this sect is really suitable for his own development.

"Don't think too much about it, Moyun Sect is definitely your best destination, and as a rare Ninth Rank Heavenly Rune Master, we won't treat you badly. Ximen Dongqing glanced at Han Feng and persuaded again.

"Understood, didn't I promise you, are you still afraid that I will escape!" Han Feng smiled bitterly.

"Hey, try to run away, I'll definitely break your legs, and I'm never soft on an ungrateful guy like you!" Simon Holly laughed.

"Hehe, you can't bear it, I'm a rare Nine Rank Heavenly Rune Master, I am full of talent, and I will definitely become a generation of Rune Dao Grandmasters in the future!" Han Feng smiled proudly.

"Don't be complacent, it's just a matter of use like you, there are three ninth-grade heavenly rune masters in my Moyun Sect, and there is also a tenth-rank heavenly rune master who leads the entire rune team. Simon Holly pouted.

"Oh, didn't the Moyun Sect establish the Sect with a rune?, why are there so many Heavenly Rune Masters?" Han Feng frowned.

"There are already few Heavenly Rune Masters, and the Eastern Eight Branches also exist in my Moyun Sect. Even among the main vein sects, there are very few of them. There are many other mortal-level talismans, from the first rank to the twelfth rank of talismans. My grandfather was one of the twelve-rank talisman masters, but he was not a celestial talisman master and could not draw talismans in the air. However, now that he has been promoted to the Psychic Realm, he must have achieved even higher attainments in the Fu Dao. Simon Holly explained.

Han Feng suddenly felt that he had a few more moments for the Moyun Sect, and he couldn't wait to get there as soon as possible to see its demeanor.

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I have to say that the territory under the jurisdiction of the Moyun Sect is extremely vast, and Ximen Holly and Han Feng flew for more than half an hour, spanning more than 100,000 miles, passing through large areas of mountains and rivers, plains and deserts, as well as countless large and small cities, and finally came to a super big city.

Moyun City!

From afar, you can see its immensely tall walls, towering over the plains like a mountain range, emitting a faint black light, smearing on the green grassland like ink.

Han Feng spread out his soul power and tried to investigate, but was stopped by Ximen Dongqing, she said, "No, your soul power will be swallowed up by the ink wall." ”

"Oh, there's such a thing, can I try it?" Han Feng didn't believe it, but still wanted to try it.

"Do whatever you want, bear the consequences!" Ximen Holly smiled faintly.

The colorful soul light at the center of Han Feng's eyebrows flashed, and a wisp of soul power shot out, and it took a breath to go to the ink wall, causing a ripple of black light, and then triggering a layer of dark green light, devouring his wisp of soul power completely, as if it had made it slightly stronger.

"The ink wall is not a wall, it is the location of the array!" Han Feng lost a wisp of soul power, but he seemed to be unscathed, and in this way, he probed the true face of this ink wall.

Moreover, he chuckled in his heart, feeling that this formation was a little special, and he could devour his soul power to strengthen himself, and he didn't know what level of formation it was.

"I underestimated you, I didn't expect your soul power to be so special, just a trace of it, and you can see everything. Ximen Holly raised his eyebrows and praised lightly.

Han Feng was silent, and suddenly looked up at Moyun City, only to see a large piece of light rise from there, and several figures leaped out and rushed straight towards him.

The light quickly dissipated, revealing four people, all of whom were big men, but all of them only had the realm of Guiyuan Consummation, presumably the guards of Moyun City.

"Who are you waiting for, you dare to attack the ink wall!" a man with a bearded face looked at Han Feng and Ximen Dongqing, and shouted coldly.

Han Feng quietly glanced at Ximen Holly, only to find that she had hidden her breath, and even her face was covered by spells, so that these guards could not recognize her.

"Senior, why are you doing this?" Han Feng was surprised, and asked Chuanyin.

"Settle the trouble you caused, don't rely on me!" Ximen Holly replied with a smile as he stood by and watched.

Han Feng was helpless, but as soon as his mind changed, he immediately had a way to crack it.

The four guards glared, and the man with a scumbag face scolded even more: "Are you deaf? If you don't explain honestly, don't blame us for being rude!"

Han Feng smiled freely, and didn't want to waste time, he directly released his majestic coercion, and said neatly: "Let your city lord come out to greet you, there are distinguished guests visiting!"

As he spoke, he retreated behind Simon Holly, looking respectful and posing like one of her subordinates.

Feeling Han Feng's coercion, the four of them trembled, almost unable to stand firm in the air, and their faces changed drastically.

However, the four of them were obviously well-trained guards, and they immediately used secret methods to retreat from a distance of dozens of zhang, and the man with a scumbag on his face directly took out a scroll, and after opening it suddenly, it immediately emitted bursts of dazzling light, rising into the sky, illuminating most of the sky.

In front of the city gate, many monks who came in and out saw this scene, and they all raised their heads and stopped to watch, but they did not panic, and seemed to be very confident in the guardian power of the city.

After a while, a strange light rose again in Moyun City, and a large number of figures came quickly, and it was actually an army of monks coming across the sky, with nearly a thousand people, neatly cutting down one by one, setting off strong fluctuations and disturbing the wind and clouds.

In this team, everyone's aura is very strong, and they are all Guiyuan monks, of course, most of them are at the level of the early stage of mortal Guiyuan.

After they arrived, under the command of the four big men, they immediately dispersed, divided into four detachments, and surrounded Han Feng and Ximen Holly, but they did not attack, as if they were waiting for something.

Han Feng didn't move, and he didn't have the slightest pressure, a strong person who reached his level could no longer suppress him by relying on numbers, he had to be a monk of the same rank.

"Where is the sacred visiting? Ge has missed the distance!"

After a few breaths, a majestic and powerful voice came out from Moyun City, rumbling, shaking the four fields, faintly forming a great momentum, surrounding Han Feng and Ximen Holly.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, and after perceiving it carefully, he found that this person's strength was far above that of Huang Yilong and the like, and he was obviously not a monk in the early stage of the Jiedan.

Just as he was secretly thinking about it, the blue light in Moyun City skyrocketed, and a figure shot out, spanning dozens of miles in an instant, staying firmly outside the crowd.

When the blue light converged, a middle-aged man dressed elegantly appeared, dressed in a wide robe, and the sleeves on both sides were embroidered with yin and yang gossip patterns, and a unique aura arose.