In the blink of an eye, he flew thousands of miles away, maintaining a state of soul power shrouded in the four fields along the way, in order to explore her traces on a large scale.

The work of a pillar of incense passed quickly, and he flew tens of thousands of miles, but unfortunately he couldn't find any trace of Murong Xue.

"Senior sister, where have you been?" Han Feng muttered to himself, and sent a message to her through the Life Stone, but there was still no news, as if he had suddenly lost contact.

When he flew tens of thousands of miles away and did not find the figure of the other party, he suddenly hovered in the air, thought seriously for a while, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, holding the law in his hand, condensing it into a seal, and the red light was shining.

Then, he took out the stone of life, and skillfully punched a series of magic decisions into it, urging it to open, and a bright and transparent blood mark emerged, vaguely as if there was a faint fragrance, which was the essence blood imprint that Murong Xue had left in it before.

Then, Han Feng cast a spell to make his blood mark rotate around Murong Xue's blood mark, bringing out circles of brilliant red ripples.

This is a secret technique that can lock the approximate location of someone through the source of their life.

In fact, the principle of the Life Stone is similar, but it is not as powerful as this secret technique. However, the distance that this secret technique can explore is limited, at most 30,000 miles, and it consumes the caster's mana and vitality extremely much.

Those red ripples spread out quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they were filled with a radius of thousands of zhang, circle after circle, floating in the air like countless concentric circles.

After a while, a special secret power came out, the void shook, and spatial ripples emerged, and strange red light flowed like water, exploring the people and things around it.

Not long after, when the spatial fluctuations in this layer expanded to fifteen thousand miles away, a circle of light waves reverberated back, as if they had suddenly encountered some obstacles.

Han Feng knew the approximate location through the secret technique, and hurriedly put away the stone of life, adjusted the direction, and rushed over at full speed, and before half a pillar of incense worked, he went to that position, only to see a layer of black light curtain lying in the void, in a circle, like an inverted bowl, hanging in the air, it was only thirty zhang in size, flashing one after another, as if it was about to re-converge and return to invisible.

Han Feng was impatient, and immediately took out the broken sword, poured the strength of his whole body, and burst out a light sword hundreds of zhang long, with runes all over the sword, and slashed violently at this large bowl-like black light mask, which suddenly inspired thousands of lightning bolts, crackling, and countless cracks in the space were also shaken, dense as spider webs.

However, the black light mask only flashed with light, and there was no sign of collapse.

Han Feng was even more worried in his heart, and without saying a word, he once again launched his full strength, continuing to hold the broken sword with both hands, and at the expense of all his strength, he continued to slash the past, one sword stronger than the other, as if there was no limit.

After a full cup of tea had passed, a crack finally appeared in this black light mask, but it seemed to have a strong self-healing power and healed quickly.

How could Han Feng let it recover, the colorful light at the center of his eyebrows suddenly flashed, and a Xuan Soul Sword condensed like lightning, and instantly submerged into the crack of this black light mask, not only preventing it from healing, but also allowing it to expand further, just a few breaths, just making it ten zhang long and several feet wide, like a huge wound.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

At this moment, there was a strange sound from inside, and all kinds of light kept projecting from it, which was extremely strange.

Han Feng was secretly happy, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and blasted out a series of deceptive fists, domineering and infinite.

This black light mask immediately shook as if it had been hit by a hundred thousand mountains, and the light flickered, and even the entire space was violently shaken.

"Which bastard is doing my good thing out there!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from inside the black light mask, and he felt angry.

Han Feng was slightly startled, there was really someone inside, and it was very likely that Murong Xue was trapped in it.

He opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of essence blood, and did not hesitate to expend the power of the origin, so that the broken sword urged an even more terrifying sword light, and slashed it over, hitting the crack right in the middle.

He's really starting to fight hard!

"Bang ......"

There was a muffled sound, and the crack in the black light mask became wider and larger, a foot wide, and the situation inside it was faintly visible.

It seems to be a world of its own, and there are mountains and rivers, but it is barren and strange.

"Can you still trap me now?" Murong Xue's voice suddenly emerged from it.

At the same time, tens of thousands of sword lights flashed in that heaven and earth without warning, crisscrossing and crisscrossing each other, as if it had become a world of swords, slashing this small world within the black light mask beyond recognition, shattering mountains and rivers, and smashing rocks into the air.

"How could you have such a level of spiritual treasure!" the man said in amazement.

"Who said that my thing is a spiritual treasure!" Murong Xue sneered, and the sword light in the sky condensed into a mountain, one after another, constantly emerging, dense, like mountains and seas, covering the sky and the sun, and mighty.

At this moment, the space inside the black light mask began to crack, and the crack on its surface was completely stretched open, leaking out all kinds of breaths, and the wind rose spontaneously, whirring.

Seeing this, Han Feng immediately launched a fierce attack from outside, spat out a mouthful of essence blood again, and another extremely powerful sword slashed out and landed on this crack, causing it to continue to tremble.

"Damn, my mountains and rivers can't cover you, let me out!" The man shouted angrily, the black light mask suddenly exploded, and the terrifying light flame vented out, and the void was shattered like a mirror, spreading for dozens of miles.

Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Han Feng immediately slipped away, and instantly moved sideways for nearly a hundred miles, shining with golden light, dodging its frontal bombardment.

Rao was like this, he also felt the blood in his body surge, his throat was sweet, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't care about his own injuries, held the broken sword in his hand, urged layers of swords to come out, protected himself, and rushed back in the opposite direction, looking for Murong Xue's figure.

The space debris in this area had not yet disappeared, colliding with the sword light around him from time to time, and the sonorous sound was non-stop.

Between the flashes of colorful halos, a slender figure emerged from the void, surrounded by cyan sword rays, sharp and horizontal, blocking the dense space fragments around her, and she couldn't get close to her body at all.

This person is Murong Xue!

"Senior sister, are you okay?!" Han Feng quickly came to her side, and asked softly with a look of concern on his face.