Han Feng's face was expressionless, his soul power was released, and he forcibly searched his soul to obtain his memory, of course, his core secret was protected by the mark of the blood oath, if he broke it hard, it might make him die early.

After obtaining most of Huang Ying's memories, Han Feng's palm spewed out with power, cutting off all his vitality in an instant, and then concocted it in the same way, refining his flesh and blood, using the Alchemy Vajra Technique to imitate his breath, and transforming into his appearance again, even if Luo Zhifeng was reborn here, he couldn't recognize it.

Han Feng learned from Luo Zhifeng's memory that Huang Ying was a disciple of one of the half-step psychic people in Muxia Palace, and he was an important member of that faction, and when the powerhouse of the Feather Immortal Sect came, he could also enter the core area of this spiritual land, so Han Feng would choose him as his imitation object.

The previous talisman was the twelve-rank talisman he had refined himself, which was called the Forbidden Talisman, which he had learned from the talisman secret book in Tan Yuquan's storage ring.

With his rune realm, he naturally learned the drawing of this talisman very easily, this is the second time he has used it, and it really has a miraculous effect, successfully covering Huang Ying, a great monk who has completed the knot, not only blocking Huang Ying's escape, but also isolating all the fluctuations of the battle, otherwise it is not a simple matter to kill this person silently in this environment.

With Huang Ying's identity, it is more convenient for him to enter and exit, at least he is qualified to step into the core area of this spiritual land.

The reason why he repeatedly approached the personnel of Mu Xia Palace was that the core treasures of Mu Xia Palace's base camp were taken away, and now that a large army was attacking them, they had no time to take care of those life cards, so naturally they would not know that Huang Ying and the others had fallen, and the corresponding personnel here would not doubt his identity.

If he goes to the people of the Nine Yuan Sect to attack, it is very likely that his identity will be exposed, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Han Feng didn't rush out, but stayed where he was and carefully sorted out Huang Ying's memory, so as not to make mistakes, which would be exposed.

In front of Mu Qingyun, you have to be energetic, and if you are not careful, you will be discovered.

After a full pillar of incense had passed, he sorted out Huang Ying's memories to a full extent, and he could basically apply them freely.

At this moment, his faction sent him a message, telling him to hurry over to the core area to gather, and the powerhouse of the Feather Immortal Sect would soon descend here.

Han Feng's eyes flashed slightly, secretly wondering how the powerhouse of the Feather Immortal Sect could come over so quickly, unless it was teleported, or there was a powerful person who opened up a spatial passage to help them come quickly.

He thought as he left the palace and quickly entered the core area of the spiritual land.

Even in his capacity, he still has to be checked layer by layer, which is extremely strict, as if he is afraid that the enemy will infiltrate.

His aura is exactly the same as Huang Ying, naturally there will be no problem, all the way, and in a moment he came to the location of the corner of the underground palace, which is only three thousand zhang away, and he can already see the corner of the underground palace.

"Buzz ......"

The broken sword and the five-element rune treasure in his storage ring suddenly made a strange sound, trembling slightly, as if they had understood human nature, and seemed to be a little excited.

Han Feng's heart moved, and he determined that this underground palace was the Fuzu underground palace, although it was only a corner exposed, but the power was monstrous, and the colorful light was extremely bright, burning like a flame, and even the scorching sun in the sky became eclipsed.

He didn't dare to take out the two treasures of them at this time, and while secretly comforting them, his eyes turned to see the situation around him clearly, except for the central area of two or three hundred zhang square that was occupied by the underground palace, the rest of the places were retained in their original form, and the mountains and rivers were vertical and horizontal, and no one destroyed them in the slightest.

At this time, not only the core members of Muxia Palace and Jiuyuan Sect gathered here, but the elite people of Huoyun Cave and Baige Gate were also distributed on the other side, faintly facing each other, especially the people of Huoyun Cave and Muxia Palace were even more wide-eyed and grudgeful.

It's right to think about it, although the battle between these two sects just now was not long, they both paid a great price to each other, even if the two ancestors temporarily stopped fighting for the sake of the overall situation, they couldn't resolve the hatred of the monks below them.

At this moment, most of the monks were still in cultivation, because the colorful light released from the corner of the underground palace contained great spiritual power, even if they were far away, they could benefit them a lot.

Han Feng was even more deeply aware of it at this time, all kinds of spiritual power continued to pour into his body, making him extremely comfortable, and the spirit infant phantom outside the golden pill in his body became more and more powerful, and it was full of size, emitting a scorching golden and blue light.

He controlled the infiltration of the spiritual power of the underground palace so as not to be discovered, and walked quickly to the foot of one of the peaks, where a half-step psychic sat on the peak, who was none other than the leader of Huang Ying's faction, Dillon.

Han Feng was not qualified to climb to the top, so he stopped halfway up the mountain and sat quietly on a big rock on the side.

Dillon glanced at Han Feng and sensed that Han Feng's aura was exactly the same as Huang Ying's, so he looked away and continued to sit quietly on the peak platform to absorb those spiritual powers, and seize the time to cultivate.

Cultivating here for a quarter of an hour is worth ten days and half a month of penance outside, and it is even more effective, and it is often impossible to advance an inch outside.

The same was true for Han Feng, he found that even if he didn't run the exercises, he could absorb those spiritual powers, and the effect was more than a hundred times stronger than outside.

Naturally, he would not waste such a good opportunity, and immediately put the Sword Yuan Code into operation, absorbing those spiritual powers like a sea of rivers, and finally allowing his cultivation to improve.

The purity of the spiritual power of the underground palace here is much higher than that of the peripheral areas, which can be described as worlds apart, no wonder Mu Qingyun and the others are reluctant to leave here.

Han Feng felt that if he could continue to practice here, it would not be difficult to break through the psychic realm, but naturally it would be impossible to break through here, after all, no one dared to take such a big risk.

Unconsciously, another quarter of an hour had passed, and Mu Qingyun and the others suddenly looked up in the direction of the north.

Three rays of light suddenly appeared in the extreme distance, and the aura was incomparably grand, undisguisedly released, stirring the wind and clouds in all directions, thunder and lightning, and rumbling.

More than a dozen half-step psychic people also stood up, quietly looking at the three rays of light, their faces were different, but they all slowly put on a respectful look.

The people of the Feather Immortal Sect are here!

The monks of the Perfection of the Edan Perfection everywhere also stood up to greet each other, bowing their heads slightly, and their faces were as respectful as they could, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Han Feng was also the first time he had seen such a battle, the power of the Feather Immortal Sect was so great that it made all the masters bow their heads to greet him.