It didn't take long for Han Feng to successfully cross tens of thousands of miles and come to a strange sea area, where there are several large islands.

From a distance, there are all kinds of buildings on these five large islands, and it seems that some people or demons have lived, in short, the people of the Sea Clan.

With a thought, he hurriedly flew over and landed at a pier.

Coincidentally, there were fishermen's boats returning home, and when they saw him descending from the sky, they immediately showed a look of panic, and knelt down on the boat one after another, shouting gods and kowtowing.

On the dock, there are also human races, they are dressed plainly, they also kneel and kowtow, and they dare not slack off.

Han Feng's soul power swept and found that these people were all mortals without any spiritual power fluctuations.

He expanded the scope and found that among the nearly 50,000 people in the entire port area, it was estimated that only three or five people had true qi in their bodies, and the rest were just ordinary people, at most they had some fists and feet.

He thought for a while, and as soon as his body flickered, the whole person emitted a layer of strange light, blocking the light from the outside world, making him seem to be transparent.

To outsiders, it looked like he had disappeared, but he was actually still in his place.

Those people did not dare to raise their heads, and continued to kneel and worship, and after a long time, the bold man raised his eyes slightly, and found that he was gone, and then slowly beckoned everyone to get up.

"I didn't expect that we could meet immortals in such a remote place, it's really a blessing for three lives, after I go back, I have to talk to my wife about this matter, and see if she dares not to believe in the fact that there are gods in the world. A man of half a hundred years old said with a smug look on his face.

The rest of the people also talked about it, and they didn't look very worried, obviously they had seen such monks in the past.

Han Feng didn't disturb their lives, he took care of himself and expanded the coverage of his soul power by a hundred times, and the five large islands within a radius of thousands of miles were all shrouded by him, silently probing.

"Oh, it's a mortal realm!" he muttered.

In this human country, there are only five monks in the Guiyuan realm, who happen to be on a big island, and the strongest people are only monks in the late Guiyuan period, and the other four are all in the middle of the Guiyuan period.

In addition, there are hundreds of Qi Reservoir Realm cultivators in the entire country, and this scale is placed on the continent, although it cannot be compared with the top forces like the Feather Immortal Sect, but it can also be comparable to some families in the branches.

In the cultivation realm, there is an unwritten iron law, that is, no mortals must be killed, otherwise once discovered, they will be wanted by all sects in the world, and no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for it.

Han Feng naturally would not violate this iron law, even if he was not afraid of the encirclement and suppression of other monks, he was also worried that when he broke through the Tianyi Realm in the future, he would encounter an even more terrifying Heavenly Tribulation.

It must be known that this piece of heaven and earth also has its own rules, and killing too many monks, especially those who slaughter mortals, will often form a special aura in their bodies.

This qi cannot be seen, and only when it breaks through, it will hinder the monk from going further.

This is the law of nature, and it is also the retribution of heaven, and no one can avoid it.

To use the old saying, it's not that you don't report that the time has not come!

Han Feng thought silently for a while, and suddenly flew towards the largest island in the middle of this sea area, silently, without attracting anyone's attention, just a dozen breaths, he went there, and slowly landed on a top peak.

This is the cultivation place of the strongest person in this country, called Dianyun Peak.

As the name suggests, there is indeed a little cloud floating above the peak, which does not disperse all day long, which is very peculiar and can become famous.

On this peak, the air is fresh, but the aura is thin, and even the branch veins of the Jianyun Mountain Range cannot be compared, and I am afraid it is equivalent to the concentration of aura on the peak of the end of the branch vein.

There are no other monks stationed here, after all, this is the exclusive territory of the strongest in this country, how can others come here to share the already thin aura.

The strange light on Han Feng's body was still there, scattering all the light thrown from all around, still as if it was transparent, and he quietly walked to a palace here.

The gate of the hall was protected by a formation, and even if a monk who had returned to the Yuan Perfection came over, it would take a lot of effort to break it, but in Han Feng's eyes, it was not a problem.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the door opened on its own without alarming the strongest man.

This female monk in the late Guiyuan period had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and her appearance was good, and at this time she was still meditating and practicing in the practice room, silently admiring.

At this moment, all the formations here were secretly controlled by Han Feng, and as long as he wanted to, he could activate or destroy these formations at any time.

Han Feng glanced at it and found that there was a spirit gathering array in this person's practice room, and the grade was not low, it was actually an eighth-grade level.

In her practice room, the aura is like mist, which is no worse than the aura in the Jianyun Mountain Range, but gathering spirits in this environment requires a lot of spirit stones.

The more the aura is thinner, the more difficult it is to gather spirits, this is a natural law, and no one can change it, at least people in the realm of Han Feng can't change it.

Han Feng didn't waste any time, and as soon as his mind moved, he cut off his Spirit Gathering Array, stopped gathering spiritual energy, and made her wake up suddenly.

But the moment she was about to make a move, her body was imprisoned by an inexplicable force, and she couldn't move at all, making her heart beat non-stop, and she couldn't help but sweat coldly, and she was sweating after a while.

"I don't know which predecessor came to the humble house, if there is anything inconsiderate, please forgive me. The friar calmed down, and said calmly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, now I have a task for you to complete, this is the reward, you take it first, and then give you the rest after the work is done. Han Feng still didn't show up, but said lightly.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a bag of spirit stones appeared in front of the female cultivator out of thin air and placed them on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Han Feng removed the power of imprisonment and allowed her to regain her freedom.

The female cultivator immediately felt that her pressure was gone, and after secretly exercising her breathing, her limbs could move, and she immediately bowed and saluted, not daring to make a mistake.

"You don't have to be nervous, I have no malicious intentions, but I am giving you a great opportunity, you might as well take a look at the specific number of spirit stones in this bag first. Han Feng's voice came from the void again, gentle and soft, without the slightest sense of domineering.

The female cultivator hesitated for a while, slowly ingested the bag of spirit stones on the ground in her hand, released the yuan power and injected it into it, and quickly refined it.

She clicked on it and looked at it, and was shocked by a large number of spirit stones flashing inside, surprised and happy, all kinds of emotions surged into her heart, and she couldn't speak for a while.