Han Feng didn't stop, absorbing all the demonic qi in this area, and after a little breathing, he led 100,000 sealing wrestlers to continue the attack, trying to tread the entire Demon Mountain World.

Time flies, and it seems that more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Feng once again gathered an army of millions around him, invincible, sweeping through the eastern region of the Demon Mountain World, defeating an unknown number of demon armies.

Taking this as an opportunity, Han Feng also absorbed a large amount of demonic qi, allowing his body cultivation to reach a higher level.

During this period, many Terran cultivators gathered, but Han Feng did not let them approach for the sake of his own cultivation, but only promised them to follow them on the periphery.

Like a snowball, as time went by, Han Feng's army grew bigger and bigger, gradually growing to a scale of two million, and every time he attacked the demon army, it was like the sea swallowing up the waves, and a breath of time was swept away.

Before I knew it, another half a month had passed.

Han Feng's army expanded to the level of three million, and almost wiped out the demon army in the eastern area.

He began to turn around and advance towards the west, encountering tens of thousands of demon armies along the way, but none of them could cause any interference to his army.

Along the way, Han Feng led everyone on a rampage, and no demon army could resist it, harvesting endless heaven and earth spiritual materials.

Until they went to the western region, the Demon Mountain World organized a large army on its own, and the number of demon armies was innumerable, and it was mighty.

Above the sky, there was a vast amount of demonic qi surging, densely packed, which greatly increased the strength of those demon armies, and successfully blocked the pace of Han Feng's army.

The two armies collided violently, the battle line became longer and longer, and the area of the battlefield became extremely wide, covering tens of thousands of miles, and fierce battles were fierce.

At first, Han Feng's army had the upper hand, but after half an hour, as the demon army from afar continued to join, they began to feel pressure, and gradually stalemate, and every moment there were piles of warriors on both sides falling and turning into nothing.

There was also a steady stream of demon armies coming in all directions, besieging them, and the sealing wrestlers on the periphery were defeated one after another, and even some Terran monks were not spared and died.

As a result, the surrounding Terran monks began to break through, no longer resisting, and most of them fled in a short time.

Moreover, those demon armies didn't pursue them at all, and let them leave, it seemed that there was only one purpose, which was to besiege Han Feng in the central area, but instead made the battlefield shrink rapidly, as if they wanted to suffocate Han Feng in the central area.

In a moment, the battlefield was only two or three thousand miles in size, but the various collisions were more intense, and the inner Terran monks suffered countless casualties, and only some hidden cultivators were able to escape under the sudden outburst.

"This guy seems to have become a thorn in the side of the Demon Mountain World, even if he can escape in this battle, he will be seriously injured!" A monk from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect stood in the distance, looking back at the battlefield, muttering to himself.

"Hehe, could it be that Brother Long has an idea?" asked a monk from Hehuan Valley not far away.

"I'm not interested, please help the Daoist!" The monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate glanced at him and said lightly.

After saying this, he turned around and left, without the slightest drag, obviously not wanting to fish in the muddy water here again.

The handsome young monk of Hehuan Valley chuckled, did not stop, turned around, and walked away in the other direction.

After the rest of the Terran monks escaped, they also stayed for a short time, and they all seemed to have some ideas, but when they saw the increasingly fierce battle, they dispelled their thoughts and left one after another.

Only a small number of a dozen or so half-step psychic people remained far enough away, secretly waiting.

At this time, the war was still going on, and it was getting bigger and more tragic and tragic, and in just two hours, Han Feng's army had lost a million Seal Warriors.

Of course, the demon army was even more defeated, nearly 1.5 million. But they had reinforcements to replenish, and the seal wrestlers gradually became overwhelmed.

Han Feng took the lead and fought hard to kill the enemy, he tried his best to tear through those encirclements, but he couldn't kill them all, crushing a demon army, and there were layers of demon armies blocking him up and stopping him inside.

At the same time, high in the sky, a black lightning bolt suddenly appeared, and it snorted, hitting Han Feng's body without the slightest deviation.

Han Feng was beaten and stumbled, his body shook so much that he almost fell to the ground.

He took a deep breath and ran the Alchemy Vajra Technique at full speed to dissolve the strange power that invaded his body, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he burst out thousands of sword qi and destroyed the besieging demon army.

However, the black thunder and lightning in the sky continued to fall one after another, and it was almost like a heavy downpour, one after another, and there was no sign of stopping at all.

Han Feng's body was as if it had been submerged in a waterfall of thunder and lightning, and he could no longer see his body clearly.

Such a terrifying power has descended, but it has not set off any turmoil, and the precision of this world's control of power can be seen, and it has obviously reached the realm of subtlety.

The surrounding demon armies instinctively reacted, and immediately retreated, not daring to approach Han Feng in the slightest.

Han Feng snorted again and again, but he was not traumatized, just because the remnant talisman suddenly made a move for some reason, opened a small light gate from the center of his eyebrows, and successfully introduced those black thunderbolts into the mysterious small world, which could make its surface branches slowly recover, and it recovered two branches in less than a cup of tea.

Seeing this situation, the Terran monks on the periphery were ready to move, but they were afraid of those black thunderbolts and did not dare to act rashly.

"Don't wait, this person will definitely die, it is the thunder of the Demon Mountain, every blow is comparable to the level of the late stage of psychic, no matter how deep his cultivation is hidden, it is impossible to resist, no one can save him!" A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in Jiuxiao Palace said firmly.

His aura is not weak, although he only shows the realm of consummation, but he thinks that he hides his cultivation, at least it is also a half-step psychic level.

Although he looked confident, he showed no sign of leaving, obviously he still didn't give up, and he still had the idea of fighting Han Feng in his heart.

The Terran cultivators who were also in this sky ignored him and stared closely at the situation on Han Feng's side, the slightest change would cause a change in their demeanor.

In their eyes, Han Feng's cultivation must be beyond imagination, most of them are real psychics, otherwise they would not have attracted so much attention from the Demon Mountain World, no one will attack, only attack him.

Moreover, the person who can gather millions of sealing wrestlers will not be idle, and he may even be in the middle or even late stage of psychic. (https:)

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