After Han Feng finished saying those words to Yan Yanfang, he suddenly stopped, and Ximen Holly flew forward as always, and soon disappeared in front.

Yan Yanfang also stopped almost at the same time, turned around, and stared coldly at the Spirit Tree King, who was still chasing quickly.

In fact, the speed of this Spirit Tree King was slightly higher than that of Han Feng and the others, even if they didn't stop, they couldn't completely get rid of his pursuit, and it was estimated that they would be caught up by him in less than a quarter of an hour.

"Haha, did you suddenly stop, do you want to lead your neck to death?!" The blue mist in the distance rolled in, and after more than ten breaths, he came to Han Feng and Yan Yanfang's dozens of miles away, and while making an arrogant sound, he slowed down and slowly approached.

"How can he understand our language?" Han Feng felt strange when he saw those big dryads outside speaking out before, after all, this place is isolated, and it is not so easy to learn the human language.

"What's so strange about this, the Black Stone Underground Palace has existed for an unknown number of thousands of years, and there have been many Terran monks over the years, these guys have eaten people, so they naturally understand our language. Yan Yanfang said calmly.

"Oh, I see. Han Feng nodded, thoughtful, and then continued to ask, "In other words, people have been able to come in here over the years?

"You don't understand this, my deity has tried to escape from this place many times, using the power she has stored, causing several huge fluctuations, deliberately attracting Terran monks to enter this underground palace, this Baisen Plain was opened many years ago, and Terran monks have naturally come in, do you understand?" Yan Yanfang explained.

Han Feng was stunned and didn't ask any more.

"Spirit Tree King, I think we can talk, as long as you let the three of us leave this place, if you need anything, you can just ask!" Yan Yanfang's beautiful eyes flashed, and she suddenly said to the Spirit Tree King.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, not knowing what she had in mind, but he didn't stop it, and let her negotiate with this Spirit Tree King.

"This king killed you, isn't everything on you all mine?Does this king still need to grind with you?" The blue mist narrowed and condensed into a figure the size of a hundred zhang, unable to see the face, but no longer approached, and from its mouth came the sneer of the Spirit Tree King.

However, he suddenly stopped his pace and stopped moving, thinking that he was also a little moved by Yan Yanfang's proposal.

"Having said that, don't you want to be free from the shackles of this little world? Yan Yanfang's expression was as usual, and she smiled slightly.

"Hmph, I learned from the memory of your human race early on that this world is a small world derived from the treasure of the Cave Heaven, but our tree spirit clan was born here and buried here, how can we leave easily! Even if this king has achieved cultivation and has already broken away from the tree body, he does not dare to leave this place, otherwise he will be destroyed by the thunder tribulation from the outside world, which violates the principles of heaven and earth, and will naturally be punished as he deserves, do you think I can withstand the thunder tribulation?" Lingshu snorted lightly, and asked angrily.

"With our help, it's okay!" Yan Yanfang assured.

"Hey, your Terran promises have a fart, the most fickle is your Terran, let me die, become the womb of this king!" The Spirit Tree King sneered, and after sneering, he stepped forward, and rushed to the two of them in an instant, thousands of wisps of mist filled the air, and suddenly shrank into a pillar-like existence, which was ten zhang large, and stabbed straight forward, as if to kill the two of them with one blow.

Han Feng and Yan Yanfang naturally wouldn't sit still, and the move that was waiting for them was immediately launched, colliding with the opponent's pillar of mist, booming, shaking the heavens and the earth.

I have to say that the strength of the Spirit Tree King is indeed much stronger than that of Han Feng and Yan Yanfang, every move must be accompanied by wind and clouds, and the spiritual power is like a tide, constantly oppressing, making them retreat step by step.

Han Feng clenched his fist seal in his hand, and kept blasting out the Deception Fist, which could be described as falling apart, and even the aura seemed to be about to be exhausted, deriving layers of flames, overwhelming and impermeable.

But the Spirit Tree King was not harmed in the slightest, and all the fists and flames fell on his body, like rain hitting plantains, slippery away and dissipated.

Yan Yanfang squeezed the magic trick tightly, and suddenly a ghost shadow appeared behind her, dressed in red, her face was as white as snow, fluctuating, but as fast as lightning, constantly spitting green light around the Spirit Tree King, impacting his body, but penetrating through it, leaving no trace.

After dozens of rounds, the Spirit Tree King was able to resist all the attacks of the two of them with ease, and he himself slapped a palm from time to time, without any fancies, that is, he used his strength to reduce ten Hui, so that Han Feng and Yan Yanfang had to join forces to fight every time, otherwise they would feel like they were going to vomit blood.

"You still dare to speak out with this bit of strength, it's really ridiculous!" the Spirit Tree King sneered, the blue light flowing all over his body, suddenly turned his palm into a fist, and slammed into Han Feng.

In an instant, the force was like a mountain, and the suppression came.

Han Feng couldn't avoid this kind of fist power like heavenly help, so he could only fight against the strength of the fist, swing the Heavenly Fist, and fight him hard.

"Bang ......"

A thunderous sound stirred up, sweeping the wind and clouds in all directions, and the lightning was innumerable, lasting for a long time.

Han Feng's body shook violently, retreating hundreds of zhang in a row, the blood qi in his body shook, and the Spirit Alchemy Vajra Jue operated on its own, quickly digesting the power that the other party had acted on his body.

"It's not a way to go on like this, don't you stop hiding it?It's time to use your true strength!" Yan Yanfang's eyes flashed, and she suddenly retreated to Han Feng's side, secretly urging in a voice.

Han Feng was vigilant in his heart, and pretended to smile bitterly: "His strength can really be compared to the late stage of psychic, what can I use to compete with him, but you haven't performed a decent attack, shouldn't you also show it!"

"Hmph, this is your attitude of cooperation?" Yan Yanfang snorted lightly and questioned.

"My cultivation realm is at this level, how do you want me to show it!" Han Feng said helplessly, and at the same time dodged the bombardment of the opponent's pillar of mist with a special body technique, but he still pinched his own white light and turned into a white dragon, and attacked violently, successfully dispersing the opponent's blow.

It's just that the white dragon can't help the Spirit Tree King, and he was defeated by the other party in a few rounds, and Han Feng had to retreat farther away to avoid his edge.

"Then do you want us all to die here?!" Yan Yanfang said with anger in her eyes when she saw this.