Han Feng held a three-foot narrow sword and a square tripod on his head, looking like he was using all his strength, and continued to move forward slowly but firmly.

After a full three hours, the group of them went to the foot of Yuhua Mountain, and when they looked up, it turned out that this mountain was only ten miles in size.

But before, they could see this lonely peak from thousands of miles away, obviously it was magical, and they didn't know what level of treasure it was.

Here, all coercion disappears, the sky is clear, and the top of the mountain can be seen at a glance, which is completely different from what you see in the distance.

This feathered mountain is like a pillar that leads to the sky, standing upright between this heaven and earth, and I don't know how many thousands of years it has existed.

The group of them looked left and right, and some people were looking for a way up, but the Feather Mountain went straight up, and there was no road at all.

Moreover, although there is no overwhelming coercion here, there is still a strange force, and as soon as they take to the air, they are suppressed.

There are quite a few people who have tried repeatedly, but all of them have fallen without exception.

Just when everyone was at a loss, layers of light ripples suddenly appeared in the void, covering them without warning, and bursts of teleportation power emerged, enveloping them, and there was a flash of inspiration, and there was no shadow in an instant.

By the time they could react, they found themselves on top of the platform.

It was empty, cloudless above, the sky was brilliant, and the aura around it was so abundant that it could be compared to the immortal spirit stones.

Han Feng suddenly looked down, and he saw that there were runes flashing on the surface of the platform under his feet, colorful and gorgeous.

At this time, a majestic and extreme power descended, and a figure flashed out in the void, surrounded by countless spiritual energy, as if heaven and earth resonated with him, faintly singing with Sanskrit sounds.

There was a dense light shrouded around him, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the momentum could really be on a par with heaven and earth, but it was contained but not released, so everyone below didn't feel a lot of pressure, otherwise they would have been suppressed and lay down.

Han Feng looked up and knew that he was a powerful person in the Tianyi Realm, and he had obviously completely revealed his aura, otherwise he would not have caused this kind of vision to come out.

The rest of the monks also looked over, and some of them looked moved, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, "I've seen Elder Taishang." ”

Han Feng also lowered his head, not daring to continue to look directly at the other party, lest he be a little disrespectful, and it was not a good thing to be targeted by the other party.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you can come here, it means that your strength has reached the standard of becoming a core disciple, and I won't say much, I only have one sentence for you, the living are strong, the strong are born, I wish you all to come out alive!"

After saying this, he raised his hand to make a move, and the power of the origin of heaven and earth gathered, mighty, pouring down, and suddenly poured into the top platform of the mountain below.

In an instant, the entire platform runes appeared, and the rune light rippled, like an ocean, submerging the two hundred and thirteen of them, and with a slight flash, they moved away from the large group of them, and disappeared.

At that moment, Han Feng only felt that he was enveloped in a strange force, and the ground seemed to turn into a quagmire like an existence, pulling him down, followed by darkness.

However, the darkness lasted only a few breaths, and when the light returned, he found himself in a swampy land, with bubbles and gurgling everywhere.

He looked around, and the swampy land was so vast that there was no end in sight.

But around him, there was not a single figure to be seen, apparently all of them were teleported everywhere, and they were not brought together.

"Roaring ......"

Suddenly, several giant pythons emerged from the swamp, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed towards Han Feng to bite them.

Han Feng raised his eyes and swept over them, stretched out his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a majestic force surged out, directly imprisoning them, and then rolling and strangling, turning them into a cloud of blood mist.

These giant pythons seemed to be amazing, but in fact, they were just existences comparable to those in the late stage of the Jiedan, even if Han Feng did not show his true strength, it was enough to destroy them.

His soul power dispersed, instantly enveloping a radius of thousands of miles, and the heaven and earth reflected in the depths of the soul sea were still a swamp, as far as the eye could see.

He sighed secretly, and could only find a random direction and run away.

According to the rules, their group of candidates had to stay in the Feather Secret Realm for ten years, with no other tasks, and the only requirement was to come out alive.

As for where the exit is, they don't know, and the high-level of the Feather Immortal Sect didn't tell them, they have to rely on themselves to find it, in short, once ten years have passed, if they haven't been able to get out, it will be difficult to leave, because the next Feather Secret Realm will become more dangerous, and there will be no life.

Han Feng hadn't been completely unprepared before, and had spent a lot of time checking the information about the Feather Secret Realm, but he could hardly find this kind of information, either because he didn't have enough authority to read it, or because the information was incomplete, and it didn't do much to read it.

Now, he can only take one step at a time.

Time flies, as if three days and three nights have passed in a blink of an eye.

Han Feng still didn't get out of this swamp, but instead went deeper and deeper into it, and the fierce beasts he encountered became stronger and stronger, and several giant beasts that could rival half-step psychic monks had already appeared.

It's a pity that none of them are Han Feng's enemies, and they all died under his three-foot narrow sword.

He continued to move forward, invincible, and along the way, he slain many fierce beasts, obtained a large number of demon pills, which could be stored in the storage ring, and dissipated in less than an hour, as if they had never existed.

Han Feng's brows were tightly locked, he didn't understand why this was happening, could it be that the fierce beasts he encountered were just illusions?

However, he quickly denied this conjecture, because he felt that those fierce beasts were extremely real and alive, not to mention that the remnant talisman did not have any hints, and it was unlikely that he would fall into an illusion.

"Maybe it's the special rules of this world!" Han Feng looked up at the sky and thought secretly.

He didn't think much about it, and continued to walk forward, one step was hundreds of zhang away, but whenever there was a fierce beast sneak attack, he would kill it with thunder.

Before you know it, another seven days have passed.

The fierce beasts that Han Feng encountered became stronger and stronger, and several terrifying existences that could be compared to the early stage of the psychic Venerable had appeared, and once three of them appeared at the same time and attacked him.

But Han Feng's strength is extraordinary, even if he only shows the strength of a half-step psychic, he can sweep them with one enemy and three.

It's still the same as before, their demon pills won't be stored for long, and they will dissipate on their own and return to this world as rolling spiritual power.