Han Feng didn't stop her, not because he was afraid of losing to her, but because he was worried that Murong Xue would have an accident, he turned around and looked at the snow lotus silently, he had to guard it here, just in case.

Since Yan Yanfang can come in, it is difficult to ensure that others can't come in, within the Feather Immortal Sect, there should be many other powerhouses, maybe they have a way to pass through the defensive light film of Wanjian Mountain and lurk silently.

He didn't know what kind of state Murong Xue would be in after he came out, if he was weak, and he left again, and Murong Xue was attacked by someone, it would be because of a small loss, and there was really no need to take risks.

Yan Yanfang, the ghost princess doppelganger, is just an embarrassing existence, although she is strong, she is only a lonely person, she is weak, and she can't threaten herself, once the ghost princess escapes, she will be in great trouble, but it is not enough to be troubled, if there is a chance to get rid of her in the future.

Just as he was thinking like this, the big stone became brighter and more imposing, and even he didn't dare to stay nearby, so he had to retreat dozens of feet back to avoid its edge.

Suddenly, the snow lotus on the big stone gradually became smaller, but it became more solid, as if it were the real thing, shining and dazzling.

What's even more bizarre is that wisps of fragrance emerge unconsciously, Han Feng took a deep breath, couldn't help but feel relaxed, and secretly thought to himself: "This fragrance is somewhat similar to the fragrance on Senior Sister's body, could it be that she has turned into this snow lotus?"

He laughed dumbly, and couldn't help laughing at himself, Murong Xue couldn't turn into a flower, but he didn't know what happened to her, maybe it had something to do with her feelings in that world.

He once read a book that described a state in which a monk would derive various visions when he entered the realm of enlightenment, and this snow lotus flower was probably one of such manifestations.

After a while, the snow lotus flower became smaller and smaller, and the lower end derived a root-like existence, seeping into the inside of the crack of the big stone, as if absorbing some power, making its aroma stronger, there was an intoxicating feeling, Han Feng did not dare to immerse himself in it, and hurriedly hid farther, almost standing on the edge of this platform.

But the broken sword in his hand was humming, shining slightly, constantly absorbing the fragrance transmitted from the center, making its sword qi overflow, like a wisp, and the power was not small, drawing white marks in the surrounding space, sneering.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows, and his heart was slightly happy, he didn't expect that the broken sword could still gain something in this situation, it was really a magical weapon.

"Smack......

There was a strange sound, and the degree of cracking of the big stone became bigger and bigger, and the roots at the lower end of the snow lotus flower became thicker, some even the size of a thumb, crystal clear, flashing with an inexplicable luster, twitching from time to time, as if absorbing the nutrients in the big stone.

As the roots twitched, the cracks in the big stone became more and more numerous, and gradually became larger, and it was not long before a bang, with a bang, completely cracked, scattered into pieces, and the afterglow scattered.

Only the snow lotus is still standing, the petals bloom, the fragrance is fragrant, and the snow light is mixed with layers of colorful light, like a colorful glow, beautiful.

"Senior sister, are you okay?" Han Feng asked loudly as he stared at the snow lotus, his face full of worry.

He couldn't help but worry, the big stones had all turned into pieces, and only this snow lotus was left in the field, but Murong Xue's figure was completely gone.

The snow lotus spun endlessly, without any response, as if Murong Xue had really become such a flower.

The more Han Feng waited, the more frightened he became, he didn't think about it anymore, and released his soul power to probe forward, only spreading a distance of ten zhang, he was blocked by layers of colorful light in front of him, making his soul power stop.

He didn't dare to break through forcibly, lest it cause any serious consequences, or even make Murong Xue fall short, then the gains outweighed the losses.

Fortunately, after more than ten breaths, this snowlotus flower changed again, only to see its petals gradually retracted, and the originally blooming flowers turned into buds.

Although the snowdrop has shrunk again and again, and now it only has the form of a flower bud, it is actually two feet in size.

Han Feng was surprised, secretly thinking about such a small bud, where was Murong Xue hiding? Could it be that there was something inside?

Just as he was thinking like this, the flower bud suddenly let out a sword roar, and the sword intent spread, shining brightly and brilliantly.

The broken sword in Han Feng's hand suddenly buzzed softly, and the sword aura was shining, as if it was devouring the special energy that the flower buds had escaped, causing wisps of tender shoots to emerge again at its tip, and the white light was like water, slowly spreading outward, making the space within the surrounding area ripple in layers, dazzling, like thousands of flowers blooming, beautiful.

Han Feng had already seen that he was not surprised, and let the broken sword grow on its own, and when he saw that the flower buds would not bloom again for a while, he couldn't help but close his eyes and recuperate, and comprehend the way of the sword.

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, more than half an hour had passed.

At this moment, the tens of thousands of swords of all kinds in the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain buzzed endlessly, and suddenly flew up, and the ten thousand swords flew towards the flower, and they flew towards this bud.

Han Feng was taken aback by this sudden scene, and when he was making a defensive gesture, he suddenly found that when those swords came to this peak platform, they exploded one after another, turning into a mass of pure sword yuan, rushing into that bud one after another.

"Puff puff ......"

A burst of strange sounds rang out, and the light of the white buds became more and more intense, like a flame burning, rising and shining in all directions.

In a moment, its color began to change, gradually changing into pale cyan, with an inexplicable power circulating, and there seemed to be a pleasant music in the faint sound, not like the world, like fairy music.

Han Feng felt extremely magical, and when he listened carefully, he actually felt that his mouth was suddenly opened, and some doubts in his cultivation were easily solved, which made him full of joy.

Just when he was fascinated and immersed in it, this bud finally turned completely cyan, and the light rose sharply, holding more sword yuan.

At this moment, as far as the eye can see, the entire world of Wanjian Mountain is in a state of sword aura, a large number of flying swords came one after another, and when they were close to this peak dozens of zhang away, they were covered by the sword intent of cyan buds, and they exploded one after another, turning into a wave of sword yuan turmoil, and continued to pour into the cyan buds, so that its sword rays expanded more and more, enveloping a radius of hundreds of zhang, and the fairy sound was even stronger, and there seemed to be a fairy dancing, which was extremely ethereal.

Although Han Feng was immersed in this strange scene, he did not lose his vigilance because of this, as soon as he saw the light of the cyan bud expanding again, he immediately moved backwards, simply floating in the air, suspended in the air.