Mu Qingyun was a little anxious, but she couldn't get out at this time, and it didn't help for her to go back alone, the other party was equivalent to having two psychic venerables, even if there were some elite people from Mu Tianzong and Tianluo Sect to help, she would be difficult to support alone, and it would be difficult to compete with the current Tianlongmen.

Her mind was racing, her eyes flashed suddenly, and she had another plan, thinking in her heart: "When the personnel of the Yuxian Sect come here, I will sue you again, you dare to attack everywhere and disturb the overall situation of the main vein, I really don't know whether to live or die, see how you crack it?!"

"I hope that those people can hold on for a while longer, as long as they wait for the people of the Feather Immortal Sect to come over, they can stop this fight!" Mu Qingyun thought silently in his heart.

Thinking of this, she stabilized her mind and sent her thoughts to the half-step psychic people stationed at the headquarters of Muxia Palace, telling them to guard the base camp and drag the men and horses of Tianlongmen.

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Han Feng saw from a distance that the turmoil was gradually subsiding, and he knew that Mu Qingyun had leveled the ancestor of the Huoyun Cave again.

In this regard, he was not the slightest surprise, he was just thinking of creating some chaos for them, so that the people of Tianlongmen could smoothly rush to Muxia Palace.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Mu Qingyun had already transferred the elite people of Mu Tianzong and Tianluo Sect over there, and as a last resort, he could only let Murong Xue go to support and ensure that nothing went wrong.

So far, he can only completely destroy the four middle-class sects that have a grudge against Tianlongmen, so that Tianlongmen has a chance to survive, otherwise no one will want to live in peace.

He thought about it for a moment, and decided to sneak in again.

He cautiously went to the edge, caught one of the secret sentinels, quietly killed him, refined his flesh and blood aura, and finally transformed into this person's appearance, even the breath was exactly the same.

This person is a figure in the middle stage of the Yudan, named Luo Zhifeng, who also has a certain status in Muxia Palace, Han Feng walked into it openly with his appearance, and encountered many secret sentinels along the way, but he couldn't see his true face, and let him return to the occupied area of Muxia Palace.

I don't know why, at this time, all construction has stopped, and even the half-built formation has been temporarily shelved, and I don't know when I will be able to resume work.

Han Feng found a fake Dan person and tried to get the information he wanted, but the status of this fake Dan person was not very high, and the information he got was not comprehensive enough, so he could only go to the same level, and after some tossing, he finally got the information he needed.

"Could it be that the Feather Immortal Sect is coming here?" how smart he was, through the analysis of some information passed down layer by layer, he sorted out the reason for the halt of construction here.

It's right to think about it, if the Yu Immortal Sect wants to take over everything here, it naturally doesn't want to see Mu Xia Palace expand its territory and take it for itself.

In fact, the Jiuyuan Sect also enclosed land here, but at this moment, they all stopped, waiting for the arrival of the Feather Immortal Sect.

"I have to find a way to enter the core area, otherwise it will be difficult to ensure that there will be no accidents!" Han Feng instinctively felt the crisis, no matter what, only by getting close to Mu Qingyun and the others could he know first-hand information, and knowing himself and knowing that the other side could win a hundred battles.

He immediately began to search for Luo Zhifeng's memories, and soon locked on the body of a great cultivator who was Luo Zhifeng's master.

This great cultivator of the Perfection of the Dan is named Huang Ying, his status is higher, he lives in a palace close to the core area of the spiritual land at the moment, and he is also seizing the time to cultivate, such an opportunity is hard to come by, and many people in the Muxia Palace do not want to give up.

However, the special spiritual power emanating from the corner of the dungeon does not have a long-term effect on the monks, and the higher the cultivation, the shorter the duration of the person.

With Huang Ying's cultivation, it gradually lost its effect at this time, so he woke up from his meditation, suddenly frowned, took out a cyan jade pendant, opened it, and found that it was his most proud disciple who sent him a message, and he didn't know what happened, so he wanted to see him face to face.

Huang Ying agreed without thinking.

With just a stick of incense, Han Feng came to his palace smoothly, and under the leadership of a puppet maid, he entered the hall, only to see a middle-aged man sitting on a high seat without anger, supporting his head with his right hand, leaning on the table next to him, as if thinking about a problem.

"Meet Master. Han Feng saluted respectfully.

"Luo Zhifeng, why are you in such a hurry to see me?" Huang Ying didn't talk nonsense and asked bluntly.

Han Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "Master, in the turmoil just now, I sneaked up on a mid-stage monk in the Huoyun Cave, successfully killed him, and got a talisman in his storage ring, the grade is too high, it seems to be at the twelve-grade level, and I can't urge it, so I specially sent it to you!"

"Twelve-grade talismans, it's a good thing, take it!" Huang Ying's eyes lit up slightly, and he said briskly.

"Yes. Han Feng hurriedly took out a purple wooden box from the storage ring, which shimmered with purple brilliance, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't even see it clearly.

He tossed it lightly, floated in the air, and flew over slowly.

Huang Ying stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, firmly ingesting the wooden box in his hand, without saying a word, he lifted the lid of the wooden box and saw that there was indeed a talisman lying quietly inside, with brilliant light and rippling talisman.

"Well, it's really a twelve-grade talisman, and the quality is beyond imagination, no wonder you can't urge it, this talisman is so powerful, I'm afraid even I have to retreat!" Huang Ying's eyes lit up, and he praised repeatedly.

"Master, isn't it a sealing talisman?" Han Feng suddenly asked rhetorically.

"Oh, is it?" Huang Ying was suspicious, and glanced at the talisman a few more times.

At this moment, Han Feng raised his hand and pinched a seal, and spat out a mantra: "Seal!"

The talisman immediately floated up, shining brightly, and in an instant, a bowl-shaped purple light shield was formed, holding Huang Yi firmly, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break it.

"Criminal, what do you want to do!" Huang Ying glared at Han Feng angrily, almost roaring.

It's a pity that his voice can't be transmitted at all at this moment, and all of them are bounced back by the purple light mask, buzzing, which makes him feel deafening.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Han Feng stepped out in one step, and in an instant he came to the purple light mask, he held the magic trick tightly in his hand, and the same purple rune light appeared on his body, as if it was of the same origin as the purple light mask, swept by, and instantly crossed into it, and one hand reached out, holding Huang Ying's neck like lightning.

"You ......" Huang Ying was directly restrained, unable to move for a moment, and only half of the words in his mouth came to an abrupt end.