God level travel in history

Chapter 111
"Master, that man is the Holy Son of the Sanctuary! He competed with us for the Five Elements Green Lotus Fire in the secret realm of Lingyun Grotto!" The little devil exclaimed when he saw Han Yang's appearance clearly.

Qin Tian at the side was like a demon spirit. Ever since Han Yang appeared, his gaze had been focused on him.

An Miaoyi was a little confused, obviously not familiar with Han Yang.

In the sky, Yun Yi looked at Han Li coldly, his powerful divine sense swept over him, searching for the whereabouts of the colorful spiritual roots.

"Cough cough. Don't waste your energy! The seven-color spirit root is not on me!" Han Li, who was imprisoned by Yun Yi, coughed and replied.

"Since that's the case, then this work can only be punished slightly!" Yun Yi's voice was full of majesty.

However, just as his palm mixed with terrifying energy was about to fall on Han Li, a rough voice came from not far away.

"Let go of me!" The roar fell, and a long rainbow streaked across from the north.

The person who came was Han Hanfeng. At this time, he held a huge black sword in his hand, and the target of the black sword was directed at Yun Yi.

"Chichi!"

The tip of the black sword came out, and the silver light flickered, causing a violent spatial fluctuation, the speed was as fast as tearing the air, and the sound of breaking wind kept ringing.

In an instant, Han Hanfeng came to Yun Yi's body, and the huge black sword swung down heavily.

Seeing that the tip of the black sword was about to fall on the top of Yun Yi's head, he saw the latter's figure taking a light step back, and then waved his big sleeve.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind permeated the black sword.

At the next moment, the black sword in Han Hanfeng's hand shook for a while, and it slashed across Yun Yi's side, but he didn't hurt him at all.

"The strength is good." Yun Yi glanced at Han Feng and nodded, then looked at Han Yang: "Leave this guy for you to practice."

Hearing this, Han Yang responded respectfully, then his toes were a little empty, his figure flashed, and he came to Han Hanfeng in an instant.

Without the slightest fancy, Han Yang punched out directly, with a fiery air wave on the face of the fist, roaring towards Han Hanfeng.

Rumble.
Han Guofeng put away his long sword and punched out the same.

At the intersection of the two fists, there was a loud bang, which continued continuously, and the void seemed to be split open by the shock, which was too frightening.

"It's too late! The Scourge is about to appear!" At this moment, Yun Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and a voice sounded.

After the words fell, his figure disappeared like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of Han Guofeng, turned his palms into fists, and slammed them out again and again.

Han Guofeng reacted quickly, sensed the crisis, quickly fought back, and punched again, this punch was even more powerful than before.

puff!
Han Guofeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his realm was too different from Yun Yi's, and his strength was not at the same level at all.

Almost in an instant, his fist was blown away by the opponent's fist, and his chest also received a fist firmly.

Looking intently, the face of his fist was bloody, and the stubble of the bones were exposed, the whiteness was frightening.

Noticing the battle here, Mr. Yinyang Su and Zhu Yi quickly flew over.

"It's too domineering for Sanctuary to snatch auction items in my Anzhou auction site so openly!"

Elder Yinyang Su came to Han Hanfeng and stood side by side with him. At the same time, Leng Yang glanced warily at Yun Yi who was opposite him.

Almost at the same time, Long Aoyu's figure flickered and came to Zhu Yi's side.

On the other side, the figure of Baili Qun, the owner of Baili Villa, also rushed over, flying towards Yun Yi and the others with three priests.

At this moment, there was no sound of fighting in the sky.

Whether it was Yinyang Su Lao from Anzhou Auction, Han Hanfeng, Long Aoyu, and Zhu Yi from the City Lord's Mansion, or the owner of Baili Mountain Villa and the three major priests, they all quietly floated aside.

In the middle surrounded by them, the five people from Sanctuary stood facing each other.

Without waiting for Yun Yi to make a move, Han Yang took a step forward, frowning slightly, and glanced at everyone.

"The royal family, the city lord's mansion, the auction house, and Baili Mountain Villa. Except for some spectators below, several major forces are here. Time is running out. As the son of the sanctuary, I should let everyone know something!"

"The colorful spirit is basically something from the sanctuary. As for why it was put up for auction, this is a secret of my sanctuary. But the plan has changed now, so I can only clarify it to everyone."

"The colorful spirit is basically a sanctuary as a bait, trying to lure out members of the Scourge. However, we still underestimated the importance of the colorful spirit root in the eyes of the Scourge."

"This time, it's not that they were lured by us, but now we have become their shackles! At present, Anzhou City has become a huge prison!"

As soon as Han Yang finished speaking, everyone's expressions became serious.

Those present were all big forces, and they had all heard the rumors about the Scourge organization more or less.

Seeing that everyone was lost in thought, Yun Yi let go of his control over Han Li, and said indifferently, "Hand over the colorful spiritual roots. As for your Ziyuanjing, we will send someone to your residence the next day."

Hearing this, Han Li looked at Han Hanfeng with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Father, why haven't you broken through to the Conferred God Realm? If the seven-colored spirit root is still useless, return it to them!"

Han Han Feng shook his head, took out a space ring from his pocket, threw it to Han Li, and sighed: "I didn't receive this seven-colored spiritual root at all!"

Hearing Han Hanfeng's words, Han Li was stunned, and hastily penetrated his consciousness into the interspatial ring.

"If the seven-color spiritual root is taken out, the blood mark should disappear! But the blood mark is still there, how can the seven-color spiritual root disappear!"

After murmuring, Han Guofeng looked at Zhu Yilong and Aoyu in puzzlement, and said, "You all saw me put the seven-colored spiritual root in with your own eyes, how could it disappear out of thin air!"

When the people on the side heard the news that the colorful spiritual roots had disappeared, some looked puzzled, while others looked at Han Li suspiciously.

"What's going on? According to you, no one knows where the colorful spirit root is now?" Yun Yi's face changed suddenly, and his voice was sullen.

Just as Yun Yi's words fell, the sky not far away suddenly thundered and lightning flashed.

After a while, the hail-like raindrops poured down like a pouring plate, and instantly bombarded the houses and the ground below, creating a spray of water.

Feeling the strangeness not far away, all the people fell into silence at the same time, all looking in the same direction.

On the void carpet, Qin Tian pointed to the group of people directly above the auction house, and then pointed to the sky not far away where the heavy rain was pouring, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Master, what happened to them? Why is that sky so weird?"

Xiao Feng frowned, shook his head slightly, and sighed quietly: "Disciple, the storm is coming!"

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