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A milky white brilliance enveloped the whole body. When those true spirits saw him, they turned a blind eye and did not attack him.

Thoughtful in his heart, he didn't doubt him immediately, and rushed all the way to the core area of ​​this forest.

He had a hunch that the place he was looking for was right there.

After discovering that these true spirits had no ill intentions towards him, Han Feng simply fled all the way at top speed.

Han Feng was also shocked by what he saw along the way.

In this area, there are countless strange spirit flowers, spirit grasses, spirit fruits with different auras... that's all.

Although there are not many true spirits living here, each occupies a vast area.

But along the way, Han Feng saw many legendary ancient beasts.

There are Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu... and other ancient mythical beasts.

There are also Bai Ze, Kui, Fenghuang, Qilin, Wuwu, Xiezhi...etc.

They were all ancient true spirits with pure bloodlines and half-holy strength, which shocked Han Feng.

In the end, Han Feng, who was almost numb from the shock, finally came to the center of the world.

A giant tree he had never seen before.

The big tree stands on top of the sky, and the root system spreads below, connecting with the whole space and land. The branches and leaves on the top spread like a canopy, emitting colorful rays of light.

The entire core area was actually covered by this big tree, which made Han Feng dumbfounded.

What surprised Han Feng the most was the flat area where the trunk and branches of the giant tree intersected.

There were actually a few small huts built there, surrounded by wooden fences, and a small courtyard was built. Flowers and plants were planted around the small courtyard, and there were even a few acres of Susukida.

What surprised Han Feng even more.

At this time, in the middle of the courtyard, on a wooden recliner, was lying a grizzled, skinny old man.

He put a broken fan on his face and took a nap comfortably.

When Han Feng flew up the giant tree and landed in this area, the fan on the old man's face slipped and he was suddenly awakened.

"Um……?"

He looked at Han Feng suddenly. At that moment, Han Feng felt his whole body froze, and the blood in his body seemed to stagnate.

The old man's cloudy eyes, staring at him, were even more terrifying than the gazes of those true spirits, making Han Feng feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Han Feng suppressed the shock in his heart, cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Senior... Senior, dare to ask where is this place?"

The old man stared at Han Feng for a long time, and finally grinned.

"Hehe...boy, are you Feng Xiaotian's son?"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment and could only nod his head.

"It's really you, the old man didn't believe it when the boy Feng said that his son might come here in the future.

I didn't expect that you not only came, but also earlier than I expected! "

The old man looked Han Feng up and down again, nodded and said: "Not bad, not bad, the eighth layer of Hunyuan Jue, the skill is pure, stronger than Boy Feng just came here!"

Han Feng was shocked when he heard the words, the other party actually saw through at a glance that he was practicing Hunyuan Jue.

Moreover, it seems that his father also practiced this method of warfare.

Seeing Han Feng's surprised face, the old man smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, the old man is also practicing Hunyuan Jue, and we are all inheritors of Kuafu Dashen's lineage.

However, the old man is not as talented as you, and he is old now, and his body is not good enough. "

Han Feng was even more surprised when he heard the words, and quickly clasped his fists again and said, "Junior Han Feng, I paid my respects to senior, but didn't you ask senior's name?"

The old man waved his hand, "The little old man's surname is Deng, you can call me Mr. Deng, I'm... the Guardian of the Vault of Heaven."

"Sky Guardian!"

Han Feng's eyes flashed, the sky is a blessed place for giant spirits, a barrier to isolate the outside world.

God General Yao Huang said that the exit from the sky to the starry sky is in the Lost Land. Could it be here?

This Elder Deng seemed to see what Han Feng was thinking, and said lightly: "With your current cultivation, it is impossible to ascend to the starry sky. You want to return to the blessed land of giant spirits."

Han Feng knew that if the old man in front of him had any malicious intentions, with his current strength, he might not be able to resist at all.

He simply nodded and said: "Yes, I wonder if Mr. Deng can help me return to Lingwu Continent?"

Unexpectedly, Elder Deng shook his head and said, "I can't help you.

The duty of the old man is to guard the sky, let the right people go out, and let the people who shouldn't come retreat. Where you want to go, you have to rely on yourself. "

"On my own?" Han Feng looked puzzled.

Elder Deng raised his hand and pointed to a hut in the corner of the yard.

"There, there are things your father left you back then, go and see for yourself."

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"Something my dad left me?"

Han Feng looked in astonishment at the hut that the old man was pointing at.

"Yes, he said, if you come, the things inside should be able to help you get back to where you are going." Elder Deng said lazily.

When Han Feng heard this, he was overjoyed, and without doubting him, he went directly to the small wooden house and pushed it away.

"Whoosh...!"

His hand just touched the wooden door, and a huge attraction directly sucked him into it.

Han Feng subconsciously fought against it with all the energy and blood in his body, but he had no power to resist and was sucked into it.

The next moment, Han Feng was actually on a starry sky altar, which was quite similar to the altar in the ruins of the Martial God Clan.

It's just that there are no god statues on the altar, and there is a square high platform in the center of the altar.

Han Feng walked up the stairs and came to the square platform.

What caught the eye was a dense array of mysterious patterns and seals. Around the square platform, there was a circle of arc lines, and five fist-sized grooves were connected to the arc.

Han Feng looked at the square platform blankly, his eyes suddenly focused.

Looking at the center of the square platform, there is a letter.

"My son's wind blows lightly, and my father's wind roars in the sky!"

"Uh……"

Looking at the two lines of scribbled characters on the envelope, the muscles on Han Feng's face twitched slightly.

I feel that my father is a little mysterious and inconspicuous.

But since the old man expected that he might come here, he must have left a way out.

Han Feng hurriedly picked up the envelope and tore it open forcefully, not knowing what kind of material the envelope was made of.

Take out the inside, a roll of animal skin as crystal clear as jade, with lines of golden text on it.

The text is as follows:

"Hey, son, I am your father!"

Han Feng wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued reading.

"I really didn't expect that you kid can really come here, which shows that your strength is already super-first-class in Lingwu Continent, and it must be top-notch in this Wushen Mountain Division.

As expected of being my son Feng Xiaotian, father is proud of you!

By the way, by the way, the mountain masters of the Wushen Mountain Division are all my friends, so don't be too rude to them. "

Han Feng's eyelids twitched, and he thought, can you say something useful?

He felt more and more that his father was unreliable. How did my mother fall in love with him?

Finally, the following article talks about what Han Feng cares most about.

"Boy, don't worry, I know, you must be anxious to return to Lingwu Continent.

Speaking of which, the difficulty of this matter is not small.

Even with a genius like your father and me, who is rare in 10 years, it took thousands of years to develop a method by virtue of the law of time. "

When Han Feng heard this, his heart sank. He couldn't afford to wait for thousands of years.

Fortunately, the following will be written immediately.

"The so-called Lao Tzu planting trees and my son enjoying the shade, you are earning money, but Lao Tzu naturally wouldn't let you spend so much time.

Don't worry, the starry sky formation depicted on this altar is the starry sky teleportation array made by me, which can send you back to Lingwu Continent. "

Seeing this, Han Feng finally let out a long sigh.

"Father, you are still my dear father!"

The affection between father and son arises spontaneously at this moment.

But Han Feng quickly saw the next line.

"But... son, dad can't let you be too easy, young man, you still need to temper yourself.

Have you seen those five grooves, hey, those are the five eyes of the teleportation array.

But the thing in the eye of the formation was left by me on the outskirts of Wushen Mountain, the Nether Holy Land of the Nether Race.

There are five good guys watching them, just go get them back yourself.

By the way, don't report my name, they hate me to the core, you must know that you are my son, they will kill you at all costs.

Well, don't miss dad, and don't be too moved, dad and mother will always miss you and your brother. "

After reading the whole letter, Han Feng still maintained the posture of holding the letter paper, and stood there for a long time.

During this period, the veins on his forehead throbbed, his muscles twitched, and his face was occasionally grim.

In the end, Han Feng squeezed the letter paper into a ball.

"call……!"

Taking a deep breath, Han Feng finally calmed down and didn't curse out loud.

"Forget it, who told this to be my own father?"

Although for his father, he forced himself to increase the difficulty of customs clearance, Han Feng was depressed and angry.

But fortunately, Dad finally pointed out the direction for himself.

It's just that, I have to go back to Wushen Mountain, and even go deep into the Holy Land of the Nether Race.

You don't need to think about it, it is definitely an extremely dangerous place.

In the end, Han Feng left the starry sky altar and walked out of the cabin.

Elder Deng in the yard rolled his eyes at Han Feng, and said with a smile, "I must have been tricked by your father."

Han Feng's eyelids twitched, and he knew that this old guy must have expected this a long time ago, deliberately making fun of himself.

Knowing that he couldn't beat the opponent, Han Feng could only ask for advice honestly.

"Old Deng, my father said that he put some things in the Holy Land of the Nether Race, do you know that place?"

When Mr. Deng heard this, he sighed.

"Tsk tsk tsk... That place, I know, is very dangerous, the core area where the strong Nether clan is entrenched.

Back then your father almost killed them, they hated your father so much.

Moreover, with your current cultivation base, it is definitely not possible to go it alone. "

Han Feng frowned, knowing that there was something in the old man's words, he hurriedly bowed to ask for advice: "I also ask Mr. Deng for advice!"

"Hey...it's not difficult, you can follow your father's example and lead the Wushen Mountain Department to fight directly.

Defeated the Nether clan army, wiped out their holy land, and just snatched their things back! "

When Han Feng heard this, he smiled helplessly in his heart.

"Is this the only way?"