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Deng Laodao: "Otherwise, you can cultivate to the peak of Jiuwen, and you should be able to do it alone."

Han Feng was completely silent. He knew that his father had already screwed him to death, so there was no need to find a shortcut.

Contemplating on the spot for a long time, Han Feng finally made a decision.

"Forget it, it's just the Holy Land of the Nether Race. If I can go, so can I. Mr. Deng, wait for me to come back!"

Han Feng took a step forward, his figure turned into a frightened bird, and returned directly to the original path.

Seeing Han Feng's disappearing figure, Elder Deng stroked his beard and smiled lightly.

"That's right, this kid is more decisive than Boy Feng, I just hope he can hurry up, the time the sky can hold is not long.

Back then, it took Boy Feng to suppress the dark power for five years. I don't know how long it will take this kid. "

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However, after Han Feng made a decision, he rushed out of the core area, returned to Wushen Mountain, came to Jinshen Mountain, and found Yao Zhong.

Seeing Han Feng again, Yao Zhong was both surprised and delighted.

"Brother Han, you've figured it out, you're not going back, you want to marry the little girl, stay here?"

Han Feng was speechless, and then said solemnly: "Master Yao, how is the current battle between your Wushenshan tribe and the Nether tribe?"

Hearing Han Feng's question about this matter, Yao Zhong's face showed a dignified expression.

"Brother Han, to tell you the truth, this time when the dark night falls, the Nether Clan is coming in menacingly, even more shocking than the one that erupted when Senior Feng arrived.

Now my Jinshen Mountain Department has encountered a rebellion, and the loss is not small. It is extremely difficult to resist on the front line. I have already planned to go out tomorrow in person. "

Hearing this, Han Feng frowned and said, "Didn't you unite with the other four Shenshan tribes?"

Yao Zhong shook his head and said, "Oh...it's not that I don't want to, it's just that in the current Wushenshan tribe, no one will accept anyone, and no one has the ability to gather us together."

Speaking of this, Yao Zhong suddenly looked at Han Feng.

"Brother Han, you don't mean to..."

There was determination in Han Feng's eyes.

"Shanzhu Yao, please come with me one more time. I will personally visit the other four mountain lords and persuade them to form an alliance to fight against the Nether Clan!"

"Uh... persuasion again!?"

The first thousand 780 eight chapters stepping on the netherworld

Following Han Feng and Yao Zhong starting from Jinshen Mountain again, they traveled around the other four parts of Wushen Mountain.

Soon, the Wushen Mountain Department issued an announcement, and the five mountain owners formed an alliance and decided to jointly fight against the Nether Clan.

As soon as this news came out, the Wushen Mountains were shaken, and everyone was excited and surprised.

Immediately, a counterattack by the Wushenshan tribe against the Nether tribe kicked off.

The Wushen Mountain Clan and the Nether Clan have competed against each other for more than [-] years, and the Wushen Mountain Clan has always been at a disadvantage.

Until decades ago, the Wushenshan tribe jointly launched a counterattack and defeated the Nether tribe once.

Even broke into their holy land and achieved brilliant results.

After decades, the Wushenshan tribe's counterattack started again, and they cooperated with each other tacitly.

The Jinshen Mountain Department is good at attacking and attacking, mainly rushing and killing.

Mushen Shanbu is good at healing and recovery.

Shuishen Shanbu is good at pharmaceuticals, and is the main assistant.

The Vulcan Mountain Department is good at setting up formations and encircling and suppressing.

Tushen Shanbu is good at blocking and mainly defending.

The five divisions of labor are clearly defined and cooperate with each other, when the number and cultivation level are at an absolute disadvantage.

Unexpectedly, a powerful battle force broke out and fought fiercely with the Nether tribe.

Both sides have invested a lot of resources in this battle.

In addition to the frontal large-scale battles, the powerhouses of each other's camps are constantly fighting.

Among them, the five leaders of the Nether tribe are terrifying in strength, and their fighting power is better than that of the Lord of the Five Gods Mountain.

This is also the reason why Wushen Mountain has always relied on Wushen Mountain to defend against the dark night, and dare not counterattack.

But this time, in addition to the five mountain masters, there is also a mysterious strong man in the Wushen Mountain Department.

Every time the high level of the two sides fought, he would help out and stabilize his position against the five Nether clan leaders.

But every time this person makes a move, he wears a mask.

Except for a few people from Wushen Mountain, no one else knew the identity of this person at all.

With his help, together with the Wushenshan tribe, they were united like never before, and the war once turned from a disadvantage to a balance of power, and finally turned into an advantage.

The Wushenshan tribe's counterattack gradually became stronger, and they killed the Nether tribe and An Ye all the way back.

And the strength of that mysterious strong man has also become stronger and stronger in repeated battles.

Together with the five mountain masters, from the very beginning, facing the five leaders of the Nether tribe, they fell into an absolute disadvantage.

Gradually reverse, balance, suppress, and finally gain a decisive advantage.

With one big victory after another, it took three years.

The army of the Five Gods Mountain Division finally arrived, in front of a tall tower that exudes billowing black air, at the holy altar of the Nether tribe that the army had conquered back then.

Decades ago, the Nether clan was defeated here, and the Holy Land was swept away by the Wushen Mountain tribe, and now it is facing this crisis again.

Unbearable to suffer any more humiliation, the Nether clan army swore to defend the holy land, and broke out a decisive battle with the Wushen Mountain tribe.

In this battle, the two sides sent countless fighters to confront each other, and the sky was darkened and the earth was shaken.

Not only the strong from the bottom to the top of both sides played.

Among the holy altars and pagodas of the Nether Race, dozens of them condensed endless resentment and death.

The strength is comparable to that of the nine-pattern powerhouse, and all the ghost beasts that the Nether clan has enshrined for more than [-] years will go to battle.

As for the Wushen Mountain Department, it seemed as if they had sensed something.

The true spirits entrenched in the core area made a big move to help in the battle.

Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, Suzaku, Qilin, Taotie, Yazi... all the true spirits of the nine-pattern combat power rushed to assist the Wushen Mountain Division to fight fiercely against the opponent's ghost beasts.

The war lasted for ten days!

Finally, the top floor of the black pagoda.

"Boom...!"

A statue of a giant with a body covered in red gold and nine golden witch patterns gleaming on its shoulders.

The five leaders of the Nether tribe who had cultivated the nine patterns, combined their efforts to condense a giant magic figure of the dark night, and pierced through it with one punch.

Another palm suppressed the five people, almost killing them.

After doing all this, the golden giant figure disappeared, and a man in black clothes and a golden mask appeared in the hall.

He stepped over the five underworld generals leisurely, and walked to the highest point of the Holy Land of the Nether tribe.

In front of an altar that billowed with black air and exuded powerful restraining power.

He punched out without hesitation, and the nine witch patterns on his shoulders burst into brilliance.

"boom……!"

A punch pierced the void, and the golden light tore apart, evaporated, and shattered the billowing black air!

"Boom...!"

The altar exploded, and the black air dissipated.

Five clusters of light appeared in the void, releasing the auras of the five elements of "gold, wood, water, fire, and earth" respectively.

In the center of the light group, there is a golden book page.

The young man raised his hand to accept the five balls of light, then took the golden page in his hand and observed it carefully.

"Huh... this thing has the same breath as the page that Heidison left behind back then. Is there any connection between the two?"

The young man in front of him is none other than Han Feng.

During the three years of war, he led the Wushen Mountain Clan and fought against the Nether tribe countless times.

Especially with these five leaders of the Nether tribe, they fought hard all the way and suffered countless injuries.

But Han Feng persisted tenaciously again and again, growing continuously in the battle, and finally broke through the shackles and stepped into the realm of nine patterns.

Today, its combat power is so strong that one person is enough to suppress the five chiefs!

Today, he finally broke into the Holy Land of the Nether Race. Han Feng got his wish and got five eyes of the starry sky teleportation array.

Unexpectedly, now I got it by accident, another golden page.

With a thought, Han Feng directly accepted the object.

"You... who are you?"

At this moment, the five leaders of the Nether clan, with purple patterns lingering, and their faces filled with gloom, were full of unwillingness and fear.

Hearing this, Han Feng chuckled, and the mask on his face turned into powder, revealing a delicate and handsome face.

At this moment, Han Feng's skin is as crystal clear as beautiful jade, and even in the blood vessels, it is faintly visible, with golden blood flowing, and his body is full of divine brilliance, just like a fairy!

Han Feng's original aesthetics still pursues a sharp-edged masculinity.

However, after Hunyuan Jue reached the ninth level, his body evolved again and was transformed.

The current appearance can indeed be described as handsome and unparalleled, like a banished fairy.

However, when they saw Han Feng's handsome face clearly, the five Nether clan leaders seemed to have seen a ghost.

"You... are you Feng Xiaotian?"

Han Feng glanced at the five leaders of the Nether tribe whose vitality had been seriously injured.

"He is my father, my name is Han Feng, remember, I will come again in the future."

After finishing speaking, Han Feng did not wipe them out, he left the Nether Tower, led the victorious army of the Wushen Mountains, returned triumphantly, and returned to the Wushen Mountains.

After three years of fighting, Han Feng has gradually come to understand the rules and regulations of the Lost Land.

He knew that this was a unique world.

The Nether tribe and the Wushenshan tribe have actually formed the balance of this world.

The complete destruction of either of the two will have an impact on this world.

Therefore, Han Feng finally chose, what his father did in the past, crippled the Nether tribe, but left a glimmer of life.

After doing all this, Han Feng once again gathered the mountain masters of the Wushen Mountains to open the passage to the core area for him.

After three years of fighting, the mountain master of Wushen Mountain Division has already been extremely convinced of Han Feng.

At this moment, once again standing in front of the glowing space.

Huoshen Mountain, Mushen Mountain and Tushen Mountain, the owners of the three mountains, looked at Han Feng with reverence and admiration.

They are all willing to be driven by Han Feng.

Even "Yue Xian'e", the lord of the water god mountain tribe who was once beaten and cried by Han Feng, has no resentment towards Han Feng.

Even, looking at Han Feng's handsome face, his eyes were full of mist, and he was scratching his head and posing, his eyes were almost drawn out, the seductive intention was obvious.

There is only Jinshen Mountain Department, the mountain owner who has just succeeded to the throne.

Wearing a golden robe, Yao Yuelan has a graceful body, creamy skin, high hair, a little more mature, but still unparalleled beauty.

Looking at that figure from behind, his eyes were full of resentment and reluctance.

After the end of this battle, Yao Yuelan had entered the peak of Qiwen and was expected to be promoted to Bawen. Yao Zhong directly passed the position of Mountain Lord to his daughter.

Knowing his daughter's intentions, he probably didn't create opportunities for Yao Yuelan to get in touch with Han Feng.

It's a pity that Han Feng is still leaving now.