C680 Dengfu Mountain
C680 Dengfu Mountain
He struck out with his first palm, and the Devil Palm Print, which was extremely overbearing, rolled out. In an instant, it killed the High Rank Martial Lord that was holding the two axes, and shocked everyone.
Obviously, no one present had thought that Han Feng's combat strength could be this terrifying. He had killed a High Rank Martial Lord with a single finger.
This was a High Rank Martial Lord. In the Wuya City, it could establish a huge power. In the kingdom, it could establish a powerful family, but in front of Han Feng, it was still very fragile.
Han Feng wandered among the High Rank Martial Lord. He raised his hand and unleashed a finger beam that shattered all the attacks. The monstrous sword shadow was like a piece of paper in front of Han Feng. One could only see him attacking with ease. It was like a God of War that couldn't be stopped.
Such an attack obviously made the hearts of these High Rank Martial Lords tremble.
"I never thought that you would actually step into the Astral Martial Stage Level Six!" Pang Tai's expression was cold. This kid's talent was too shocking. In just half a year, he had broken through to the Astral Martial Stage Level Six from the Astral Martial Stage Level Three, even if he was a genius of Divine Seal Palace. It was very difficult for him to do this.
If it was said that half a year ago, Han Feng was only fighting a Low Level of the Astral Martial Stage genius of Divine Seal Palace, but now, he seemed to have the qualifications to compete with the High Rank Martial Lord.
As a matter of fact, even Han Feng had never thought that the process of advancing to the Middle Level of the Astral Martial Stage would be so smooth. He didn't even try to stop him. Everything was going according to plan. The current him... If he returned to the State of Zhao, it would be enough to make everyone in the kingdom tremble.
"It's too late for you to know now, isn't it?" Han Feng laughed mockingly, and then he calmly stepped forward. Boundless force surged along with him. His palm struck towards a High Rank Martial Lord. It was the young Martial Lord who had said that Han Feng was the lucky one.
When he saw Han Feng's palm strike approaching, panic flashed across the young Martial Lord's face. Previously, he was full of confidence, but now that he was facing Han Feng... He actually felt a sense of powerlessness, even though he was an Astral Martial Stage Level Nine. Still not enough.
"Ice Seal!" The young Martial Lord instantly ignited a seal. In an instant, a terrifying ice energy swept towards Han Feng. Like a furious wave, he pounced towards Han Feng, and the extreme ice energy wrapped around Han Feng. It was as if it was going to freeze his body.
However, Han Feng began to burn with a layer of flame, expelling all the cold air that came close to him. With a wave of his palm, the Fire Lotus of Death rushed towards the young Martial Lord. The seemingly shaky devil lotus actually contained a terrifying death energy. The instant the Fire Lotus reached the opponent, death descended. It took away the opponent's life.
In just a moment, the young Martial Lord's body was ignited by the Fire Lotus. Surging death Qi surrounded him, and no one dared to approach him. The power of death was extremely terrifying. If they were touched by even a tiny bit of it... It might even cause them to fall into a difficult situation.
"Don't be afraid. No matter how strong he is, he is only an Astral Martial Stage Level Six. Let's attack together. We'll definitely kill him!" Pang Tai shouted loudly, causing the morale of the crowd to rise again. That's right, so what if Han Feng had the ability to challenge those who were higher level than him? There were many of them here, could it be that they still couldn't defeat Han Feng?
In an instant, numerous powerful attacks were launched at Han Feng once again. Between the light of the blades and the sword shadows, there was a terrifying and brutal Qi that seemed to want to annihilate Han Feng.
Han Feng sneered. The devil intent on his body was overflowing. The terrifying Devil Dao energy rushed out like the arm of a devil king. In an instant, it shattered the joint attack of two Martial Lord warriors. In the next moment... Han Feng was holding a cold Devil Dao Divine Moon in his hands. That was Devil Emperor's technique. Han Feng had created it with the Heaven-connecting Battle Arts, and it also had a powerful force.
There was no combat technique that couldn't be transformed into Heaven-connecting Battle Arts. Although it was still far from the true technique of Devil Emperor, it was enough to sweep away all opponents at the same cultivation level.
The cold devil moon instantly cut through the body of a High Rank Martial Lord, and Han Feng merged the death Qi into it. It caused the devil moon to carry a monstrous death energy, cutting through the warriors who were hit by it. Even if their vital points were not hurt, their lives would still be taken away by the death energy.
"It's still too weak!" Han Feng shook his head. These High Rank Martial Lords seemed very strong, but in reality, they were not true geniuses. Han Feng had seen countless geniuses in his past life. Their techniques were very powerful when they were at the High Level of the Astral Martial Stage. It was very difficult to deal with them.
With Han Feng's experience, these so-called High Rank Martial Lord were no longer in his eyes.
"Looks like I still need to go to places where geniuses gather. Only then will I be able to see the god 's favored of my generation." Blood was boiling in Han Feng's body. He really hoped to find a suitable opponent to fight. To him, these people weren't fighting to his heart's content.
"Kacha!" Han Feng raised his hand and broke another High Rank Martial Lord's cervical vertebra, sending him flying tens of thousands of meters into the sky. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"As expected of my Evil Sovereign's disciple. He does have the demeanor of an expert." Evil Sovereign was in the Devil Sword, and he clearly recognized Han Feng's combat strength. In fact, what he really wanted to say was that Han Feng had some of Longevity Emperor's style. But after some consideration, he decided to flatter him. He flattered himself.
"I look down on you!" Han Feng said with disdain in his heart. This old man was more shameless than Wude. He had never forgotten to flatter himself.
"Shut up!" Evil Sovereign scolded. He then lied down in the middle of the Devil Sword and slept soundly.
Han Feng was like a God of War, carrying an aura that could sweep away an army of thousands. He killed one High Rank Martial Lord after another. Even if Pang Tai joined the battle, it would be useless. He would not be able to stop Han Feng's attack. His palm strike would definitely take away one's life.
"You, how can you be so strong?" Even now, Pang Tai still could not believe his eyes. This was a lineup that was sufficient to establish a kingdom. Just like that, he was killed by a Middle Level of the Astral Martial Stage Han Feng. His attack power... How could he be so powerful?
"Today is you, and next day, it will be Zi Rann." Han Feng calmly spoke in a cold voice. He had to kill Zi Rann. Furthermore, he believed that this day wouldn't be too far away.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feng's palm swept across. Pang Tai's head fell from the sky and was thrown to an unknown place.
He didn't stop at all, as if this was just the end of an insignificant matter. He continued walking towards the distance.
In Han Feng's eyes, these people were nothing but small fries. What he needed the most right now was to step into the Elemental Martial Stage, and then he would be able to attack the Divine Seal Palace.
Han Feng's speed was even faster now. Even without activating his Divine Crest, he was still like a wind roc, unhindered in the sky. After a few breaths of time, he arrived at the Western Domain of Wuya City, Buddhist Temple.
Han Feng stopped at the foot of the Buddha Mountain. This time, no one was there to assist him. He didn't mind as he took a step forward and stepped onto the stairs of the Buddha Mountain.
"Are you willing to convert to Buddhism?"
Just as Han Feng stepped onto the first step, a clear voice entered his ears. It was as if a beam of light had fallen on his body and was branded with the ancient characters of Buddhism.
However, no one could see Han Feng's transformation, only Han Feng could feel it.
The corner of Han Feng's mouth raised slightly. He was a Devil Cultivator, how could he enter the Buddhist League so easily?
"I only came to pay a visit to an old friend, I'm not willing to enter the Buddhist League." Han Feng replied with a smile, then continued walking forward. In an instant, he had already taken dozens of steps forward, but he wasn't stopped.
Finally, when he stepped onto the 100th step, another voice sounded in his ears, "The mortal world is filled with thousands of hardships, and it's not as peaceful as the Buddhist Sect."
Immediately after that, the light that enveloped Han Feng became even brighter, as if a scene had appeared in front of him. It was the life of a mortal.
It was a carpenter.
His cultivation base was very low, only at the Spiritual Martial Stage, but his craftsmanship was superb. Many wealthy and noble families liked the furniture that he made. He had a beautiful wife and a clever child. In this life, if he could keep it up, it would be perfect.
However, the scene changed and the warm scene disappeared. In the small town where the carpenter was, a group of bandits came. These bandits were all Genuine Martial Stage warriors, and they were extremely powerful compared to the people in the small town. They had committed all kinds of crimes, including burning, killing, and plundering. The carpenter's house was burned down, his son was killed, and his wife was kidnapped. Even the carpenter's three ribs were broken. Like a dead dog, he was thrown to the side of the road.
In the end, the carpenter who was tired of living in the mortal world stepped into the Buddha Mountain and became a monk in the Buddha Mountain. He forgot the worries of his past life and lived a peaceful life.
In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Han Feng had finished observing the life of a mortal.
Following that, other scenes appeared. They belonged to different lives. There were soldiers, pharmacists, thieves. Without exception, all of them stepped into the Buddha Mountain and became Buddhist disciples.
"All kinds of wealth and glory in the world are like fleeting clouds and fleeting clouds. Only the heart of Buddha can obtain true peace and eternity."
Han Feng smiled. It turned out that the stairs of the Buddha Mountain wanted him to enter the Buddha Realm.
"The reason why these people came to the Buddha Mountain was because they were in a bad mood. The Buddha Mountain could provide them with a place to stay. However, if there is a day when the most powerful enemy descends on Buddha Mountain... If the Buddha Mountain couldn't be saved, these people would die as well. Therefore, they had chosen to go to the Buddha Mountain, and it was just a matter of staying away from the world. However, I don't have the heart of Buddha. My Dao. No one could stop me. If I had the power to control the world, the suffering of these people... How could they put it on me?"
Han Feng's voice echoed in the Buddha Mountain. There seemed to be a sigh drifting in the air. Han Feng smiled again and took a step forward, heading towards the top of the mountain.