Qiankun Gourd

"How about Brother Han show it too?"

Yan Zheng glanced at Ye Feng and said.

"Fellow Daoist Yan's fire-attributed skills are extremely powerful. I cannot compare to them!"

Ye Feng smiled modestly.

"However, I can demonstrate my sword skills."

Ye Feng silently chanted a spell, and seventy-two green swords spun out from his storage ring and then transformed into a giant sword over twenty feet long.

The giant sword shone brightly, and with a clanging sound, it chopped towards a hill in the distance.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and a hill in the distance was split in half.

"It turns out that Han Daoshan is good at using flying swords!"

Yan Zheng smiled slightly.

With his cultivation level at the late stage of Lianxu, he naturally did not take Ye Feng's swordsmanship seriously.

The two returned to the cabin and continued their conversation.

About half a month later, a square about a thousand feet wide appeared in front of the two above the clouds.

"Fellow Daoist Han, we're here! Do you see that huge stone gate in the square? That's the entrance to the True Spirit Realm."

Yan Zheng stood on the deck of the flying boat, pointing to a huge stone gate in the square in the distance.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng looked up and saw a white jade door about a hundred feet high on the north side of the square. The door was closed and shining with dazzling light.

"Oh! This is the entrance to the True Spirit Realm. Such a strong spiritual fluctuation!"

Ye Feng said lightly.

Ye Feng put away the flying boat, and the two of them flew towards the square in a flash.

At this moment, many cultivators from the True Spirit Clan gathered from all directions. These cultivators were all in the Void Refinement Stage.

“I heard that there are many monsters, ghosts and demons in this True Spirit Realm. It is not suitable for low-level cultivators to enter, let alone cultivators in the Fusion Stage!”

Yan Zheng said on the side.

"Why?"

Ye Feng asked with some confusion. It was understandable that low-level cultivators were not suitable to enter, but why were cultivators in the fusion stage also unable to enter?

"This is very simple! There are many dangers inside. It is very dangerous for low-level cultivators to enter. If cultivators in the fusion stage enter, more powerful monsters and ghosts will appear. By then, this protective formation may not be able to stop them."

Yan Zheng explained on the side.

Ye Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this, thinking it made sense. The True Spirit Realm was originally an ancient battlefield. The higher the level of cultivation, the heavier the resentment inside. It was naturally not a good thing for a cultivator in the Fusion Stage to enter.

While the two were talking, many True Spirit Clan monks landed on the square. At this time, there were about hundreds of people on the square.

The huge white jade door suddenly flashed with light, and there was a loud rumbling sound, and the door slowly opened.

"The True Spirit Realm has finally been opened!"

Someone shouted excitedly, and then without saying a word, turned into a beam of light and flew in.

Seeing this, the others no longer hesitated and turned into a beam of light and flew into the stone gate.

"Friend Han, let's go too!"

Yan Zheng greeted Ye Feng, and with a flash of red light around him, he turned into a beam of light and flew towards the stone gate.

A flash of light appeared around Ye Feng, and then he turned into a black light, following closely behind.

The two flew into the stone gate, and a flash of light appeared in front of their eyes, and they appeared above a desert.

"We are really unlucky to be teleported to the Illusion Desert!"

Yan Zheng looked around and said helplessly.

According to Ye Feng's memory, this illusion desert is located in the northwest corner of the True Spirit Realm, a very long distance away from the core battlefield.

"But it doesn't matter. As long as we fly towards the position of the third sun in the sky, we will find the exit."

"This is my first time here, and I'm not familiar with the environment. I'd like to trouble Brother Daoist Yan to lead the way!"

Ye Feng clasped his fists and bowed slightly and said.

"No problem! Fellow Daoist Han, please follow me!"

Yan Zheng glanced up into the sky, determined the position of the third sun, and flew over as a beam of red light.

Ye Feng turned into a black light and chased after him.

Half an hour later, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the desert, and the sky full of yellow sand blocked the view ahead. Fortunately, the two had strong spiritual sense and did not lose their way.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and a sand man about tens of feet tall rose from the ground. The sand man waved his big hand without any hesitation and slapped the two of them.

"Friend Han, be careful!"

Yan Zheng dodged the attack.

Ye Feng was not slow either, and he dodged the slap.

When the sand man saw that he had missed the two of them, he slapped over with both of his big hands at the same time.

Although the sand man was huge in size, his speed was not slow at all. The two of them dodged hurriedly and avoided being hit.

The sand man became furious when he saw this, and opened his mouth wide, with countless sand and stones shooting out of his mouth, attacking Ye Feng and the other man.

The two of them hurriedly circulated their magic power, activated the mountain-protecting magic shield, increased their speed, and finally got through.

After passing through the dusty area, the sand man quickly disappeared behind him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

They didn't know how long they flew before they flew out of the illusory desert and entered a dense forest.

The two wanted to fly higher to see the entire forest clearly, but no matter how high they flew, they couldn't fly out.

"The Forest of Ten Thousand Cages!"

Ye Feng now secretly thought of a place on the map.

"Yes, this should be the 'Wanlong Forest'. As long as we fly eastward, we should be able to reach the core area of ​​the battlefield."

Yan Zheng smiled slightly and said,

"I heard that there are several relics of ancient monks in the Wanlong Forest! Fellow Daoist Han, are you interested in taking a look?"

"The remains of an ancient monk? If there really were such a good thing, I think the good stuff would have been snatched away by someone long ago, right?"

Ye Feng said.

"That's not necessarily true. Good things aren't so easy to take away!"

Yan Zheng said again,

“Although the ancient monks have perished long ago, their spirits or consciousness may still be there, so it’s not that easy to take away their things!

This also depends on chance!"

"I am not interested in other items. I just want to go to the core of the battlefield to find the magical fruit!"

Ye Feng said.

"Since Fellow Daoist Han is not going, I will take my leave first! Take care, Fellow Daoist Han!"

Yan Zheng clasped his fists and bowed slightly to Ye Feng, then changed direction and disappeared from Ye Feng's sight.

"Take care!" Ye Feng looked in the direction where Yan Zheng disappeared, clasped his fists slightly, and continued flying eastward.

Ye Feng flew for about three or four hours, and a cave appeared not far ahead. There were shining golden lights in the cave.

He swept his spiritual sense into the cave and found many skeletons lying on the ground. The storage rings, storage bracelets, and storage necklaces on the skeletons were still there.

Deep in the cave, there was a golden skeleton sitting cross-legged, emitting golden light, and there seemed to be three or four storage rings in front of the skeleton.

Ye Feng thought for a moment and felt that the identity of this skeleton must be extraordinary, otherwise so many people would not have died in the cave for his treasure.

"I'm not stupid!"

Even if there are more treasures, Ye Feng is unwilling to go. Anyone who goes to such a dangerous place is a fool.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, bypassed the cave and flew forward.

However, before he could fly far, the skeletons on the ground in the cave suddenly came to life. They flew out and blocked Ye Feng's way.