I have a magic pot

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With his current majestic power, the energy in his dantian decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it decreased by nearly [-]% in a blink of an eye.

Han Feng was taken aback. At this speed, his dantian would be hollowed out by this thing in a short while.

However, no matter how he tried to break free from Fudiling's engulfing him, he couldn't do it.

Seeing that half of the white energy in the dantian has been swallowed, this guy is not only not full, but seems to have just opened up his appetite, and the speed of swallowing doubles again.

Han Feng finally stopped hesitating, and with a thought, the demon refining pot flew out directly, and the brilliance of a golden star shot towards Fu Diling.

"boom……!"

The golden light shook violently, as if a big hand had forced the order of blessing into the pot, and the absorption was interrupted.

"call……!"

Han Feng let out a long sigh of relief, but he felt a little scared in his heart. This was the first time that Fu Diling had such an abnormal phenomenon.

Han Feng could feel that the energy in his body was far from satisfying the other party's appetite, and he could even suck him dry in one breath.

Fortunately, there is the Demon Refining Pot, and the level of the Demon Refining Pot is obviously far above the Fudi Order, so it can be easily surrendered, otherwise, it would have been really dangerous just now.

Although there are lingering fears in his heart, Han Feng has a faint excitement.

Since the blessing land order will produce such a change, it seems that this brand new energy in my body may be the key to controlling the blessing land order.

Since there is a demon refining pot to escort him, he can study this thing carefully on the way to the Tianyuan Dynasty.

The first thousand and 680 chapters of the origin of life

Starting from Gancheng, heading north all the way, it only took four days.

The ship that Han Feng and others were on had already arrived at the northern border of the empire.

Then it crossed the border and entered the natural barrier "Beiyuan Forest" between the empire and the Tianyuan Dynasty.

During this period, the ship was sailing smoothly, and Han Feng never left the training room.

At this moment, in the practice room, Han Feng was looking up and down at the copper plate in front of him.

There was a trace of unwillingness on his face, and finally he sighed lightly and put down the thing.

Ever since he discovered that the Order of the Blessed Land could absorb his own energy, Han Feng looked forward to discovering some of the power of the Order of the Blessed Land.

In the past few days, he has been practicing kung fu in the kung fu room, practicing kung fu like crazy.

As soon as the skill is restored, immediately inject energy into the Blessed Land Token, until seventy percent of the power is injected into it, and then forcefully ingest the Blessed Land Token with the Demon Refining Pot.

After so many repetitions, Han Feng no longer knew how much energy he had injected into the Fudi Order.

But this guy is like a "lazy guy" who only eats and does nothing.

Han Feng injected so much energy, except that there was a slight invisible luster on the surface of Fudi Ling, nothing changed.

By the way, the appetite has become bigger, and the speed of absorbing energy is faster.

Even Han Feng faintly noticed that when he was driving the demon refining pot to ingest this thing, it took longer time.

This discovery made Han Feng alert.

He felt that as the energy he injected increased, it seemed that Fudi Ling's arrogance increased, and it actually began to try to compete with the demon pot.

Although the grade of the Demon Refining Pot is much higher than it, it is in a damaged state after all, and Han Feng can't exert its true power at all.

To be on the safe side, Han Feng finally decided not to inject energy into Fu Diling.

Otherwise, once this guy loses control and gets rid of the suppression of the demon refining pot, wouldn't he suffer the consequences?

Although a little unwilling, Han Feng still decided to put away the Fudi Order, and it would not be too late to try again when his cultivation base improved in the future.

However, the moment Han Feng picked up the Fudi Token and was about to collect it.

"Om...!"

A faint white light suddenly appeared on the surface of Fudiling.

The next moment, a direction inexplicably appeared in Han Feng's mind, and he felt a familiar cold aura.

Han Feng couldn't help being startled, he could sense that this was the message that Fu Di Ling actively transmitted to him.

He faintly realized something.

The next moment, Han Feng's figure flashed, he flew out of the training room, left a random sentence for Gan Lan Tianwei who was guarding the ship, and fled away.

After a while, nearly a thousand miles away from the ship, a volcano exuding scorching heat stood upright, and there was not a single monster entrenched in a radius of hundreds of miles around the volcano.

Because inside this volcano, there is a boiling magma pool.

An astonishingly powerful fire dragon that was nearly a hundred feet long swam freely in the lava.

He rushed out of the magma again, splashing a huge wave of lava that was hundreds of feet high. On one side of the flat ground, he curled his body comfortably and swallowed another one. The fire-type spiritual fruit that had been planted in the cave for many years was ready for a good night's sleep .

As a Huojiao whose cultivation has reached the quasi-sun level and has the blood of the noble dragon clan, it is the king with a radius of hundreds of miles, and no monster dares to challenge its majesty!

However, this overlord in the northern forest did not perceive at all that an illusory black figure was floating above its head at this moment.

In front of that figure, there was a blood-colored crystal floating, and invisible energy enveloped Huo Jiao's whole body.

The essence of life in its body passed away quietly, and all of them merged into the blood-colored crystal.

But this passing speed is not fast, and it doesn't make it feel uncomfortable, but it makes it a little sleepy.

Opened his mouth and let out a big yawn, Jiaolong's eyelids drooped, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

But in the next moment.

"Boom...!"

Suddenly, the mountain it was on shook violently, as if it had been impacted by some kind of energy.

Jiaolong suddenly woke up and was furious. He is the king with a radius of hundreds of miles. Who dares to touch his cave?

But when it roared and raised its head, it happened to see the mouth of the volcano, and a figure descended from the sky.

When the man stretched out his big hand, the void collapsed, the law shattered, and a palm print covering the sky and the sun came to suppress it.

Seeing this kind of scene for the first time in his life, Jiaolong was so frightened that his whole body twitched, and he was so scared that he didn't pass out.

Terrible human beings, this breath, could it be a Japanese-level power, or something even more powerful.

The instinct to survive made it burst out with a tenacious will, even under that terrifying coercion, it couldn't fly away.

It simply gritted its teeth, like a rolling earthworm, jumped into the magma pool, then recklessly drilled into the depths of the magma pool.

Until he drilled to the bottom of the magma pool, he felt the violent tremor of the mountain and the terrifying energy fluctuations that were enough to destroy him countless times.

It shrank into a ball in fright, shivering, and stuck its head into the bottom of the magma pool.

For a long time, when everything seemed to calm down.

Jiaolong slowly pulled his head out of the ground, and found that the magma around him had spread out, flooding the land for hundreds of miles, and disappeared together with the volcano where it had lived for many years.

At that moment, it knew that its home had been demolished.

So, with grief and fear, it became a wandering king...

At the same time, a ray of light flashed over the Qianlan Empire ship and flew back to the practice room on top of the ship.

This is exactly the Han Feng who went back and forth, and it only took a stick of incense to go back and forth.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the practice room, casually adding a layer of isolation and restriction.

Spreading out his right hand, a shield of stellar energy appeared, in which there was a small man several inches high, covered in purple and black, whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

Han Feng was no stranger to the aura of this villain.

It was the kind of "underworld slave" he caught in the eye of Lingquan in Tai'an City before.

Just now, Han Feng went directly to the mouth of the volcanic cave through the message delivered by the Fudi Order, and he saw Ming Nu in a hidden state, and immediately took action to grab him.

The strength of this underworld slave is similar to the one Han Feng encountered last time.

Relying on Han Feng's current cultivation base, coupled with his insight into the masculine energy characteristics of these slaves who are afraid of blood, it is naturally very easy to clean up.

Seeing that the other party wanted to escape into the volcanic magma, Han Feng flattened the volcano with one palm, slapped the other party's body apart in twos and twos, imprisoned his soul, and brought him back for interrogation.

At this moment, the underworld slave was trembling in Han Feng's palm, begging unceasingly.

"Senior, please let me go."

Without further ado, Han Feng shrank the shield of qi in his hand, and the terrifying force of qi and blood swept across, blowing out the burning smoke from the opponent, and he spoke coldly after the pain was beyond his control.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?"

The underworld slave was left half dead by Han Feng, and he was terrified in his heart. When Han Feng asked, he said without hesitation.

"Senior, I... I am in charge of collecting the source of life of powerful spiritual warriors or monsters."

As he said that, without Han Feng asking any more questions, a blood-colored spar floated out of his body.

Han Feng only took one look and recognized that it was the original blood essence.

"Besides this thing, what else do you have on you?"

Han Feng wondered if the other party also had the kind of round beads used to collect the energy of chaos.

However, Ming Nu shook his head hastily, even though Han Feng tortured him with Gang Qi, he only said that he had nothing left.

Han Feng was skeptical, and began to ask the other party who sent it and how many companions he had, but the other party refused to say no matter what.

When Han Feng was about to use some special means to extract a confession.

The familiar scene reappeared, and a strange bloody imprint appeared in the body of Ming Nu, and it disappeared in front of Han Feng.

Moreover, he really doesn't have that kind of ball in his body.

Seeing this situation, Han Feng was secretly vigilant.

He guessed that the Netherworld Clan had already launched an operation, and there were obviously more than one or two of these Netherworld slaves. Perhaps, they were quietly spreading across the mainland.

Some are collecting the energy of chaos, and some are collecting the source of life.

Han Feng faintly felt that the Nether tribe was brewing an astonishing plan.

It's a pity that these underworld slaves have been imposed a mysterious restriction, and they can't reveal any secrets at all.

While feeling uneasy in his heart, Han Feng sacrificed the Fudi Order again and held it in his hand.

From this point of view, it wasn't all in vain that he had injected so much energy.

Fudiling can actually perceive the existence of Mingnu, but the range of radiation seems to be only about a thousand miles.

Han Feng felt a little comforted in his heart.

These ghost slaves are very good at hiding their breath and body shape, even if they are too far apart, it is difficult to perceive them.

Now that he has the blessed land order in his hand, he can easily discover the hidden slaves of the underworld within a thousand miles.

If you are lucky, it will be an unexpected joy to catch the slave who is responsible for collecting the energy of chaos.

As for these primordial blood essences, they are all the life essence of living beings, condensed and formed, and they are extremely precious, so Han Feng kept them all.

After doing all this, he fell into samadhi again, but he attached a wisp of divine thought to the Blessed Land Token.

The Beiyuan forest is so vast and there are countless monsters. There is definitely more than one ghost slave like this.

He can harvest a lot along the way, maybe there will be unexpected gains...

The first thousand and 680 chapters first entered Tianyuan

A few days later, at the northern boundary of Beiyuan Forest, there were thousands of mountains standing on both sides, stretching endlessly, like a natural city wall thousands of miles away.

In the middle of the continuous mountain, a huge canyon with a width of a thousand feet is shrouded in a golden light curtain, like a huge portal.

In the sky above the continuous mountains, there are rays of light floating, and the inscriptions are looming, exuding powerful energy fluctuations.

In the void, there is clearly a very strong air-restriction restriction. If you want to pass through, you can only walk through the canyon light curtain.

At this moment, thousands of miles away from the canyon, the border of Beiyuan Forest.

On a huge ship, Han Feng and King Ying stood side by side, looking ahead.

With the eyesight of the two, they are separated by thousands of miles, and they can already see the situation of the border clearly.

Han Feng couldn't help sighing.