1182: C1182 On Li Guang Island

C1182 On Li Guang Island

"Crack! Why is there a crack? This is a Top-quality saint artifact. Even if it is a quasi-divine artifact, it shouldn't be so easy. . . "

" Could it be. . . "Ling Gan seemed to have thought of a terrifying possibility as he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Impossible. How could the other party have a legendary divine weapon? The Forgotten Continent definitely wouldn't have such an existence. I must be wrong. Perhaps the Death God Sword in my hand has already reached its limit. " Ling Gan was unwilling to believe that the Fire Tower was a divine artifact that surpassed a saint artifact.

There was also a limit to how much a saint artifact could be used. When one used it again and again to collide with a powerful saint artifact, when the damage reached a certain limit, the saint artifact would be damaged.

Ling Gan could only attribute all of this to the Death God's Sword. It had already reached its limit, and that was why it was so easily cracked. The Death God's Sword had existed for ten thousand years, and had been used many times in between. The possibility of reaching its limit was extremely high.

"Damn it, the Death God's Sword has cracks, and its power has been greatly reduced. If this continues, it will be very unfavorable to me" Ling Gan's heart was filled with thoughts of retreating.

The instant this thought of retreating arose, Ling Gan felt a wave of shame. As the number one true disciple of the Spiritual Race, when had he ever retreated in battle?

In his anger, Ling Gan ignited the few Saint Origins in his body. The Death God's Sword in his hand suddenly slashed down.

"Death God's Storm Slash!"

Han Feng gritted his teeth and poured out his Saint Origin and life force. The Heavenly Fire Tower was like a dazzling sun as it once again crashed into it.

Kacha!

Boom!

Under Ling Gan's shocked gaze, the Death God's Sword actually directly broke apart!

"No!" Ling Gan's heart ached. Even if it was him, losing a Top-quality saint artifact would still be blamed by the Spirit Race's old ancestor.

A Top-quality saint artifact was second only to a Quasi God artifact. It was extremely rare and precious in the ancient family. Losing any one of them was not a small loss to the ancient family.

Along with the destruction of the Death God's Sword, Ling Gan's hatred and killing intent towards Han Feng reached its peak. The seemingly tangible killing intent filled the entire space. However, under the attack of the Heavenly Fire Tower, Ling Gan unwillingly withdrew his resentment and killing intent. No one knew what secret technique he had used, but the Cultivation base suddenly expanded once again.

"Break!"

This punch was extremely powerful and shocking, as if it was going to poke a hole in the sky.

The fist collided with the Heavenly Fire Tower, and the tower was sent flying for the first time. Han Feng's facial expression changed dramatically.

At this time, Ling Gan didn't pay any attention to Han Feng. Under Han Feng's shocked expression, he turned into a ray of light and flew away quickly, disappearing from Han Feng's sight in the blink of an eye.

"He. . . Ran away?" Han Feng was stunned. He never thought that a person with such high self-esteem like Ling Gan would also make a move to escape. Shouldn't he fight to the death?

Han Feng wanted to chase after him, but Little Fatty stopped him. "That Ling Gan has used a secret technique. His speed is not even comparable to an ordinary Saint Realm Small Success. You won't be able to catch up to him. "

Hearing this, Han Feng could only give up unwillingly. He kept the Heavenly Fire Tower and asked worriedly, "Little Fatty, are you and the Heavenly Fire Tower alright?"

Lil' Fatty said disdainfully, "Although the strength of that punch was great, it even sent me flying. But it's still not enough to hurt me. I'm still far from being able to do it. As for you. . . This time, you have lost 300 years of your life. As the Great Saint Realm. . . Your life force is less than 1,700 years old. You must make the best use of your time to break through to the Peak of Saint Realm. At that time, you will have the limit of 4000 years. A mere 300 years of life force loss is nothing. "

Han Feng nodded. The first time he used the Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower, the consumption of life force had caused Han Feng's hair to turn white. The second time he used it, there was almost no change.

It was all because of the difference in lifespan.

Now that he had lost three hundred years of his life, Han Feng knew that it would affect his cultivation. However, when he broke through to the Peak of Saint Realm, three hundred years was nothing compared to four thousand years. At that time, the tiny bit of effect would disappear completely.

Lil 'Fatty then said, "The secret technique used by the spiritual dried fruit is not ordinary. It can allow the Peak of Saint Realm to have a speed no less than the Saint Realm Small Success realm. I'm afraid that it will cost a lot. " Lil' Fatty's face was filled with schadenfreude as he said this.

Han Feng curled the corner of his mouth. "Even so, he still didn't leave his life behind. If he were to cause trouble for Lin Qingshan in the Spirit Race. . . "

Lil 'Fatty clicked his tongue and said. "Don't worry. Lin Qingshan is a Spirit Devouring Body. With this alone, no one would dare to make things difficult for her other than those old ancestors. Don't look at how that Ling Gan is going to kill you right now, but when facing Lin Qingshan, he has to curry favor and build a good relationship with her. Rather than worrying about Lin Qingshan's safety, you might as well worry that she will abandon you and find a new lover. "

Han Feng's eyes widened. "Nonsense, this is impossible!"1

"So confident?" Lil 'Fatty teased.

"Of course. Currently, the strongest genius of the Spirit Race is Ling Gan, but compared to me, Ling Gan. . . " Han Feng revealed a confident expression and said, "This time, I have to use the Heavenly Fire Tower to deal with him. Next time, even if I don't use the Heavenly Fire Tower, he won't be a match for me. "

Lil 'Fatty looked at Han Feng's confident face and curled his lips. After that, his expression became serious. "Ling Gan suffered such a huge loss. He will definitely not let this matter rest. If I'm not wrong, he must have the support of Old Ancestor Yu Ling. It's too dangerous to stay in the Middle Continent. You have to leave the Middle Continent as soon as possible. "

Han Feng naturally knew this, but just as he was about to fly away, the injuries from the battle made him spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale.

Little Fatty became anxious. "This is bad. With your current condition, you must find a place to recover. However, in the Middle Continent, the Spiritual Race's influence was too great, and they couldn't stay for long. How about this, I'll use the Heavenly Fire Tower to quickly bring you out of the Middle Continent. As a price, you might faint for a period of time. "

Han Feng knew that leaving the Middle Continent as soon as possible was the most important thing.

The Spirit Clan was not the Sacred Dragon Clan. The Holy Dragon Clan had long since declined. There were basically not many powerful factions that cared about who they wanted to arrest. However, the Spirit Race was different. Once the Spirit Race issued a wanted order, all the factions in the entire Middle Continent would mobilize.

Even though it was very likely that only Ancestor Yu Ling would deal with him because of Lin Qingshan, Han Feng did not dare to take the risk. Who knew how much influence Ancestor Yu Ling would have in the Middle Continent?

Thinking of this, Han Feng got Little Fatty to activate the Heavenly Fire Tower and turned into a ray of fiery light that quickly flew towards the Central Northern Sea Region.

. . .

At the same time, in the escape route of Ling Gan, Ling Gan's speed slowly slowed down. Finally, he landed in a mountain range.

In the mountain range, Ling Gan's face was gloomy. This time, not only did he not kill the other party, he had also suffered a huge loss. Sensing the Cultivation base in his body, Ling Gan's expression became increasingly gloomy.

Just like what Little Fatty had said, the side effects of the secret technique that Ling Gan used were extremely great. The Cultivation base that Ling Gan used had already reached the sixth level of the Peak of Saint Realm, but now, it had fallen to the fifth level.

If the secret technique wasn't interrupted in time, it wouldn't be impossible for it to fall to the fourth level.

Currently, Ling Ya's Cultivation base couldn't even be compared to Ling Ya's. Ling Ya was at the peak of the fifth level.

Ling Gan took a deep breath and hurriedly contacted Old Ancestor Yu Ling.

A light screen appeared in front of Ling Gan. On the light screen was the face of Old Ancestor Yu Ling. After knowing everything, Old Ancestor Yu Ling had a look of disbelief on his face.

Patriarch Feather Spirit had never thought that the ant would pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger. This time, even his disciple who had benefited from it had almost fallen.

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