Han Feng soared into the sky, flying towards the secret realm that Wei Qianshi had spoken of.
To be honest, the reason he had agreed to Wei Qianshi's request was because of this secret realm.
To be able to injure Wei Qianshi, who had a five-star Dou Ancestor cultivation, meant that the Iris Serpent was at least a seventh-tier magical beast. And in a secret realm guarded by a seventh-tier magical beast, there was a high probability of finding a seventh-tier treasure, or even an eighth-tier one.
Traveling all the way to the Heaven-Breaking Mountain Range, Han Feng followed the directions and walked into the mountains.
He did not go to look for Wei Qianshi's friends. Firstly, there was not enough time, and secondly, it would be difficult to divide the spoils if there were too many people.
Perhaps, this time, he could go all out.
Han Feng thought to himself.
After some searching, Han Feng finally found that secret realm.
He slammed his fist forward. The sealed space immediately trembled and then sucked Han Feng in.
Inside the secret realm was a desolate mountain path.
All was silent, as if there were no signs of life.
A blue flame flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and then he strode forward.
The special ability of the Iris Serpent was its illusion poison. As long as he could guard against this point in advance, it would not be difficult to deal with it.
Strolling through the barren mountains, Han Feng's expression was calm.
In the storage ring Wei Qianshi had given him, there were some fifth- and sixth-tier spirit ores, which had been mined from this barren mountain secret realm.
Spirit ores were top-grade materials for forging weapons.
Compared to ordinary ores, spirit ores could greatly increase the strength of a weapon, stimulate the power of a monster core, and also endow the weapon with the function of advancing in rank.
Whether it was first-tier, second-tier, or sixth-tier, seventh-tier, spirit ores were all treasures that would be snatched up.
For a cultivator, a suitable weapon was extremely important.
If this weapon could grow along with the cultivator, then the role it played would be even more irreplaceable.
Among the ancient great clans, they all had similar growth-type weapons, and they had already been refined to above the ninth tier, touching the threshold of the Emperor-rank.
The Gu Clan's Ancient Emperor Mirror, the Hun Clan's Emperor-Slaying Demonic Blood Blade, and the Ancient Void Dragon clan's Dragon-Slaying Sword were all the strongest Emperor-rank weapons of the current era.
Among them, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was the most special. Only the Dragon Emperor could summon it. It was a divine weapon that was integrated with one's bloodline.
Han Feng's weapon in his previous life, the Heavy Xuan Ruler, was forged from divine iron from beyond the heavens. It was also a top-tier material of the spirit ore level. He had used it from a Dou Practitioner to a Dou Saint, and it was never damaged.
Unfortunately, the Heavy Xuan Ruler was gone in this life. He could only reforge a new one.
Continuing deeper, the mountain rocks around Han Feng became more and more strange, as if they had been arranged, presenting an extremely regular shape.
As far as the eye could see, this arrangement could extend to the other side of the mountain.
Such a huge scale did not seem to be man-made, but more like the miraculous creation of heaven and earth.
Under Han Feng's soul perception, a tyrannical aura erupted from the mountains.
A giant purple python shot into the sky. On both sides of its head grew iris-wings shaped like wings, and on its body were strands of purple light, as soft as tail feathers.
The Iris Serpent.
Han Feng stood calmly on the spot, not flustered at all.
The aura of a seventh-tier magical beast spread out. Some falling boulders were sent flying and shattered into powder in mid-air.
The grand opening was not just for show. Han Feng had already sensed that a little bit of transparent illusion toxin was mixed with the stone powder and drifting in the air.
No wonder Wei Qianshi had fallen for it. The opponent had already set a trap before the fight even began.
Han Feng gently waved his sleeve. A flame like an ocean wave swept out, directly carrying away the powder that contained the poisonous gas.
The Iris Serpent let out an aggressive hiss, its huge snake pupils slowly narrowing.
Thump, thump, thump!
Han Feng stepped on a green lotus and rose into the air step by step. Although he was not at the Dou Ancestor realm, he displayed an aura that was in no way weaker than the Iris Serpent's.
As his footsteps rose higher, a wave of the sea gradually surged up behind Han Feng.
The Iris Serpent looked at the tiny human before it with apprehension. He was clearly only at the Dou Emperor realm, so why could he bring it such terrifying pressure?
The animal's instinct made the Iris Serpent want to retreat, but its nascent intelligence made it choose to hold its ground.
Around some heavenly treasures, there were often powerful magical beasts guarding them.
Most of these magical beasts would not directly swallow the heavenly treasure but would guard it nearby, coexisting with it.
The Iris Serpent had guarded this place for many years. To want to scare it away directly was probably not possible.
Han Feng slowly raised his hand, and the ocean wave phenomenon behind him grew even higher.
"Flame Howl!"
The flame tsunami was launched in an instant, surging towards the Iris Serpent with an unavoidable might.
The Iris Serpent's pupils froze. The sky-blotting sea of fire shattered its rationality. Its animal instinct instantly took over, prompting it to flee into the distance without looking back.
Boom!
The flame ocean wave crashed against the barren mountains, like a grand performance, splashing up waves.
At the last moment when it was unavoidable, the Iris Serpent finally fought back tenaciously. However, it only held on for a moment before it was knocked unconscious by the waves of fire.
Han Feng did not rush to capture it. Instead, he used the spreading Sea Heart Flame to sense the location of the treasure in this secret realm.
Buzz!
A beam of treasure light shot up into the sky.
Han Feng looked at the mountain peak, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
"Interesting."
This spiritual fluctuation that had actively erupted was undoubtedly an eighth-tier treasure.
Han Feng did not delay. He immediately came to the Iris Serpent's side and took some of its blood.
Without delivering a killing blow, Han Feng left it alive and then rushed towards the mountain peak.
An eighth-tier spiritual object already possessed extremely strong spirituality. When it encountered danger, it would expose itself like this.
Han Feng came near the treasure light, his soul power converging in his eyes as he looked into it.
He saw a milky-white object slowly floating, suddenly releasing a ferocious energy.
Han Feng's soul power was immediately hit hard. Fortunately, his soul power was tyrannical, and he managed to withstand it.
Han Feng grunted, but instead of retreating, he advanced. His soul power condensed into a sharp spiral blade and shot directly into the treasure light.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The soul power broke through the defense of the eighth-tier spiritual object layer by layer. The other party finally panicked a little and began to flee upwards.
Han Feng opened his slightly bloodshot eyes and let out a low shout, "Soul Skill: Eight Spirits Cage!"
His soul power instantly took shape. A soul cage fell from the sky, directly locking the treasure.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The eighth-tier spiritual object struggled violently. Circles of white energy vibrated out. The entire mountain range trembled faintly, and mountain rocks collapsed.
Han Feng gritted his teeth. His acupoints pulsed, and the blood vessels in his eyes spread.
This was a dangerous contest. Even Han Feng himself had not expected to encounter such a tyrannical eighth-tier spiritual object.
The impact the other party had released just now, if Wei Qianshi had been here, he would probably have been killed on the spot, his soul destroyed.
This kind of high-tier spiritual object that specialized in soul attacks, if one had not cultivated soul skills, then only a Dou Venerate level expert would have a chance of subduing it.
Fortunately, Han Feng's cultivation in soul power was very solid, and he had improved a lot in the past six months. If it had been the him from half a year ago, he really might not have been able to handle it.
Seeing that the struggle of the eighth-tier spiritual object had slowed down, Han Feng struck while the iron was hot. He took a deep breath and formed a profound soul seal with his hands.
This was a trump card technique from his previous life.