"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"
A chilling wind blew toward the three of them.
The ancestor of the Baohua clan's expression changed, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
The further the three walked, the more terrifying the eerie wind became.
The face of the progenitor of the Baohua clan turned ashen, and his body trembled even more violently.
This Yin Wind Hell was originally created by the Nine Li Immortal Emperor for those at the Immortal King level and above.
The "inheritor" he wants must be at least a Celestial King to meet the requirements.
Moreover, the divine sense of the "inheritor" is much stronger than that of the current level.
Generally, if one forcibly elevates themselves to the Immortal King realm using secret methods, they will not be able to pass the Yin Wind Hell trial.
This test alone eliminated too many people.
Those who have possessed another's body are also unlikely to pass.
Han Feng saw too many corpses along the way, most of them dressed in animal skins.
The further he walked, the stronger the corpses lying on the ground became.
"Brother, it's such a waste that these corpses are lying on the ground. Why don't we..." Ruru asked timidly.
"You want a storage bag, right?" Han Feng said with a smile.
"Uh-huh."
Ruru nodded quickly.
"The storage bags can't be opened here, but I brought burlap sacks with me."
Han Feng took out a burlap sack from his person and handed it to Ruru.
Ruru excitedly took the sack and collected all the storage bags from the corpse.
"Aren't we going a bit too far? And this sack..."
The progenitor of Baohua was so shocked that he forgot about the ever-blowing eerie wind.
"There's nothing excessive about it. They died here, and it's a waste to leave their things here. We're just helping them use them," Han Feng said matter-of-factly.
"It seems perfectly reasonable."
The progenitor of Baohua paused for a moment before nodding.
After being cleansed by the Golden Pool, Han Feng felt almost nothing in the Yin Wind Hell.
Ruru may be the reincarnation of the Demon Emperor's divine consciousness, but it has no effect whatsoever.
On the contrary, she was happily picking through the large sack of marijuana.
Many of the storage bags found on the corpses did not escape her grasp.
The progenitor of the Treasure Flower finally couldn't hold on any longer, so Han Feng carried her on his back.
"Actually, if I had persevered a little longer, I should have been able to escape this Yin Wind Hell." The ancestor of Baohua blushed slightly.
"I'm afraid your life will be in danger if you keep going any longer. If you really had the strength, you wouldn't be lying on top of me like that." Han Feng didn't take it seriously.
He knew that what the ancestor of Baohua said was awkward; he should have pressed his chest against her back.
Han Feng could feel that exaggerated softness.
He felt he had underestimated the founder of Baohua; he could only be described as someone who kept a low profile.
The progenitor of the Baohua clan blushed and remained silent.
Han Feng, with his hand raised, also looked incredibly awkward.
It's better not to think about this kind of thing; the more you think about it, the more embarrassed you become.
Han Feng carried the Treasure Flower Ancestor for a distance, and at the very end, there were more and more corpses.
Some of these corpses were dressed in animal skins, while others wore clothing from the Tianxuan Immortal Kingdom. Those who could reach this point were all among the best of the Immortal Kings.
"So many storage bags!"
Like a little money-grubber, Ruru kept searching the corpse.
She picked up many storage bags from the corpses ahead of her, her movements exceptionally practiced.
Han Feng felt that he had led Ruru astray. Ruru had probably seen his behavior in the Fire Pattern Imperial Tomb and started to imitate it.
The three finally arrived at the eye of the storm and saw the words "Hell of Knives".
"I feel like I can walk now." Ancestor Baohua thought about getting down.
"I'll carry you on my back; it's going to get even harder from here on out."
Han Feng didn't let her get down and proceeded to the next level.
The hell of knives consists of towering mountains, and the ground of these mountains is not made of mud and rocks, but of countless blades.
The blade looked incredibly sharp, occasionally flashing a dazzling light.
Han Feng grabbed a corpse at the Immortal King level and threw it into the Hell of Knives.
This corpse was a body cultivator in life, and its physical body was incredibly strong.
However, he couldn't withstand the sharp blades on the mountain of knives and was riddled with holes.
But that wasn't the most shocking part. The blades began to spin on their own, shredding the corpse to shreds.
"This blade can move on its own." The progenitor of Baohua was so frightened that his face turned extremely pale.
“If we, the living, were to enter, there might be other unforeseen circumstances,” Han Feng said calmly.
He half-squatted down and said to Ruru, whose face was pale, "Get on your brother's shoulder."
"OK."
Ruru climbed up his arm and onto Han Feng's shoulder.
After confirming that there were no problems, Han Feng entered the hellish mountain of knives.
Golden light emanated from his body, forming a protective shield around him, preventing the blades on the ground from harming him at all.
These blades, as if alive, began to spin on their own.
However, they had difficulty breaking through Han Feng's defenses, and the golden light showed no signs of breaking.
Han Feng continued forward, the blades on the ground becoming increasingly sharp.
After the smooth road comes the real mountain of knives.
The mountain of knives stretched as far as the eye could see, and the ground was covered with densely packed blades.
The higher the blade goes, the more dazzling the light it emits.
This means that the blade becomes increasingly sharp and terrifying towards the top.
"Brother, why don't we wait for you here? The two of us on top of you will make things much more difficult for you," Ruru asked with some concern.
"Yeah, you shouldn't carry me on your back anymore. You can manage on your own."
Ancestor Baohua was also worried, and her face showed shame: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so willful. This is adding to your burden."
The blades on the mountain of knives look sharp and densely packed, which would frighten people with trypophobia.
"Don't be silly. We're leaving later and won't be passing through here. You two are just waiting to die here."
Han Feng calmly said, "Besides, how do you know I can't get you through this?"
This is the most difficult part of the hell of knives.
He no longer concealed his strength, pushing the Undying Technique and the Nine Li Overlord Body Technique to their limits.
Behind Han Feng, a phantom image of the Tree of Life appeared, upon which many true spirits dwelled.
"You two better hold on tight."
Han Feng reminded him.
"ah?"
The two didn't know what Han Feng was going to do, so they could only follow along.
Han Feng stepped onto a real mountain of knives and began running upwards.
"By running?"
The progenitor of Baohua looked astonished.
She felt that Han Feng might be too confident; he could easily walk through this dangerous path.
If you were to run through it, the difficulty would increase by dozens of times.
Han Feng was very fast, and he ran the 100-meter distance in no time.
His physical body was incredibly strong, and this distance had no effect on him whatsoever.
"Being physically strong is something to be confident about, but you should always be careful in everything you do."
Seeing how relaxed Han Feng was, the progenitor of the Treasure Flower Clan breathed a sigh of relief.
She quickly understood why Han Feng had chosen to run, because several throwing knives were rapidly approaching her from a distance.
These throwing knives are so fast that only a few can be seen with the naked eye.
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