Qin Feng's seemingly ordinary punch landed precisely on Chunyang Zhenren, but surprisingly, the entire process was completely silent.
Just then, a bizarre scene unfolded—the body of the Pure Yang Master was rapidly dissipating at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye, like a sand sculpture being weathered!
"Boy...you...you give me..."
Master Chunyang roared in exasperation, but before he could finish speaking, he vanished without a trace.
You must understand, he was merely a fragile wisp of divine soul imprint, how could he possibly contend with the powerful Qin Feng?
With the passing of the Pure Yang Immortal, the once majestic blue dragon that had been hovering in the air also vanished instantly due to the loss of divine power.
Qin Feng's resolute face was as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple, as if what he had just done was nothing more than a simple act.
He calmly scanned his surroundings, then skillfully and swiftly pulled out several array flags of different colors embroidered with mysterious runes, as well as several array plates exuding an ancient aura from his robes.
His hands moved like phantoms, placing the array flags and array plates in specific positions and orders.
In the blink of an eye, a seemingly simple yet powerful defensive formation was formed.
After all this ordeal, Qin Feng's divine power was less than 40% of what it was at its peak!
Since the road ahead was unknown and fraught with unpredictable dangers, he decided to restore his divine power to its peak before continuing his journey.
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Time slipped by unnoticed, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
During this long period of time, Qin Feng absorbed the incomparably precious Divine Source Stones with great eagerness. The energy of fifty Divine Source Stones flowed continuously into his body, nourishing his meridians and dantian.
As he completely refined and absorbed the last piece of divine source stone, Qin Feng felt as if he had been reborn.
His once weak body was now filled with surging divine power, and every muscle and bone exuded a powerful aura that made people's hearts tremble.
He slowly opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and his aura rose steadily, like a giant dragon awakening and raising its head to the sky.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he dispelled the defensive formation he had previously set up. The seemingly fragile formation seemed to have a life of its own in his hands, obediently dissipating into nothingness.
Immediately, Qin Feng took a deep breath and walked forward with a determined expression.
Time passed quietly, and Qin Feng had no idea how long he had been walking.
Just then, he suddenly sensed a heart-pounding energy fluctuation coming from ahead.
This fluctuation was extremely powerful, as if it could tear apart the void.
However, due to the extreme limitations on spiritual sense in this place, Qin Feng was unable to see what was happening ahead with his naked eyes alone.
However, Qin Feng did not panic. He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and carefully sensed the information conveyed by this energy fluctuation.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, a strange expression on his face.
Through his senses, he discovered that there were four distinct auras ahead.
One of the auras felt somewhat familiar to him. After some thought, he suddenly realized that it seemed to be Ling Xueyan's aura!
"How did this woman come to the True Spirit Continent? And how did she manage to infiltrate the temple..." Qin Feng pondered to himself, "What exactly is she plotting here?"
Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
After a moment of silence, as if he had made a decision, he immediately concealed his aura and used a magical invisibility technique, then his figure sped forward like a ghost.
As they drew closer, the energy fluctuations grew stronger, to the point that even the air itself began to tremble and distort.
Clearly, an exceptionally fierce battle is taking place ahead.
Finally, when Qin Feng arrived near the battlefield and saw the situation clearly, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Ling Xueyan held a gleaming sword and moved nimbly among the enemies.
Her swordsmanship was incredibly sharp; each strike brought forth a dazzling flash of light.
She was engaged in a fierce battle with two men and a woman.
These three were also quite skilled. They cooperated seamlessly, used ruthless moves, and launched fierce attacks on Ling Xueyan relentlessly.
In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, creating a breathtaking scene.
After casually glancing at Ling Xueyan, Qin Feng slowly shifted his gaze, finally fixing it on the man in a magnificent purple robe not far away.
At just one glance, Qin Feng felt that this person looked somewhat familiar.
After a while, Qin Feng finally remembered that the person was wearing the unique attire of the Ziyang Sword Sect, and was undoubtedly a member of the Ziyang Sword Sect!
As for the man and woman, they were both unfamiliar faces; Qin Feng had never seen them before.
Qin Feng did not focus his attention on the fierce battle between Ling Xueyan and the three people. His gaze was drawn to a spiritual herb garden not far away, as if attracted by a magnet.
From afar, the herb garden looked like a dazzling and colorful dreamland, densely packed with all sorts of rare and precious herbs.
Some of these medicinal herbs bloom as intensely as flames, while others are as clear and translucent as jade.
What surprised Qin Feng even more was that there was a small portion of spiritual herbs among them, which he had never seen before, even with his extensive knowledge.
However, based solely on his intuition, Qin Feng was able to determine that this small portion of unfamiliar spiritual herbs must be extremely precious and extraordinary.
Qin Feng secretly wondered if these small amounts of spiritual herbs could be used to refine divine pills.
Although he was tempted, Qin Feng had no intention of collecting spiritual herbs right now.
After all, Ling Xueyan and her three companions were still engaged in a fierce battle not far away.
If he were to make a move at this time, he would definitely become the target of public criticism.
Although he was not afraid, he still had to try to avoid using his divine power.
Judging from the current battle situation, Ling Xueyan and the three are evenly matched, and it is very likely that they will both suffer heavy losses in the end.
That will be the time for him to step forward and collect the medicinal herbs!
Just then, the man in purple robes from the Ziyang Sword Sect suddenly swung his right hand, and a dazzling light flashed. Immediately afterwards, a golden divine sword, its entire body golden and shimmering with brilliant light, appeared in his hand.
The golden divine sword was like a golden sun, radiating a terrifying pressure and sharp aura.
The purple-robed man's face instantly turned ferocious and twisted, as if he were being controlled by a powerful force.
His eyes widened, revealing boundless killing intent and madness.
At the same time, the divine power within the purple-robed man surged forth like water bursting its banks, continuously converging towards the golden divine sword in his hand.
These divine powers, like giant golden dragons, surged into the sword, causing the entire sword to tremble slightly, seemingly unable to withstand such a massive energy input.
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