Fighting: I am Han Feng, I respect my teacher

"Didn't you want to go hunting?"

Han Feng's gaze was like a knife, and his voice was icy cold: "Perfect, it's been a long time since I've slain a demon!"

"hehe."

The demonic figure chuckled and his right arm trembled. Countless black and purple demonic patterns spread across his arm and condensed into a demonic serpent halberd. As soon as the halberd appeared, the void trembled like the surface of water.

He wielded his halberd and slashed diagonally, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy that surged forth in a furious wave!

The Serpent Spirit and the Demon Serpent Halberd collided head-on in mid-air, with fire and demonic energy surging wildly. The two terrifying forces tore through space, causing the entire illusion to crack like glass, and even the heavens and earth seemed to change color!

Han Feng was blasted back more than ten feet by a tremendous force, his chest felt slightly tight and his blood was churning.

"I've witnessed the power of this flame; let's move on to the next one."

After unleashing his halberd strike, the demonic figure sighed somewhat listlessly.

Han Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just now, with that one move, the opponent didn't even take half a step back.

Damn it, are they hiding their true abilities...?

Is he using me as a whetstone, or is he simply treating me as... a plaything?

Han Feng let out a long breath, allowing the blood and qi in his body to calm down.

He knew that anger was pointless in the face of such an enemy.

"In that case..."

Han Feng murmured softly, and with a flick of his palm, a wisp of crimson flame slowly rose up.

This wisp of flame was not ostentatious, but the moment it appeared, it caused the evil aura of the entire illusion to tremble slightly!

Nanming Lihuo!

The moment the flames appeared, the demonic energy in the void seemed to instinctively retreat, and even the arrogant and aloof demonic figure's pupils suddenly contracted.

"what?"

The demon stared at the wisp of crimson flame, its expression finally becoming serious: "The Vermilion Bird Flame... You actually possess its inheritance."

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

The demon chuckled, but the laughter was no longer the initial contempt; instead, it carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement, as if the real prey had finally revealed its fangs, which in turn aroused the hunting desire within him.

"The Vermilion Bird... that old bird back then certainly caused us a lot of trouble."

"Now that you have inherited its power, we can't let you off so easily."

Before the words were finished, a blurry black shadow suddenly appeared behind the demonic figure. It had the head of a snake and the body of a human, with blood-red eyes, and looked like an ancient demon god.

Chapter 480 Enlightenment and Enlightenment

The Dharma form behind the demonic shadow looked somewhat illusory and not a physical entity, but the pressure it released made Han Feng feel the fundamental difference in their cultivation levels.

If the soul avatar that the Yellow Spring Demon Saint initially condensed was a half-finished product developed through self-exploration, then the one before us is a fully finished product.

However, it is clear that this fully-formed Dharma body is also unable to fully unleash its power at this moment, and is also being suppressed.

Han Feng raised his hand and pressed down heavily on the Vermilion Bird pattern on his chest. Strands of crimson flames rose up and condensed into a phantom of a Vermilion Bird behind him.

"bring it on!"

Let me see just how formidable the enemy I'll be facing in the future really is!

"Vermilion Bird! Transform into feathers!"

As Han Feng spoke, his aura changed once again. The phantom of the Vermilion Bird behind him spread its wings, and a powerful aura spread out, purifying all the evil energy around him.

Feather-like flames appeared on Han Feng's body, and his brows began to resemble those of the Vermilion Bird.

The shadowy figure fell silent.

The smile that had been on his lips had vanished without him noticing.

Upon seeing this "familiar" figure, the demon seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.

Once upon a time, this figure had driven the Heart Demon Clan into a series of defeats.

The demonic figure slowly raised its hand, and the avatar behind it moved in sync.

"Demon Heart Seal!"

boom!

In the sky, dark clouds churned, and a gigantic handprint blotted out the sun, falling like a torrential downpour.

Han Feng rose up from the ground, and the flames behind him condensed into two huge fire feathers in the wind.

After flying into the air, Han Feng used his wings as blades and slashed forcefully at the black palm print.

chap!

The Nanming Fire's suppression of evil energy was immediately effective, and a gash was quickly cut open in the black palm print.

However, Han Feng did not relax at all. He continued to gather flames and cast a fire seal.

boom!

"Vermilion Bird Seal!"

The Vermilion Bird Seal struck the gap in the black palm, further enlarging the opening.

However, that's all.

Han Feng frowned slightly, and the light around him quickly dissipated.

The black palm covered the sky and the sun, this time truly enveloping everything from all sides, leaving no place to escape.

Han Feng knew that his opponent was serious with this move.

As the Demon Heart Seal descended, the demonic energy around Han Feng grew increasingly dense, and his mind was affected accordingly.

Although the Fallen Brahma Heart protected the origin of the soul, it still could not avoid being interfered with by the power of the Heart Demon Clan.

Han Feng took a deep breath, and golden light appeared in his eyes.

"We can't get entangled with him anymore."

"The Bodhi Mantra!"

"Subduing the Bodhi Mind!"

"Ten dwellings! Ten journeys! Ten repetitions!"

Han Feng was surrounded by Buddhist light, and the Vermilion Bird feathers were adorned with golden light. An even more powerful aura than before suddenly exploded out.

At this moment, Han Feng transformed all his power into the energy of the "Bodhi Manual" and the Southern Bright Fire, maximizing the power of these two demon-controlling weapons.

Han Feng's body was enveloped in a fusion of Buddhist light and Vermilion Bird flames, which condensed into golden runes on his body, each one flowing with ancient Zen and the majesty of a divine beast.

The moment the Demon Heart Seal landed, he clasped his hands together, and golden light in the shape of lotus blossoms emanated from his fingertips—a new realm created by the collision of the Bodhi Mantra and the Vermilion Bird's power, which actually opened up a pure lotus platform in the dark purple domain.

"Swastika seal!"

As Han Feng gave a low shout, the lotus platform spun and supported the falling Demon Heart Seal. Buddhist light, like a tide, washed over the edge of the palm print, purifying the evil patterns that were gnawing at the soul one by one.

For the first time, the demonic image showed signs of fluctuation. The serpent-headed, human-bodied phantom revealed a look of pain in the Buddha's light, and the evil eye on its chest no longer oozed black blood, but rather a turbid liquid with golden light.

"Bodhi... How is this possible!" The demonic shadow's voice finally cracked. "How could you, a native of the Dou Qi Continent, possess Buddhist supernatural powers?"

"Damn it, those bald monks must have left behind some legacy!"

Buddhist scriptures rained down on the demonic figure, and wherever they passed, the scales formed by demonic energy crumbled, revealing countless chains wrapped around them—the demonic shackles used by the powerful members of the Heart Demon Clan throughout history to suppress their sworn enemies.

Han Feng's pupils contracted slightly; he had seen these patterns before in the illusion simulated by the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

It turns out that the so-called Heart Demon Clan also participated in that great battle.

Han Feng continued to push out with his palm, the golden Buddhist seal merging with the Southern Ming Fire to form a huge swastika, which suddenly pressed down.

boom!

The demonic shadow, along with the Dharma image behind it, was instantly suppressed and fell from the sky to the ground with a heavy thud.

Han Feng walked towards the other party step by step, accompanied by Buddhist light, and the surrounding demonic energy melted away rapidly like melting snow.

"Surrender and stop making futile struggles."

The power of the Southern Ming Fire, after being integrated with Buddhism, increased dramatically, and the power of its moves had an immediate effect.

Han Feng watched as the demonic energy on the Heart Demon Clan member gradually dissipated, and before he could even speak, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This feeling...no, you..."

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

"That's amazing..."

The demon clan member lying on the ground let out a mocking sneer.

"But it's a pity..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Han Feng struck out with his palm.

boom!

The demonic shadows on the ground, now like reflections in water, became illusory and distorted.

Click!

Countless cracks, like shattering mirrors, appeared instantly in the surrounding scenery, accompanied by a series of breaking sounds. Han Feng's eyes glowed red again.

"The tribulations of the heart are not limited to one level!"

That chilling voice echoed in Han Feng's mind, like a thousand ice needles piercing his soul.

Han Feng felt a sudden dizziness, and the fighting spirit within his body suddenly became sluggish and difficult to circulate.

"This is... the second illusion?"

Han Feng gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He tried to activate the Southern Bright Fire, but found that the familiar heat had become extremely weak.

The surrounding darkness gradually coalesced, transforming into a blood-red wasteland.

In the distance, a withered ancient tree stands amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, its branches draped with countless bodies, swaying gently in the wind.

Han Feng's pupils shrank sharply—it resembled an ancient Bodhi tree, yet it exuded a suffocatingly evil aura.

"Do you see that? This is the price you pay for your pursuit of power."

A voice exactly like Han Feng's came from behind.

Han Feng suddenly turned around and saw another "himself" standing three steps away, with a strange smile on his lips.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with blood-red flames dancing in his eyes, and his body was shrouded in darkness even purer than that of a demonic shadow.

"who are you?"

Han Feng asked in a deep voice, while secretly circulating Buddhist techniques in an attempt to dispel the illusion.

"Me? I am you."

Han Feng, clad in black, chuckled and stepped forward. “I am the truest part of your heart—your thirst for power, your obsession with revenge, and your hatred for those who hurt you.”

As he spoke, the surrounding scenery changed once again.

Han Feng saw himself standing on a pile of ruins, with countless corpses beneath his feet, including familiar faces—friends from his past life, respected teachers, and comrades-in-arms from his alliance.

However, among these familiar scenes, there were several more figures, including... Lin Xian'er!

"No!"

Han Feng roared and punched the illusion.

However, his fist passed right through the black-robed man's body, as if it had hit thin air.

"Are you angry? Are you afraid?"

Han Feng, clad in black, suddenly spoke in a sinister tone, “Nothing you do will change. Those who deserve to die will still die, and even those who shouldn’t die will fall into an endless abyss because of you!”

Han Feng's breathing became heavy, and he felt a cold energy surging from the bottom of his heart, eroding his reason.