At this moment, the underworld has arrived, so there is no need to continue the battle between Hei Island and Qingdao.

It is also a good thing that the Black Sea can restore peace, and it is also beneficial to Wu Island.

Yang Feng stood there for a moment, waved his hand and made a spell.

The green speeding car shone brightly and turned into a blurry afterimage and continued to fly towards the front, instantly disappearing from the spot without a trace.

After flying for several days, Wu Island was finally in sight.

At this moment, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, stopped, looked to the left, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

He then turned around and flew towards it, and then stopped on another island after a while.

This island is not large in size, much smaller than Wu Island. The island is very narrow and long, shaped like willow leaves, with sparse vegetation on it, and large areas of gray-white rocks are exposed everywhere.

Yang Feng looked at the island below, and his face showed a strange look.

This island is the island where the Han tribe led by Qiu Han lived. It has now been under Wu Island. A water-blue ban has been opened on the island, covering the entire island.

Yang Feng's eyes swept around, his heart moved, and the scene of the previous act of urging the soul of Hongjun Tower to shuttle through the Guanghan Palace, which was here at that time.

However, although the willow-leaf island I saw at that time was exactly the one in front of me, there was still a gap between the two.

"Can't it..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his body flew down, sank into a sea near the island, and dived down below, and soon reached the bottom of the sea.

Yang Feng looked around, and his spiritual sense spread out.

His eyes lit up quickly, and he flew forward, and came to a huge rock under the sea, waved his hand and fired a sword energy, and sank into the huge rock.
Chapter completed!