Han Feng was full of curiosity and took out the left leg bone.
This is the left leg bone he extracted from the skeleton at the three-way intersection a while ago. He had carefully examined the left leg bone before, but he found nothing at all.
Just a moment ago, a flash of white light suddenly appeared from it, which was very strange and forced Han Feng to be cautious.
"The white light is somewhat similar to the white light emitted by the Snow Bone Flower. Could it be that there is some connection?!" He muttered secretly in his heart.
Han Feng decided to take it into the valley together to see if there were any changes. Maybe there would be an unexpected surprise.
He always acted resolutely and immediately stepped into the valley.
The Snow Bone Flower still stood quietly in the center, as if sensing his arrival, the white light it emitted suddenly brightened and became more intense.
A wave of spiritual pressure surged in, and a large white light condensed into a wall. While blocking Han Feng, it also continued to erode towards the center of his eyebrows, trying to break through his soul sea as always.
Han Feng endured huge pressure, accompanied by dragons and tigers outside him, and walked forward step by step. Amidst the fire, he soon reached the fifteen-foot area in the valley.
This was like a restricted area, and Xueguhua immediately reacted violently. Just like before, tens of thousands of beams of light transformed into ropes, blocking all directions and imprisoning Han Feng again.
Han Feng raised the left leg bone several times, and no matter how much he poured in his true energy and soul power, there was no response. This made him depressed, and he had to lift the broken sword to strike.
At this moment, the left leg bone suddenly lit up, also emitting a glistening white light. With a pop, it soared into the sky and split into thousands of rays of light in the blink of an eye. One by one, it matched the thousands of beam ropes of the Snow Bone Flower. Connected together, they form a net in mid-air, shining brightly.
Han Feng was inexplicably surprised. He lowered his head and looked at the left leg bone. He saw that layers of runes appeared on its surface at some point, like gold threads. The nets echoed each other, as if they were breathing gently.
Han Feng's eyebrows glowed, and his soul power was concentrated on the left leg bone, quietly observing its runes.
The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. This talisman surpassed all the talismans he had in his hand. Even the several seventh-grade talismans obtained from other enemies could not compare with it. It did not seem to be on the same level.
Perhaps the Five Elements Talisman in his storage ring can be compared to it, or even surpass it.
If he really studies it thoroughly, he will definitely benefit a lot!
In fact, with his current soul power cultivation level, if he had time and opportunity, he felt that he should be able to transcend the limitations of the soul power realm and successfully draw a fifth-grade talisman.
Therefore, he was able to gain some insights from the talisman pattern on the left leg bone, at least he could see it clearly, otherwise ordinary talisman masters would never be able to see the door.
He watched with gusto, unaware of the passage of time.
Fortunately, the left leg bone completely withstood Xue Guhua's attack, which allowed him to devote himself to research as if no one else was around.
What's even more amazing is that the talisman pattern on the left leg bone flickers, as if breathing or swallowing something, and the light emitted by the snow bone flowers in the distance is gradually dimming.
I don't know how long it took, the snow-bone flower made a crisp sound, and a crack suddenly appeared on its bone-like branches, and the fragments flew. Then the light emitted by its flower suddenly dimmed, and it shrank rapidly, along with the light it burst out. Thousands of ropes of light beams also dissipated like lights going out.
The left leg bone glowed slightly, the talisman glowed slowly, and the talisman patterns on it more than doubled, covering almost half of the upper area of it. The layers were stacked on top of each other. At first glance, it seemed a bit dazzling.
Han Feng was overjoyed and took the time to penetrate into the soul to observe and understand the mystery.
Unfortunately, it only lasted for a few breaths, and the light on the left leg bone shrank, all the light shrank, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then the runes on it also disappeared without a trace.
Han Feng secretly cried out that it was a pity, but he had no choice but to put it away with great care. He looked up and looked around, only to find that the spiritual pressure around him had long since dissipated, and the snow-bone flower in the center had also turned into a pile. The fragments left only a faint glow, flickering gently.
Han Feng dispersed the golden dragon and giant tiger outside him, walked up to the Snow Bone Flower, and stretched out his hand, but as soon as he touched one of the fragments, it immediately turned into ashes, and then dissipated without any trace left.
It seems that they were disturbed, even if it was extremely slight, the remaining snow bone flower fragments were annihilated one after another, disappearing completely, with no more left.
Han Feng's eyes flickered and he muttered secretly: "What on earth is this? It really doesn't look like a living object!"
He did not leave the valley. Instead, he sat down cross-legged, took out the talisman paper and pen and ink from the storage ring, unfolded a piece of talisman paper, dipped the pen in the ink, and immediately drew the talisman on the paper.
His technique is still extremely smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he can draw a fourth-grade talisman in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, he drew the next one without stopping, extremely fast.
In a short time, just a cup of tea, he actually drew forty or fifty fourth-grade talismans. They were piled up in the open space on his left, and the talismans flickered, illuminating the entire valley.
At this time, he stopped, holding the talisman pen, and suddenly closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something.
After a few breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. With a wave of his left hand, a piece of talisman paper spread out. He dipped in ink and started writing. The talisman patterns were like roads, forming in an instant, winding and twisting. In the meantime, there were more and more talisman paths, but his speed was also getting slower and slower, and he seemed to be suffering from great resistance. He paused several times. If it weren't for his perseverance, he would have given up long ago.
Such a difficult drawing, obviously this grade is not low, it is the fifth grade talisman!
Han Feng just thought that after observing the talisman patterns on his left leg bone, he might be able to draw a fifth-grade talisman in one fell swoop.
However, he hadn't drawn a talisman for a while, so he opened the way with a fourth-grade talisman to let himself get the feeling back. After he got comfortable, he could then draw a fifth-grade talisman. Maybe the success rate would be higher.
But the reality is that the difficulty of the fifth-grade talisman is beyond his imagination. It is like a big mountain lying in front of him, blocking him everywhere. At this moment, when he writes, it feels like there are tens of thousands of pounds of force blocking him, and his right hand is shaking slightly. .
He gritted his teeth and persisted, advancing a little smoothly, and was only a few inches away from the end of the last rune.
But at this moment, a ray of red light suddenly appeared on the left side of the talisman path, spreading quickly, burning the entire talisman paper, and then dispersed in the wind.
Han Feng felt helpless and sighed, so he had to take out a piece of talisman paper again and continue to draw.
