After Han Feng figured this out, he stopped wasting time and concentrated on absorbing the auras of those venerables. However, in less than a cup of tea, the jade seat above suddenly flashed with light, and a terrifying aura spread out, as if A storm formed and hit Han Feng instantly.
Han Feng was caught off guard and his body was thrown away. His throat was fishy and he spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.
He endured the severe pain, and while he was in mid-air, he immediately crossed his hands, the Spirit Refining Diamond Art in his body was running at high speed, and the bright white brilliance condensed outside his body to resist the aftermath.
"Boom boom boom..."
There were loud noises in the sky, and the auras of those sages were like violent waves, washing over Han Feng's body one after another, unable to allow him to absorb them, and pushing him far away.
Han Feng resisted desperately, blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and his bones made a clicking sound, as if they were breaking.
"boom!"
He rolled to the ground, feeling pain all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart.
Fortunately, the chairperson stopped releasing those terrifying auras at this moment, allowing Han Feng to take a breath.
"It finally stopped!" Han Feng reached out and connected his bones, making a snapping sound, and he was secretly glad in his heart.
The power of the Venerable, even if it is only the residual aura, cannot be resisted by the fake elixir man. Only a physically strong person like Han Feng can save a life, otherwise he will definitely die without a burial place.
After a cup of tea, Han Feng slowly stood up from the ground. He shook his neck, and with a crack, his whole body basically recovered, and there was no longer any injury in his body.
If this kind of physique were spread to the outside world, it would definitely make people feel incredible.
But he took it for granted, otherwise his body training during this period would have been in vain. After absorbing so much of the essence of Biluo Youshui, even if he did not break through to the realm of subduing the dragon, he would still be promoted to a transitional stage. Following the Qi Lian School Compared with the realm of fake elixirs, the specialness of the Soul Refining Diamond Technique naturally allowed his physical body to reach a new height.
Han Feng stretched his limbs and made sure there were no problems before turning around and walking into an arch on the side.
He walked through the door and came to a corridor. He went straight forward and couldn't see the end in front of him clearly because it was shrouded in white light.
"What the hell is this place?" Han Feng was surprised and couldn't help but slow down and walk forward gently.
When he walked more than ten feet, he suddenly felt something. He looked back suddenly, only to find that the arch behind him was gone. There was only a long corridor leading to the end that could not be seen clearly, and it was completely white.
"Another maze?" Han Feng secretly guessed, but he did not turn around and go back, but continued to move forward.
However, he walked for a full stick of incense and did not reach the end at all. The distance was still white and there was no change at all.
Naturally, Han Feng would not sit still and wait for death. He immediately took out a large stack of fifth-grade talismans and activated them at the same time. He repeated his old trick, forming a storm of talisman power and rushing forward.
"call……"
The white light in the corridor suddenly surged up, making a roaring sound, and transformed into thousands of tiny white dragons, rushing in one after another, scattering the Talisman Storm one by one.
Han Feng was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to be negligent. He was about to raise his hand to launch the Tyrant Fist, but unexpectedly, these white dragons dissipated on their own, as if they had never appeared before.
"It's really weird!" Han Feng stopped and frowned.
He clenched his fist fiercely and struck out with infinite power and domineering force. The white light in front of him suddenly dispersed, but after the force of the fist reached a hundred feet, it gradually disappeared and disappeared.
Just when he was about to continue attacking, the white light in front suddenly condensed into a ball and turned into a fist, which crashed into him with a rumble that was even more powerful than his previous blow.
Han Feng quickly struck out with both hands, using the Tyrannical Fist in one hand and the Sun Shape in the other. The two complemented each other and illuminated both sides of the corridor, covering a distance of dozens of feet.
The next moment, his Tyrant Fist and the Light of the Sun collided with the White Light Fist at the same time. In an instant, violent light waves erupted, impacting everywhere.
However, the space here seems to be tighter and more solid, without any distortion.
After a while, all the light waves disappeared and the corridor returned to calm.
Han Feng crossed his arms to resist the unparalleled impact, but his face was a little pale, and it was obviously a lot of consumption.
He didn't dare to attack randomly anymore and moved forward slowly.
Another stick of incense has passed, and the front is still as vast as the sea, filled with white light, and there is no end in sight.
Han Feng stopped, turned his head and thought for a while, his eyebrows suddenly lit up, releasing a thick crystal light, and the powerful soul power spread out and spread forward.
However, his soul power was soon eroded and blocked by those white lights, unable to penetrate too far, and it stopped abruptly just over ten feet away.
Han Feng did not give up and pushed harder. His whole forehead was shining brightly, soft and gorgeous, like the light of the bright moon.
But at this moment, the white lights in front changed again and turned into shield-like existences, blocking Han Feng's soul attack.
When Han Feng saw this, he felt happy. He could feel that these white lights seemed to be afraid of his soul power, so he did not fight back and turned to defense.
He couldn't help but feel confident and exerted it with all his strength. The seven-colored light bloomed on his forehead, and its power surged. A bang-bang sound suddenly sounded. As he walked along, all the shield-shaped white lights in front of him were wiped out and dissipated like floating bubbles.
Han Feng was overjoyed. He realized for the first time how powerful his soul power could be. He accelerated his pace and rushed forward, using his soul power to clear the way. He was so fast that he broke through the vast white scene in just a few breaths.
An arch appeared in front of it again, but it was blurry and nothing could be seen inside.
He walked directly into it without much hesitation.
It turned out to be a room with smooth walls and an empty space. Only a stone table was placed in one corner, with a wooden box placed on it.
The wooden box is not big, only about the size of a palm, but it is as green as emerald and full of luster. You can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.
Not only that, the wooden box is also painted with thousands of bamboos, as thin as a needle, but lifelike, and a vitality seems to be born spontaneously, and it is about to hit your face.
"Good stuff!" Han Feng couldn't help but praise, thinking that this thing might be a reward for him to get through this test.
He stepped forward and took it from the air, but failed to move it.
"Is there another mystery?" Han Feng murmured secretly, then reached out to grab the wooden box and picked it up with force, but still failed.
"Impossible?!" Han Feng was shocked. His strength was so great that he could pick up even a mountain, not to mention a wooden box.
