"I won't be trapped here, unable to get out all year round, right? If this is the case, then I will also die due to exhaustion of spiritual power!" After the time of three sticks of incense passed, Han Feng felt worried, and he was also afraid that he would never be able to go out again. Escape this place.
He thought about it, then suddenly waved his hand and shot a ray of crimson glow towards a wall.
However, there was only a "bang" sound, and the light of the red glow disappeared instantly, but the wall was intact, leaving not even a trace.
When Han Feng saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but he also had a little more understanding in his heart. He stopped wasting energy and sat down quietly to think about countermeasures.
He used his soul power to observe carefully, trying to discern some clues.
But he looked at it for a full cup of tea and couldn't figure it out.
Just when he was about to give up, the remaining talisman once again released brilliant light, seeping out from between his eyebrows, and still hitting the light yellow wooden box.
The milky white light of the remaining talisman suddenly became solid, and talisman patterns gradually emerged, imprinted on the bottom of the wooden box.
In an instant, a pale yellow light emitted from the wooden box, spreading in all directions, illuminating the walls on all sides.
"Crunch!"
Without warning, a door opened on the wall behind Han Feng.
At the same time, the brilliance of the remaining talisman in the depths of his soul sea converged, gradually disappeared, and disappeared.
Han Feng quickly looked back and saw that it was gloomy outside the door. From time to time, there were strong winds blowing and buzzing sounds.
Han Feng pondered for a while, then stepped forward and walked into the door.
After entering, he found himself standing on a bridge, only three feet wide, but very long, spreading into the dim distance with no end in sight.
There are empty areas on both sides of the long bridge, with only the cold wind blowing and whizzing by, distorting the space from time to time and reflecting the brilliant light.
On the long bridge, bursts of strange light appeared, blocking the strong wind and preventing Han Feng from suffering any damage. However, a force emerged, like a mountain pressing down on him, suppressing his body and making it difficult for him to move.
The door behind him also closed, leaving him with no way out.
Of course, even if the door is still open, he will not turn around and go back. It is also a dead end there, so it is better to fight here.
Han Feng's whole body shimmered with light, resisting the bursts of strange light on the bridge, and moved forward slowly step by step. A full thirty breaths passed before he walked a few feet away, as slowly as a snail.
too heavy!
This bridge is far more powerful than the previous gravity area around Biluo Youshui Pond, which is squeezing Han Feng every moment.
Han Feng's body began to operate the Soul Refining Diamond Art on its own. There was a crackling sound in the bones, and the light on the surface of the body became brighter. His pace accelerated a lot. One step was a few feet away, and in just half a cup of tea, he had advanced twenty or thirty feet.
But this distance is just a drop in the bucket for the endless long bridge, and it is nothing to talk about.
"If we keep going like this, how many years and months will it take us to reach the end? Maybe this bridge has no end at all? Everything is just an illusion?" Han Feng thought secretly and had some insights.
He continued walking, getting faster and faster, but for half an hour, he still couldn't get out of the bridge. It seemed like there was no end.
On both sides of the long bridge, the wind was still howling, extremely cold, twisting the void, and scattering colored lights in all directions.
Han Feng stopped, looked around, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly reached out of the bridge.
Strong winds swept over him immediately, making a roaring noise, and struck like a big knife, slashing towards his palm.
At this moment, Han Feng did not shrink back and dodge, but stared at the situation outside with bright eyes.
The speed of these strong winds was extremely fast, and they fell on Han Feng's hands in the blink of an eye.
A magical scene appeared. These strong winds passed by without causing any damage to his palms. Then they rushed downwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The corners of Han Feng's mouth raised slightly, showing a smile, and he moved slightly, leaving the long bridge directly, floating in the empty void.
Those strong winds roared around him, and even if a few strong winds hit him, they had no effect, as if they didn't exist.
"Are these strong winds and colorful lights an illusion?" Han Feng was surprised.
The fake elixir in his body released the extremely pure power of the sun, causing his speed to soar and fly forward.
But just when he flew less than a hundred feet away, a slender wind blew over, like a spring breeze blowing on his face. But the moment it approached his body, its power increased greatly, and it hit him directly with a loud bang.
Han Feng retreated violently, and all the light on his body was shattered, but he was not injured. The bones in his body exuded a burst of light at the critical moment, blocking the remaining power of the wind.
"Finally some real reaction!" Han Feng was not surprised but overjoyed, and accelerated forward.
The strong wind in the sky suddenly disappeared and turned into a small wind, slashing horizontally and vertically at Han Feng like a sharp blade.
Han Feng raised his fist and blasted it out. The explosion sounded, disrupting the void and causing the incoming breeze to break and dissipate immediately.
Even so, a small breeze penetrated through the gap and hit him with crackling sounds, instantly breaking through his protection of the power of the sun. However, it still failed to break through his physical body and was followed by the Yingguang. Blocked.
"There's something weird about these fine winds!" Han Feng was surprised in his heart. He found that the fine winds were extremely penetrating and had a great restraining effect on the power of the true energy. In just an instant, they broke through his power of the sun.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, his body blocked the attack again, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
Han Feng moved forward again, with a gentle breeze in front of him blocking him one after another.
Han Feng punched repeatedly, and the Tyrant Fist flew out one after another at high speed. The sound was rioting, colliding with the wind, and bursting out with bursts of thunderous sound, which was deafening.
Most of the small winds were disrupted by the force of the fists and were wiped out, but there were still dozens of small winds that struck Han Feng's body, causing him to retreat continuously. However, he did not suffer much damage, and they were all destroyed by his powerful body. Resisted.
"laugh……"
There was a sharp sound, and more wind appeared in front of him, stabbing like thousands of sharp knives.
"I don't believe I can't rush out!" Han Feng shouted, clenching his hands and punching a lot faster. Thousands of fist shadows emerged, pushing through like a wall, shaking these small winds into The fragments were scattered in the air and quickly dissipated.
This time, all the breeze was wiped out, and Han Feng took the opportunity to rush over. A bright light appeared in front of him, which shocked him.
At this moment, a larger amount of wind appeared out of thin air in front of him, rushing towards him like a vast ocean, seeming to completely submerge him.
