Han Feng raised his hands, opened his bow left and right, and blasted out one Tyrant Fist after another. His domineering intention and punch power were boundless, and his power was much more powerful than before. Every punch he punched caused the void to twist and a large amount of wind to form. Collapse.
However, there were still many fine winds that penetrated and pierced his body like sharp knives, but they were resisted by his powerful physical strength, causing these fine winds to break and dissipate.
Han Feng moved in unison without retreating at all. In more than ten breaths, he crossed the wind and waves and rushed to the bright light.
He saw it, it was a door, hanging in the void like a bright light, exuding bursts of powerful aura.
Han Feng exerted his strength and flew nearly a hundred feet in an instant without encountering any accidents. He rushed into it and disappeared.
The bright door closed on its own the moment he entered.
Han Feng once again came to a closed room. The place was extremely bright, and the walls were as smooth as jade, reflecting his figure like a mirror.
As expected, there was a table in front of it, made entirely of stone, with a wooden box placed on the table. This time it was red, emitting a hot aura like a flame.
Han Feng walked up to it and without much hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the wooden box. He tried it in several directions, up, down, left, and right, but failed to move it. It seemed that this time was different from the previous two times, and he couldn't. Repeat the old trick.
He stopped, dispersed his soul power, observed and considered it carefully, and during this period, he gently poured his soul power into the wooden box, but unfortunately it bounced back and had no effect at all.
He thought for a while, mobilized the power of the sun, poured it into the wooden box, but the result was that it disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.
He did not dare to give up and continued to inject the power of the sun. The wooden box was like a bottomless pit, accepting all comers and absorbing all his energy without wasting any of it.
"What kind of wood is this?" Han Feng murmured to himself. Looking at the wooden box, he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that it had absorbed less than half of his sunlight power and had not changed at all.
Just when he was about to let go, a crimson light slowly emitted from the wooden box, which was extremely weak, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time.
His eyes lit up, and he immediately continued to pour the power of the sun into it, and his whole body was glowing with bright fire, as gorgeous as red clouds.
Unconsciously, half an hour later, the wooden box's light only became slightly stronger, and Han Feng's power of sunlight had been consumed by more than half.
Han Feng had no other choice but to grit his teeth and insist on fighting this wooden box to see who could withstand it.
After another stick of incense, Han Feng had to take out a large handful of elixirs and drink them to replenish his own consumption.
But at this moment, the red light emitted by the wooden box became more intense, rising several feet high, swaying like a torch.
When Han Feng saw hope, he would not give up. He mobilized the true energy in the fake elixir, gurgling out and pouring it all into the wooden box, letting its flames rise like fire.
When the flames of the wooden box soared to three feet high, the wooden box opened with a snap, but it was empty, with nothing inside.
It turns out this is an empty box!
Han Feng stared blankly, thinking to himself that it was no wonder that the remnant talisman did not appear in advance. Maybe it had already seen all this.
Just at this moment, a bright light suddenly appeared on the wall on the left side. After a moment of concentration, a door opened silently, perfectly embedded in the wall. Nothing could be seen inside, it was hazy, like There is a layer of membrane blocking it.
Han Feng glanced sideways, and just as he was about to go out, the wooden box he was holding suddenly moved, as if it had moved.
He quickly looked back, grabbed it hard, and picked it up easily.
This surprised him. Even if he successfully drove the wooden box the last two times, he couldn't take it away. Unexpectedly, he could do it this time.
Maybe this is the reward for this level!
Han Feng secretly guessed and quickly pocketed the wooden box before turning around and walking into the door on the left wall.
When he passed through this door, he felt as if he had passed through a layer of water curtain, and as if he had traveled through time and space, feeling the existence of the power of teleportation.
His soul consciousness was slightly blurred, and when he woke up, he found that he was standing in an open area, surrounded by mountains and rocks, and covered with clouds and mist above. It was obvious that he had come out of the hall.
He quickly turned around and looked down, and sure enough, he could vaguely see the main hall on the platform below, still emitting a faint light, like an eternal coordinate, standing on the palace peak.
Han Feng looked around and released his soul power to search, but could not find anyone else. Apparently the other three people had not broken out yet.
I wonder what kind of obstacles they will encounter?
Han Feng thought secretly.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, clouds and mist surged in the sky ahead, thunder rolled, and a large number of lightning flashed across.
Han Feng looked back and found that the color of these lightning bolts was actually yellow, and the aura emitted by each one was no less than a full blow from the fake elixir realm.
"Is this the last difficulty?" Han Feng whispered to himself.
He didn't hesitate, stepped forward, and stepped forward.
There was a "bang" sound. As soon as Han Feng stepped into that area, a bolt of lightning struck down as if it was spiritual. However, it was shattered by his punch. The Spirit Refining Diamond Art in his body began to operate on its own, extracting its essence.
However, his fists were also slightly charred, and he had obviously suffered a lot of damage.
Not long after, he walked ten feet away and blocked countless rays of yellow lightning. His body was already completely black, but it still couldn't cover up the burst of power in his body. It exuded an amazing momentum without hurting the roots.
"Boohoo!"
At this moment, three more yellow bolts of lightning struck down, really like three big yellow swords. They contained the power of thick earth, were extremely powerful, and seemed to be suppressed by three mountains.
Han Feng raised his hand and waved his fist seal, using the Overlord Fist. The dazzling light of his fist swayed out, resisting the bombardment of these three lightning bolts, and he was stunned to bear it down. Then his fist seal rotated, rolling them over and smashing them into pieces.
He was bathed in the thunder and lightning, his pores opened, absorbing the essence of these thunder and lightning, feeling extremely comfortable.
At this moment, the muscles and bones in his body were crackling, and they were improving and evolving, exuding a more brilliant brilliance, causing a thick film of light to appear on his body surface, and his ability to resist lightning bombardment was greatly improved.
Gradually, his body was no longer black and no longer hurt.
He felt that this place was almost set up just for him. Despite the difficulties, there were indeed too many benefits.
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