This made Han Feng feel extremely regretful, especially when he reinvested his energy in these three ninth-grade talismans, he found that the difficulty was indeed not that simple.
The flaw is that his soul power is not strong enough, and he is unable to control such a huge amount of spiritual energy in the air, and at the same time, he has to arrange and organize them, like picking a needle in the sea to condense a complicated and exquisite silk picture.
That silk scroll is a ninth-grade talisman!
He tried dozens of times, but all ended in failure. His head felt like it was going to explode, his eyes were blurred, he felt dizzy when he looked at anything, and stars appeared randomly, which made him miserable.
After struggling for half a month, he failed to successfully draw the ninth-grade talisman. On the contrary, he suffered a serious loss of soul power and looked miserable.
He had to pause, he couldn't care about so much anymore, and fell asleep. His snoring was like thunder, resounding and spreading in this mysterious little world.
After an unknown period of time, the world became extremely quiet. Strands of light cyan gas fell from the sky without warning, gathered around Han Feng, seeped in from his nostrils, and flowed into him along with his breathing. Within the body, disappeared without a trace.
He slept more and more heavily, as if he would never wake up, as if he was going to sleep soundly.
After another three or four days, a hole suddenly opened in the blue sky above, and a golden and green cicada emerged. It was the green lotus golden cicada that had been subdued by the residual talisman before.
At this moment, it had grown to about ten feet in size, but it still seemed to be underage. It stared at Han Feng, its eyes sparkling, and murmured to itself: "This little guy has grown up a lot. I wonder if he can grow up this time." Seize the opportunity, but if you continue to sleep like this, you will never be able to advance to the Crystal Realm!"
It can speak human words, and its voice is childish, like a child, but its tone is old-fashioned, like a little adult.
The green lotus and golden cicada stayed for a short while, and then returned to the blue sky again. The cracked hole also returned to its original state, and the sky became as smooth as satin and extremely bright.
In the sky, mysterious light cyan gas was still seeping out continuously, all of which was poured into Han Feng's soul, making his body stronger and stronger, and bursts of crystal light appeared from time to time.
At this moment, Han Feng fell into a dream, feeling like he was traveling in a colorful world, feeling refreshed and completely free of worries, which made people reluctant to wake up.
Time passed by, and more than half a month passed before I knew it.
Han Feng continued to travel in his dream, absorbing all kinds of free energy factors. He couldn't help but feel happy.
Just when he was lingering, a thunder suddenly sounded in the depths of his own mind, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, waking him up instantly.
Han Feng trembled all over and woke up suddenly. He seemed to remember his identity and situation. He opened his eyes with great difficulty and said goodbye to that comfortable dream world.
He sat up cross-legged and thought about it carefully. He couldn't help but feel afraid. If he continued to sleep, he might really miss this opportunity.
At the last critical moment, it was his own subconscious that woke him up, and that thunder was something derived from his own subconscious.
As for why this happened, he didn't know why. Maybe it had something to do with the residual talisman, or maybe it had something to do with his own colorful soul.
He took a long breath and looked around for a long time. He found that the place was still dead silent, lifeless and depressing.
He thought about it, and it was very likely that this was also a challenge. Few people could stay in such an environment for twenty-seven years, and it would drive them crazy.
Even a monk would find it difficult to endure such loneliness, so he fell into that depressing dream.
Han Feng panted for a while, feeling terrified in his heart. He didn't expect that there would be such a risk after sleeping. As expected, good and bad things depended on each other, and one must not be careless.
After a while, Han Feng finally regained his composure. He was not discouraged and picked up the Soul Talisman Code and continued to study it. From time to time, he raised his hand and waved it in the air, drawing the aura of heaven and earth to try to draw the ninth grade talisman.
Bang bang bang!
There was a loud bang, and the ninth-grade talismans collapsed one after another, and violent energy waves were released. Fortunately, this world is guarded by mysterious power, which can absorb and smooth out these waves in the blink of an eye, preventing Han Feng from being affected. A little bit of damage.
After practicing continuously for more than a month, Han Feng felt that his soul power was greatly consumed. He became sleepy again and yawned again and again. Finally, he couldn't bear the impact of sleepiness and had to lie down and fall asleep.
He fell into a deep sleep, and the snoring sounded again, spreading throughout the small world.
Wisps of mysterious gas fell from the blue sky above and merged into Han Feng's soul, quickly replenishing the soul power he had consumed.
Time passed by slowly, and half a month passed before I knew it.
Han Feng fell into a deeper sleep this time and fell heavily into that illusory dream, dreaming of countless continents ups and downs, as if he would never wake up again.
However, at this moment, a thunderous sound sounded in his head again, deafening, and he woke up again.
"It's really strange. Why do I always fall asleep when I come here this time?" Han Feng was also puzzled, but he was not so scared anymore. After all, he would be awakened by the sounds in his head at critical moments.
He looked inside carefully and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He suddenly found that his soul power had increased by more than 30%, and his entire soul body had gained weight, as if he had swallowed some tonic and gained a lot of weight.
Han Feng was surprised and doubtful, but he didn't find anything wrong. He couldn't help but said to himself: "It doesn't matter, as long as the result is good, the process doesn't matter."
He calmed down and continued to practice drawing the ninth-grade talisman. He tried again and again, making loud explosions, but never succeeded.
However, he could clearly feel that he was making progress, and he could already push the talisman path to the middle section, but he was stuck in the middle. There was a talisman path blocking his direction like a mountain. No matter how he changed directions and turned, he couldn't. Go around.
This talisman path is both like a mountain and flowing water. It is ever-changing and endless, making it really difficult for him to cross. He will not know how to crack it for a while.
He did not give up, gritted his teeth and persisted, flexibly using several methods he had learned from Fuhundian, opening roads through mountains and building bridges across rivers, and finally broke through this level after ten days.
He spent a lot of soul power and couldn't help but feel tired again. After three days of hard work, he finally couldn't hold it any longer and fell asleep.
This time, Han Feng soon fell into a fantasy dream. He clearly saw continents floating in chaos. Each continent was a round sky and a place, emitting light of different colors, as if they were breathing. Squirming.
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