"This old devil is really not simple!" Han Feng had to give up. He just saw the other party turn into a ball of blood and disappear through the door without a trace. He didn't know what secret technique he used.
However, Han Feng was certain that the old demon had definitely paid a heavy price, otherwise he would not have been able to break into it so quickly.
It was right to think about it. He tried his best to bombard it with his Soul Power cultivation in the Crystal Transformation Realm, but failed to open it. It can be seen that this door cannot be cracked by brute force, and there must be a special method to re-enter.
Of course, in fact, Han Feng did not want to enter this hall again. Who knows what would happen, not to mention that he had to rush to the top of the mountain to find the entrance to the real cave of the powerful man!
He no longer dwelled on this and immediately turned around and left.
He walked very fast, and soon passed through the yellow and orange lightning areas, and returned to the red lightning area again.
Han Feng stepped forward and immediately attracted several red lightning bolts, but without blinking, he waved his hand and his soul power surged out, forming layers of barriers to block these red lightning bolts, giving him one by one. His body was completely absorbed.
He continued to run forward on foot. Even at this moment, he did not dare to fly freely here, otherwise it would attract a huge force to suppress him.
Of course, there is no problem in staying in the air for a short period of time, and he can even persist in flying for a short time, but it is just not necessary, and he is too lazy to do anything complicated.
He walked forward as if strolling in the back garden, enjoying himself and not feeling any pressure at all.
But one thing he regretted was that there were a lot less red lightnings in this area. He walked very slowly on purpose, and only attracted dozens of red lightnings along the way.
He thought silently for a while and figured out the reason. It was probably when the residual talisman was repairing the twenty-seventh branch line that most of the red lightning in this area was swallowed up. Otherwise, there would be only this little stock left. .
"That's fine, it saved me a lot of effort." Han Feng was not impatient and rushed away. In a short while, he completely passed through this area, gradually moved away from the thunder and lightning area, and started to climb to the top.
There is another fog ahead, and occasionally colorful lights pass by, and I don't know what is hidden deep inside.
Han Feng, an expert in art, was bold and rushed in without any hesitation. However, as soon as he broke in, there was a flash of red, yellow and blue colored light.
It was extremely fast, and there was no feeling of heat when it approached, but Han Feng was extremely nervous because this thing would swallow up the monk's soul power and make his soul sea shake slightly.
This is when he has already transformed into a crystal. If others are unprepared and are attacked suddenly like this, they will definitely suffer a big loss.
Han Feng's eyes turned cold, and a sudden light flashed between his eyebrows. A huge surge of soul power surged out, turning into hundreds of mysterious soul needles. With a sharp sound, he shattered the three-color light. .
However, some of his Mysterious Soul Needles were also swallowed up and several were lost.
At this moment, two more three-color lights emerged from the mist, winding like silk ribbons and appearing a little floating, but Han Feng knew that their goal was clear, and they were aimed directly at him.
"snort!"
Han Feng snorted slightly, and the Mysterious Soul Needle that flew out immediately condensed into one, turning into a flying sword about a foot long.
Mysterious Soul Sword!
The sword light was clear, and the sword passed across the air in an instant. The two three-color lights were broken into two pieces, and they immediately dissipated and gradually disappeared.
Han Feng stopped lingering and left quickly as if he had oiled his feet.
However, like a hornet's nest being popped, three colors of light began to appear from all directions, and even four colors of light floated out, swarming in to surround and suppress Han Feng.
Han Feng's face looked slightly solemn, he waved his hands continuously, swayed his legs, dodged left and right, and controlled the Mysterious Soul Sword to chop various colored lights, causing chaos in the mist, and the sound of sharp sounds could be heard endlessly.
Not long after, he rushed out nearly a thousand feet, and the top of the mountain was faintly visible.
At this moment, a five-color light suddenly appeared in front of him, which seemed to be qualitatively different. His Mysterious Soul Sword struck it and made a crisp and sonorous sound, which was unbelievable.
What's even more terrifying is that this five-color light has a very strong ability to devour soul power. The Mysterious Soul Sword fell on it and was immediately stuck to it, frantically absorbing his soul power.
"Let you absorb it and explode it for me!"
Han Feng made a decisive decision, and the seal in his hand suddenly changed. The Mysterious Soul Sword suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the spiritual energy in the sky rolled back, condensed together, and then exploded, instantly shattering the five-color light.
The huge energy impacted, and even he himself had to avoid the sharp edge and dodge quickly.
After a while, the shock wave slowly dispersed, the entire fog was washed away, and the front became more clearly visible.
Han Feng jumped out from the other side, and he was secretly happy. He didn't expect that he accidentally hit him and achieved the mastery of the self-destruction technique of soul power.
It turns out that the combination of the Mysterious Soul Sword and the self-destruction method of soul power can produce such violent power. At this moment, not only the fog was dispersed, but even the impenetrable ground was blasted into a shallow hole, which can be regarded as breaking through this part of the place. Prohibition.
Han Feng was extremely fast. Taking advantage of this gap, he ran out and was gone in an instant.
The fog quickly healed, and various colored lights reappeared, chasing him from behind without making any sound, but the pressure was rolling, like a tidal wave, which was thrilling to watch.
Han Feng's soul power erupted like a spring, and nearly a thousand Mysterious Soul Needles condensed again. They circled around his body and flew out in the opposite direction. They gathered together and turned into a Mysterious Soul Sword in the middle of the journey, shining with cold light.
The next moment, the magic formula in Han Feng's hand suddenly changed. The Mysterious Soul Sword emitted a dazzling light, attracting majestic spiritual energy, and then exploded with a bang. A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, forming a violent impact, and once again ravaged the surrounding area. Suddenly, wherever it passed, all the colorful lights were wiped out, and the fog was washed away again. The ground seemed to have been plowed by a pair of knives, with ditches and ravines in a mess.
The soul power emerged from the back of Han Feng's head, pulling the spiritual energy to form a protective light. He took advantage of the situation to stay away from the explosion area, and finally reached the top of the mountain.
To his surprise, the top of the mountain was bare and was a hundred feet wide, but there was only a huge stone tablet standing on it, which was engraved with complicated runes and was simple and unpretentious.
Han Feng carefully estimated that the stone tablet was exactly thirty-three feet high. He also found that there seemed to be words engraved on the stone tablet, which was completely different from the current writing system, but he could feel that it was words.
Could it be that this is the secret code to open the door?
Han Feng couldn't help but think this way.
Whoever comes here will probably make such a judgment.
