Lord Minglong gasped for air at this moment, his eyes were full of shock, his eyes widened, and he looked at Han Feng, speechless for a long time.
Han Feng was secretly happy because the residual talisman in his soul sea had repaired another branch, its power increased again, and entered a virtuous cycle stage. The more the opponent attacked it, the more power it could absorb from the source of heaven and earth. The more it is, the more beneficial it will be to promote the healing of the branch line gap.
Seeing that the power of heaven and earth in his domain was rapidly decreasing, Minglong couldn't help but secretly become anxious. He immediately spurted out another jet of black breath and rushed towards Han Feng regardless of his own condition.
The remaining talisman in Han Feng's soul sea moved slightly, and white light burst out like a vast ocean. In an instant, Han Fengfan was once again firmly protected against the erosion of the black aura.
"Pa bang bang..."
A strange sound spread, and the void shattered like pieces of paper, showing cracks that stretched across the air like bottomless ravines, exuding heart-stopping energy fluctuations.
Han Feng was surrounded by white light and blocked the blow again, but was also knocked back dozens of feet. However, this time he did not vomit blood, his breath was long, and he obviously did not suffer any trauma.
As for the residual talisman in his soul sea, it secretly absorbed this dark aura, and instead, several branches on its surface were completely repaired. The entire residual talisman exuded a stronger aura, and from the inside out It spread out and formed a talisman shadow outside him.
As soon as the shadow of this talisman appeared, the whole world roared. Wisps of the original power of heaven and earth carried a massive amount of spiritual energy and poured it into Han Feng's side. It merged into his soul sea from his Baihui Point. The remaining talismans were swallowed up one by one.
From the outside, a giant airflow funnel connected up to the sky and down to Han Feng's head, giving people an extremely majestic feeling, which made Venerable Minglong shrink his pupils.
"What kind of talisman is this? How can it give me a feeling of transcending heaven and earth!" Lord Minglong murmured to himself, secretly guessing.
"No matter what you have to rely on, you have to die for me!" He roared, and at the expense of consuming his original power, he breathed out a jet of black breath again.
But this time it had no effect at all. Not to mention repelling Han Feng's body, there was no chance to even get close to him. The black aura was dispersed by the shadow of the talisman behind him and turned into turbulence. It was mixed into the airflow funnel and merged into his sea of soul. It was absorbed and consumed by the residual talisman, and transformed into bursts of special spiritual power to nourish itself, and several branches on the surface were restored.
At this point, forty-nine branch lines on the surface of the residual talisman have been completely repaired. The phantom of the talisman transformed behind Han Feng has become more solid and clear, emitting a burning white light, and there are even more overlapping shadows in the distance. The overlapping small worlds are like continents floating in the sky, shining brightly.
"This is the ancestral talisman?!" Lord Minglong suddenly screamed, seeming to recognize the true identity of this talisman. After all, he had participated in the ancient war and witnessed the scene of the ancestral talisman sweeping through the enemies.
Even though he is only in a remnant state and has incomplete memory, he still firmly remembers that scene.
A large number of powerful psychic-level men fell in the air, and their blood flowed into rivers across the void, which still scared him to this day.
It was at that time that he was seriously injured, which led to his near-death in the subsequent battle, leaving only one rib and a remnant of his soul, surviving to this day.
In the end, after several twists and turns, his rib fell into the hands of the psychic master of the Mingluo Sect, and was completely sealed, but his remaining soul was also prevented from passing away, otherwise it would not be preserved to this era.
By chance, he reappeared in the world some time ago, but he didn't expect that he would need the power of the origin of heaven and earth to maintain his state of remnant soul. He waited hard for this opportunity.
However, he met Han Feng again. He originally thought he had found a treasure, but unexpectedly it became a reminder for him.
"Damn it, let's go!" He cursed secretly, and immediately activated the secret technique desperately. The black light in the sky condensed into a ball the size of a hundred feet, wrapping around the bodies of Lin Junlong and Landlord Ming. He continued to maintain the technique of returning to the origin, while absorbing Their origins are flying outward.
When Han Feng saw this, he immediately became anxious, but at this moment he was fixed in place by the residual talisman and could not move. He could only watch the Lord Nether Dragon go away.
He was very worried. If the other party really escaped, he would provoke another big enemy. Once the other party recovered, he would be the first to settle accounts with him.
However, the remaining talisman in Han Feng's soul sea remained indifferent. No matter how Han Feng tried to communicate with it, it was of no avail, leaving him helpless.
"Boy, just wait. When I return, you will be the place where you will die without burial!" Venerable Minglong roared incessantly. When he said such a sentence, the powerful power made the void shake. .
Han Feng stared blankly, watching him go further and further away, furious but helpless.
Just when Lord Minglong was about to escape from this central area, a little bit of white light suddenly appeared from the black light. It was almost invisible at first, and then turned into patches of light in a breath, as if it was emitting endless light waves, and like white The black light burned like a coil of flame, causing Lord Nether Dragon to let out bursts of screams.
What's even more terrifying is that after a while, the light spots accelerated and expanded, allowing Lord Nether Dragon to completely hover in the air, desperately resisting the erosion of the white light. However, after more than ten breaths, the light spots turned into large white light, almost completely covering it. , burning fiercely, the void around him was rapidly collapsing, making a rattling noise.
Those black lights are disappearing quickly, and they are nowhere to be found.
Han Feng was surprised when he saw this sudden change. He changed his mind and guessed that the remnant talisman should have been left behind when he devoured the remnant soul of Lord Nether Dragon. As for how it was left behind, he It’s unknown.
Moreover, the miraculous thing is that all the disappearing black light gathered around Han Feng, surrounded him, passed through layers of white light, and finally merged into his body, swallowing up all the remaining talismans without leaving any trace.
It shined brightly, and soon another branch line was repaired, and it is still recovering.
After a while, the black light that was a hundred feet in size shrank to about ten feet in size, and Lord Minglong's voice no longer came out, as if he had disappeared.
Han Feng knew that he was definitely still alive. A spiritual master would not die so easily. Even if it was just a remnant soul, he still had amazing vitality. He was just hiding it now.
The remnant talisman in Han Feng's soul sea has now returned to fifty-five branches, and its power is even greater. The white light he controls from the air is still attached to the black light and continues to burn, but it is difficult. Consume half of the black light.
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