Han Feng devoted part of his energy to observing the repair status of the remaining talisman, and found that its speed was gradually slowing down at this moment. Half the time of an incense stick had already passed, and only three branches had been restored. Presumably, the more it was restored, the more likely it would be in the future. The difficulty becomes greater, and the effectiveness of the original power of heaven and earth seems to be compromised and gradually saturated.
"I will die with you!"
Suddenly, the voice of Lord Nether Dragon sounded in the cocoon of light. Layers of blood mixed with black light seeped out, transforming into thousands of little dragons, raising their heads and roaring, the sound shaking in all directions.
An invisible force spread out, causing ripples in the void, folding the space, and slashing at Han Feng like a death scythe.
Han Feng remained motionless, with the remaining talisman protecting him. A layer of white light separated, forming talismans one after another, like small worlds, suppressing all space fluctuations, making the circles of space ripples fixed in the sky, unable to move forward.
Venerable Minglong roared, and thousands of little dragons flew out. In an instant, they merged into one and turned into a giant dragon, which was more than a hundred feet in size. Its whole body was red and black, and its power was like the sea. It rushed towards him with a bang bang sound. In the middle, it shattered the void and hit the small worlds that appeared from the remaining symbols. It was so powerful that it broke through dozens of small worlds in a row. The fire was shining everywhere, and it came to Han Feng's approach and opened its blood basin. Big mouth, bite down!
But at this moment, the secret power of the residual talisman unfolded, causing Han Feng's body to become insubstantial again. The dragon's bite failed and failed to hurt Han Feng.
"Die to me!"
The roar of Lord Nether Dragon sounded again in the cocoon of light. The giant dragon immediately flicked its tail horizontally, shattering a large area of void, shooting out thousands of spatial turbulences, and the lightning flashed, extremely dazzling.
However, Lord Minglong's attack was of no avail. He could not break away Han Feng's hiding place at all. It was as if Han Feng was not in the world at the moment. Even if he smashed the world into powder, he could not find Han Feng. the location of.
Han Feng was dumbfounded. This level of duel was beyond the imagination of ordinary monks. It was not just a confrontation on the level of strength, but a fight with the power of space all the time. If you were not careful, it would be The ending of death.
In such a battle, not to mention the monks in the realm of pill formation, even the great monks with perfect pill formation cannot stay here for long, and it is very likely that they will not be able to last even one breath.
Lord Nether Dragon was determined not to give up. The transformed giant dragon continuously attacked the sky, and a large black hole appeared with a loud rumbling sound.
At the same time, he was also trying his best to shoot out a large bloody beam of light, cutting the light cocoon like a sharp blade, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break out of the cocoon.
"Break it with me!" Lord Minglong roared angrily, and used his original power one after another to make the light cocoon change, sometimes shrinking, sometimes growing, but it was not destroyed, and it still bound him tightly, making it unable to Break free.
Not only that, his power was also swallowed up by the remaining talisman quietly, and the more he struggled, the faster the energy drained away. Within a moment, he was so tired that he was out of breath and could no longer control the collapse of the giant dragon. Void.
After less than half an hour, the space stabilized and returned to its original state. However, all kinds of energy still remained in the air, and bursts of thunder and lightning and fire appeared from time to time, crackling.
High in the sky, the cocoon of light that trapped Venerable Minglong became even smaller, only about ten feet in size, oval in shape, like an egg, flickering uncertainly.
The blood of Lord Minglong no longer seeps out, and no voice can be heard from him, as if he has completely disappeared.
"Buzz..."
A strange sound spread, a white light flashed, and Han Feng's body flashed out of the dimensional space again, which was extremely magical.
"Just waiting for your boy to show up!"
At this moment, Lord Nether Dragon's voice rang out from the cocoon of light again, and a blood knife condensed out of the void without any warning, and went away with lightning. In just an instant, it rushed to Han Feng's eyes.
"call out……"
The bloody knife passed by and rushed into the distance, but Han Feng's body dissipated like a bubble, and then condensed into reality, also flickering, as if echoing the light cocoon.
"The art of the Hidden Realm of Shadow?!" Lord Minglong said in surprise.
He was very unwilling to do so, and once again mobilized the blood knife in the distance to circle and slash. Unfortunately, the result was the same, and he still could not break the phantom hidden world technique used by the residual symbol.
The blood knife slashed at Han Feng's body, just like hitting the mirror lake, piercing through instantly, but failed repeatedly.
"I hate it!" Venerable Minglong used up his last breath and said such a sentence, and there was no more movement.
The bloody knife hovering in the air also became dim, and then quickly dissipated, disappearing in an instant.
Han Feng reappeared, and the shadow of the mysterious talisman behind him also emerged. The aura shone, and in the distance there were many small worlds layered on top of each other, like the sky and the world, rotating around him.
To be precise, it should be rotating around the remaining talisman.
All kinds of energy came again and gathered into Han Feng's soul sea through his Tianling Cap. In the end, they were all swallowed up by the residual talisman, allowing the branches on its surface to be further repaired, and three more branches were restored unknowingly.
At this moment, the residual talisman shook slightly, and a huge secret power seeped out, sweeping in all directions, causing the surrounding void to collapse one after another, and finally gathered on the light cocoon like a spirit, and suddenly the light The cocoon glowed brightly and shrank rapidly, as if it was going to completely refine the Lord Nether Dragon.
"Don't, don't kill me!" Master Minglong's urgent voice suddenly sounded in the cocoon of light. He no longer had the airs of a psychic master and did not dare to speak out his words.
It turns out that Lord Nether Dragon is not dead yet, he is just condensing his own origin and trying to get through.
Helpless, Remnant Talisman has insight into everything, so how can it allow him to fake his death? At this moment, its strength has increased, and it is in such an environment, so it is natural to completely deal with him. If he steps out of this formation, the residual symbol will not be able to exert this level of strength. Not to mention killing the psychic master, even a half-step psychic master may not be able to compete.
"I am of great use. I can protect the Tianlong Gate. Without me, you will also suffer disaster!" Lord Minglong said urgently, but his aura was rapidly weakening, and it was obvious that he was really suffering a fatal attack.
The residual symbol was indifferent. To it, it was just an existence that threatened Han Feng's life, and it could also provide itself with energy, so it would kill him without mercy.
On the contrary, Han Feng was a little hesitant. After all, this dark dragon was originally the guardian of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Yin Array. If he died like this, there was no guarantee that Mu Xia Palace and Mu Tian Sect would not have any changes.
