Han Feng frowned and paced back and forth, but did not leave this area. No matter whether the old demon Mo Xi was here or not, he could not leave because he had already determined that Murong Xue was here, so he had to protect him here. she.
With his thoughts settled in his mind, he came to the edge of a stone, holding the broken sword in his hand, and sat down cross-legged. While adjusting his breath, he let the broken sword absorb more power from the place.
He found that the sword energy here was even more powerful, transforming into wind from time to time, blowing the entire world.
Moreover, this place is said to be the top of Wanjian Mountain, but when you look at it, it is thousands of feet wide. It is like a plain, but it is bare, with only two huge rocks standing in the center.
Han Feng's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he was still carefully observing the two big rocks. He suddenly discovered that they occasionally emitted light waves, were densely covered with runes, and had sword intent like a tide, which made him feel frightened.
Broken Sword was extremely happy, and kept devouring the breath escaping from the two big rocks. In less than a stick of incense, it grew another small blade, which was already over four feet and two inches long, almost perfect. .
Han Feng himself was not idle either. He silently sensed the sword intent emanating from these two big stones and improved his swordsmanship. Unknowingly, his sword essence code was operating on its own, absorbing those auras and allowing the gold in his Dantian to The pill rises and shrinks, as if breathing, and seems to go further.
Han Feng was overjoyed. He had read some secret scriptures and knew that after this situation occurs, he is not far from the realm of half-step psychic. At least it is much stronger than the perfection of pill formation. This is also the so-called state beyond the perfection of pill formation, but Many people are unable to go one step further and truly reach the level of half-step psychic.
And throughout the ages, there have been very few people who have stepped from the level of half-step psychics to the realm of spiritual masters. It can be said that there is only one in ten.
Of course, since the life span of spiritual masters can generally reach five thousand years, and some can even reach seven or eight thousand years, so with the accumulation of time, there are still many psychic masters in today's world, but He rarely appears in front of lower-level monks.
Han Feng stabilized his state and continued to comprehend the sword aura of the two big stones. A bright light began to appear on his body involuntarily, and the sword aura soared to the sky and buzzed, echoing the two big stones.
His golden elixir fluctuates, sometimes changing in a small range, and sometimes rising and falling significantly. But every time it shakes, his golden elixir becomes brighter and smaller, as if it has been re-done. After polishing it, the energy became more pure and wonderful.
Even so, he didn't know how to go further. He felt that it was not easy to overcome this state. There was still a chance and an opportunity was needed!
Time flew by, and one day and one night passed quickly.
Although there is no distinction between day and night here, Han Feng's soul power is so strong that he can accurately sense the passage of time, no more, no less, just one day and one night.
The two big rocks still did not change at all, and they continued to release a massive amount of sword intent and aura for Broken Sword to absorb and for Han Feng to comprehend.
Inside Han Feng's dantian, the golden elixir surrounded by green light has shrunk to the size of six feet. The majestic momentum it exudes sets off streaks of lightning from time to time, which is so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it.
His heart has returned to calmness, as if there were no waves in the ancient well. He just stared at the runes on the big stone in front of him attentively, feeling its unique changes and gaining opportunities for further improvement.
As a high-level Tianfu master, he has naturally gained something, but it is not enough for him to go further.
Time flew by, and another day and night passed.
The golden elixir in Han Feng's body shone brightly, illuminating the entire Dantian space, as if he had been reborn, containing brilliant power and covering nothingness.
He held the magic formula tightly in his hand and silently circulated the sword essence code. The sword energy lingered all over his body, and the sword intent was overwhelming, just like a sword.
After a while, the light in his Dantian gradually converged, and finally it was only a few feet in size. It faintly turned into a shadow, and his limbs emerged, but their appearance was blurry, and it was impossible to tell what it looked like.
However, this phantom was surrounded by many lightning bolts, which were densely packed and intertwined with gold and green, making it dazzling.
Han Feng was overjoyed. He knew that this was a crucial step. It was a semi-step into the realm of psychics, and his strength had doubled.
Given time, the appearance of the phantom will be completely revealed, and his strength will be improved by then. With his background, he can escape unscathed even from the face of a real psychic master.
Just when he wanted to continue practicing, the stone on his left suddenly lit up, and dense runes appeared. The electric light flashed and sizzled, as if it was sealing something, and seemed to be interacting with it. Fighting.
Han Feng was slightly startled, but without any hesitation, he quickly stood up, walked forward, and observed silently, but did not start to explore. He was worried that it was Murong Xue hiding inside. If he made a mistake and ruined her opportunity, it would be a sin. .
Of course, he was also afraid of the old Moxi. Maybe this guy was trapped in it, and he might not be struggling out now.
So Han Feng was checking carefully to avoid missing the opportunity. Once the old devil escaped, it would be a disaster for both him and Murong Xue.
While he was verifying it carefully, he was also communicating with the residual talisman, trying to use its power to determine whether the stone contained the old demon Moxi.
However, the residual symbol remained indifferent and ignored his request. It still hid in the depths of his soul sea and disappeared without a trace.
Han Feng was helpless, knowing that the temperament of the residual symbol was like this. It would only appear when he was in danger and needed it urgently, or if it encountered some important divine object of heaven and earth, it would rush out to seize it.
Now, he can only rely on him to make his own judgment. There is no other way.
At this time, the big rock became brighter and brighter, almost as if it was going to explode, which made him have to worry and be vigilant.
He carefully released his soul power and slowly touched the big stone. He was suddenly shocked. He felt the majestic power seeping through and spreading along his soul power. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have pinched off the stone in time. A ray of soul power, otherwise it will invade the soul sea. As for the consequences, no one knows.
Han Feng thought quietly for a while, no longer looking forward or backward, and slowly raised his hand to rest on the big stone, carefully sensing its changes.
But at this moment, a ray of black light emerged from the gap in the big stone. As if it was spiritual, it suddenly transformed into a dragon about the size of a foot. It opened its mouth and devoured the surrounding spiritual energy of the world, as if to replenish its own consumption. ()
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