Han Feng did not stop her, not because he was afraid of losing to her, but because he was worried that something might happen to Murong Xue. He turned around and looked at the snow lotus silently. He had to guard it here just in case.
Since Yan Yanfang can come in, there is no guarantee that others cannot come in. There should be many other strong people in the Yuxian Sect. Maybe they can find a way to penetrate the defensive light film of Wanjian Mountain and lurk here silently.
He didn't know what kind of state Murong Xue would be in after he came out. If he was extremely weak and he left again, and Murong Xue was attacked, then it would be a small loss, and there was really no need to take the risk.
Yan Yanfang, the ghost princess's avatar, is just an embarrassing existence. Although she is strong, she is just a lonely person. She is weak and cannot threaten herself. Once the ghost princess escapes from danger, she will be in great trouble. It's not enough to cause trouble, just get rid of her if there is a chance in the future.
Just as he was thinking like this, the big stone became brighter and became so powerful that even he didn't dare to stay nearby. He had to retreat tens of feet to avoid its attack.
Suddenly, the snowdrops on the big stone gradually became smaller, but became more solid, just like the real thing, shining and dazzling.
What's even more strange is that wisps of fragrance emerged unknowingly. Han Feng took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy. He thought to himself: "This fragrance is somewhat similar to the fragrance on the senior sister's body. Could it be that she turned into this snow?" Lotus?"
He laughed dumbly and couldn't help laughing at himself. There was no way Murong Xue could turn into a flower, but he didn't know what happened to her. Maybe it had something to do with her perception in that world.
He once read a classic book, which described a state in which various visions would appear when monks entered the state of enlightenment. This snow lotus is likely to be one of such manifestations.
After a while, the snowdrop became smaller and smaller, and roots-like existences sprouted from the lower end, seeping into the cracks of the big rocks, as if absorbing some power, making its fragrance stronger and intoxicating. Feeling that Han Feng did not dare to immerse himself in it, he quickly hid further, almost standing on the edge of the platform.
But the broken sword in his hand kept buzzing, shining slightly, constantly absorbing the fragrance from the center, letting the sword energy overflow, like a thread, with considerable power, drawing a line in the surrounding space. There are white marks and a hissing sound.
Han Feng raised his eyebrows and felt slightly happy. He didn't expect that the Broken Sword could still gain something in this situation. It was really a magical weapon.
"Snapped……"
There was a strange sound, and the big stone cracked more and more. The roots at the lower end of the snow lotus became thicker, some were even as big as a thumb, crystal clear, shining with an inexplicable luster, and from time to time It twitched, as if it was absorbing nutrients from the big stone.
As these roots twitched, the cracks in the big stone became more and more numerous, and gradually became larger. Not long after, there was a bang, and it completely cracked and scattered into pieces, with the afterglow scattered in all directions.
Only the snow lotus flower is still standing alone, its petals are blooming, the fragrance is fragrant, and the snow light is mixed with layers of colorful light, just like the colorful clouds, it is so beautiful.
"Sister, are you okay?" Han Feng stared at the snow lotus and asked loudly with a worried look on his face.
He couldn't help but worry, the big rocks were turned into pieces, and only this snow lotus was left in the field, but Murong Xue's figure was completely missing.
The snow lotus was spinning endlessly without any response, as if Murong Xue had really turned into such a flower.
The longer Han Feng waited, the more frightened he became. He stopped thinking about it and released his soul power to explore forward. He only spread ten feet away before being blocked by layers of colorful lights in front of him, stopping his soul power from moving forward.
He didn't dare to force a breakthrough, lest it cause serious consequences, or even let Murong Xue fail, which would be more than worth the gain.
Fortunately, after more than ten breaths, the snow lotus changed again. Its petals gradually retracted, and the originally blooming flowers turned into buds.
Although the snowdrop has shrunk over and over again, and now it is only in the form of a bud, it is actually still two feet in size.
Han Feng was surprised and uncertain, secretly wondering where Murong Xue was hiding in such a small flower bud? Could it be that there is a universe inside?
Just as he was thinking this, Hualei suddenly let out a sword cry, and the sword intent spread out, shining brightly and brilliantly.
The broken sword in Han Feng's hand suddenly made a soft buzzing sound. The sword energy was shooting out, seeming to be swallowing up the special energy escaping from the flower buds, causing strands of buds to emerge again at its tip. The white light was like water, slowly spreading out. Opening it, the surrounding space within a few feet will be filled with layers of ripples, dazzling like thousands of colorful flowers blooming, so beautiful.
Han Feng had long been accustomed to the strangeness and allowed the broken sword to grow on its own. Seeing that the flower buds would not bloom again for a while, he couldn't help but close his eyes to rest and comprehend the art of swordsmanship.
Time passed little by little, and more than half an hour passed before I knew it.
At this moment, thousands of swords of all kinds in Wanjian Mountain buzzed incessantly, and suddenly they flew up, and thousands of swords flew towards the flower, swishing towards this flower bud.
Han Feng was startled by this sudden scene, and while he was making a defensive posture, he suddenly discovered that when the swords reached the top platform, they exploded one after another, turning into balls of pure sword energy, and charged forward one after another. Into that bud.
"Puff puff……"
Waves of strange noises were heard, and the light of the white flower buds became more and more intense, like a burning flame, rising up and shining in all directions.
After a moment, its color began to change, gradually turning into light cyan, with inexplicable power flowing, and there seemed to be vaguely pleasant music playing, unlike the human world, like fairy music.
Han Feng felt extremely miraculous. When he listened carefully, he had a sudden enlightenment. Some of his doubts about cultivation were solved, which made him full of joy.
Just when he was mesmerized and immersed in it, the flower bud finally turned completely blue, and its light swelled to accommodate more sword essence.
At this moment, looking around, the entire world of Wanjian Mountain is in a state of soaring sword energy. A large number of flying swords are coming one after another. When they are tens of feet away from the peak, they are struck by the sword energy of the blue flower buds. Covered, they exploded one after another, turning into waves of sword energy, which continued to pour into the inside of the blue flower bud, making its sword light expand more and more, covering hundreds of feet in radius, the fairy sound became louder, and there seemed to be a fairy. Dance, extremely ethereal.
Although Han Feng was immersed in this wonderful scene, he did not lose his vigilance. As soon as he saw the light of the blue flower buds expanding again, he immediately moved back and simply floated in the air, standing in the air.
