"How do you say this?" Ma Dongping also quickly withdrew his hand and asked in confusion.
"Judging from Fang Hanyuan's previous practice and my observations just now, the rule followed here should be equivalent exchange. As long as you have enough power to make one of the tombstones adequately nourished, you can obtain corresponding rewards. Therefore, the more you have the foundation, Honest people can obtain better treasures by replenishing energy with larger stone tablets." Fairy Lin explained.
Ma Dongping and others' eyes lit up, and they also felt that it made sense.
"Fairy Lin, what you said makes sense, but I think it also depends on chance." Fang Hanyuan walked around from behind the tombstone like a gate.
"Oh, could it be that you got something else on this tombstone?" Fairy Lin was very smart. When she heard this, she guessed the key point and asked immediately.
Fang Hanyuan nodded and said slowly, "Fairy Lin is wise. I did get the treasure from this tombstone."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Han Feng, as if he meant something.
Han Feng understood and asked in surprise, "So where did you get those grains of colorful spiritual soil?"
"Of course, otherwise where would I get treasures of that level?" Fang Hanyuan answered in the affirmative.
"Colorful spiritual soil? Really?" Fairy Lin was surprised and looked at Fang Hanyuan and Han Feng.
The two of them had nothing to hide. When they talked about what happened before, Han Feng smiled and said, "This can be regarded as an extra gift for Brother Fang to invite me, haha."
"How much mana have you spent here?" Fairy Lin glanced at Fang Hanyuan and asked directly.
"After I obtained the Flying Jade Spiritual Sword from the periphery, I tried my best to restore my mana and vitality while going deep here. Maybe I was lucky, and I only spent about 30% of my strength to get those few grains of colorful spiritual soil. "Fang Hanyuan replied honestly.
"If that's the case, then I'll give it a try!" Fairy Lin immediately reached out and placed her hand on the tombstone, injecting powerful magic power into it. The inscription on the surface immediately lit up, shaking like a tadpole, unable to understand its meaning.
Ma Dongping and others wanted to try to touch, but were stopped by Fang Hanyuan. He said calmly, "A tombstone can only allow one person to comprehend. Let's find another tombstone."
Ma Dongping and others could only give up and walked dozens of feet away, randomly looking for other tombstones to meditate on.
Han Feng stood there without moving, staring at the words that appeared on the surface of the giant tombstone. Although he didn't understand it, he had a vague feeling that he could hear the voice of the words themselves, but it was extremely noisy. Unrecognizable.
"Brother Ge, have you gained anything from watching so intently?" Fang Hanyuan came to Han Feng's side and asked with a smile.
Han Feng looked back at him, shook his head, and said slowly, "I'm confused. I really don't understand its mystery."
"I have spent a lot of time studying these inscriptions before, but I have found nothing. It is better to find a tombstone and study it carefully, and maybe get one or two useful weapons." Fang Hanyuan said.
"That's true." Han Feng nodded slightly, looked up at him, and asked, "What about you?"
"I haven't found a suitable tombstone yet. I will look for it later. I hope I can meet one by chance." Fang Hanyuan said with a smile.
Han Feng felt that his magic power was rapidly passing away. He knew it was too late and couldn't afford to spend it here. He immediately cupped his hands and said to him, "Then I'll go there for a walk first."
"Okay, I wish you a great harvest!" Fang Hanyuan cupped his hands and returned the salute, saying with a smile on his face.
Han Feng left the area and walked deeper, but he didn't find any larger tombstones. Obviously the gate-like tombstone in the middle should be the largest.
He walked for a long time, and after half an hour, he finally came to the end.
What he saw was not a seawater curtain wall, but a wall of air. He released his soul power to explore and was immediately swallowed by the wall of air.
His curiosity aroused, and he reached out to touch it, but there was a special corrosive power that caused circles of red dots to appear on his hand, as if it was about to melt.
Han Feng had no choice but to stop, temporarily stop exploring the secrets of this border.
He walked back and randomly found a tombstone that was only about ten feet high. He raised his hand and placed it on it. He silently poured his magic power into it, causing it to glow with light and the inscription to appear again.
At this moment, the mana in his body was consumed faster, and it was like running water flowing into the tombstone, allowing it to continuously absorb it.
The inscriptions became brighter, as if they were cheering for joy.
Han Feng frowned. He felt that the sound of the inscription itself was louder, but it was still messy and could not be heard clearly.
"Is it possible that there is a spirit behind the tombstone? Is it cheering or shouting?" He thought secretly in his heart.
Thinking of this, he quietly released his soul power and carefully explored the inscription.
Unfortunately, the inscription is also blocked by an inexplicably powerful force. His soul power cannot penetrate into it, and it is also eaten away by the invisible power that permeates the air.
Unwilling to give up, he quickly ran the Nine Refining Mysterious God Art to block all kinds of invisible forces. He could also reversely absorb the remaining souls floating in the sky, making their soul power gradually stronger.
He made a quick turn of the technique in his hand, and his soul power suddenly became like a sharp needle, piercing it fiercely and successfully breaking through the layer of defense of the inscription.
His consciousness suddenly dimmed, and he suddenly entered a unique closed space, completely dark, which was in great contrast with the bright inscriptions.
Of course, this is only part of Han Feng's consciousness and can be cut off at any time.
"Help, save me..." At this moment, a weak voice came from the depths of the darkness. It was extremely low and could never be detected if you didn't listen carefully.
Han Feng was shocked and immediately controlled this part of his soul power to float forward.
There was no resistance in the darkness. His soul power quickly reached the depths, but the place was completely empty and it was impossible to determine the specific location.
The sound was strong and weak, erratic, and impossible to grasp.
Han Feng was secretly anxious. Even if he used the Nine Refinements Xuan Shen Jue, it would still be extremely difficult and he would not be able to sustain it for long. After all, he could not fully display his cultivation in the late stage of Ningzhu. What he showed was still only the level of perfect crystal transformation. .
That part of his consciousness stayed inside the darkness for the duration of a stick of incense, and his soul power became weaker and weaker, but it always emitted a soft light like a lamp, illuminating the darkness as if it would never go out.
At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the top of the tombstone, which quickly condensed. A long sword flashed out of thin air. With a flash of spiritual light, it turned out to be a half-step psychic level sword.
Han Feng ignored it and continued to release the billowing soul power, blessing the part of consciousness that entered the inside of the inscription so that it would not be wiped out.
