"That's such a loud tone. Are you a little impatient? You are only in the early stage of psychic cultivation, but you still dare to compete with me?" Fairy Lin sneered.
"Haha, just wait and see!" Fang Hanyuan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over again. The flying jade spiritual sword inspired a dazzling light, transformed into a lightsaber several feet in size, the void collapsed, and slashed towards Fairy Lin.
Fairy Lin was not afraid, she used her psychic sword, turned it around, and created a sword light to fight with him.
"boom……"
There was a violent sound, the two sword lights were extinguished together, and the space was shaken by turbulence. Fairy Lin actually fought to a draw with Fang Hanyuan.
At this time, Fang Hanyuan's cultivation level had risen to the level of the late psychic stage, and he was no weaker than Fairy Lin.
"You are not Fang Hanyuan!" Lin Xianzi's eyes flashed and she said in surprise.
"Is it still important?" Fang Hanyuan laughed, raised his hand and pointed, and his flying jade spirit sword suddenly grew in size, turning into a six-foot-long sword.
As soon as he thought, the big sword rose into the air, teleported in an instant, and went behind Han Feng in the next moment, pulling out a long flame, like a giant beast choosing people to devour.
Han Feng was still radiating soul power and continued to attack the inscription, not wanting to give up.
But at this moment, he had to stop, and when he was about to turn around to resist, the ancient talisman attached to the tombstone suddenly shot out a blue light, like a barrier, and made a loud bang, helping him block Fang Hanyuan. This sword.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief and continued to activate his soul power to give energy to the clone trapped in the world of inscriptions.
"As long as I'm here, don't even think about touching him!" Fairy Lin said proudly, holding the spiritual sword and pointing it directly at Fang Hanyuan.
"Forget it, with this kid's strength he won't be able to break it for a while, so I'll deal with you first!" Fang Hanyuan looked back at Han Feng, stared at Fairy Lin, and said coldly.
After saying this, he recalled the big sword, a black light flashed from his body, and the sword and man merged into one, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards Fairy Lin.
Lin Xianzi quickly made a seal with her hands, and her spiritual sword immediately emitted a dazzling light, wrapping it up and becoming one with it. It also merged into one, turning into a dazzling sword light that flew out and collided fiercely with Fang Hanyuan. , beaten to pieces.
Even though the sky and the earth here are extremely solid, there are also cracks. From a distance, it looks like a mirror is about to break.
The aftermath was majestic and powerful.
Han Feng was unscathed, because the ancient talisman was so magical that it had been firmly protected. No matter how the shock wave raged, it could not harm it.
Han Feng was determined, and continued to work on his own affairs, releasing his soul power with all his heart, no matter how much it could penetrate into the inscription.
…
In the world of inscriptions, Han Feng's soul clone is still flying in all directions, but it is aimless and cannot get out no matter what.
Just when he was filled with disappointment, the light in the inscription world suddenly dimmed, and thousands of rays of light began to shrink, gradually condensing into a figure in the central area.
This is an old man, with white beard and hair, but a straight waist, a square face, and not many wrinkles.
Han Feng was shocked, but he calmed down, observed silently, and did not act rashly.
"Young man, have you practiced a special soul power technique? Let me think about it, is it the Nine Refining Mysterious God Technique?" As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he said words that made Han Feng tremble.
"How did you know?" Han Feng asked in surprise.
"Haha, because I have also practiced this ancient technique, but unfortunately I have not reached perfection, otherwise I would not have ended up like this!" the old man said slowly.
"Senior, who are you?" Han Feng asked bluntly.
"I am just a useless person!" the old man said with eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
"..." Han Feng was speechless and couldn't talk to him.
"I haven't spoken to outsiders for a long time, so don't mind if I say a few more nonsense, young man." The old man chuckled and explained.
"Strictly speaking, I should be a person from before ancient times." The old man paused briefly and then said.
"People from before ancient times? Aren't they from the ancient times?" Han Feng muttered, with a look of surprise on his face.
Except for saints who can live forever, no monk in the world can escape the erosion of time.
If the other party is an ancient figure, isn't he a saint?
"I know what you are thinking? I can tell you clearly that I am not a saint, at most I am a loser who failed to become a saint!" The old man glanced at Han Feng and smiled slightly.
"Failed to become a saint? Senior, how can you still survive here?" Han Feng asked in surprise.
"I have died a long time ago. This is my tomb. It's just the evil spirits sealed in my body that brought me back to life again." The old man said slowly.
"Evil spirits are causing trouble? What did that come from?" Han Feng became even more confused.
"Actually, he is also a part of me. He is a spiritual creature derived from my evil thoughts. He uses my immortal corpse as nourishment and arranged this cemetery in order to absorb the flesh, blood and strength of others and achieve rebirth!" The old man said shockingly. The secret.
"Is Fang Hanyuan possessed by your evil thoughts?" Han Feng asked.
"Yes, to be precise, he is possessed by that evil spirit. But that boy is just one of them. Over the past few thousand years, countless such puppets have appeared. Their physical bodies cannot last long. , it can only last for ten years at most, then it will fester on its own, and will eventually be swallowed up by the evil spirit. However, before that, the evil spirit will look for new puppets and will not leave them without a host." The old man explained slowly.
Han Feng understood, thought for a while, and then asked, "Has Fang Hanyuan's puppet expired?"
"No, he has just passed three years. He attracted a group of people before, and they were all devoured by evil spirits." The old man said.
"After so many years, how come the evil spirit inhabiting the puppet's body is only at the psychic level?" Han Feng asked in confusion.
"That's because most of the evil spirit's power is still in my body and cannot be released." The old man said calmly, "Moreover, he still has to fight with me and cannot leave my body, otherwise he will become A tree without roots and water without a source cannot last forever!"
"Then how do we defeat him? Let's ask our seniors to give us some advice." Han Feng asked sincerely.
"He is immortal. You can't defeat him, let alone kill him. I can only send you away to avoid being devoured by him. If he strengthens his power, I will be even more passive." The old man sighed helplessly. , said slowly.
