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Hearing the sound of the Ming Soul disappearing in his ears, Chen Feng closed his eyes. Despair welled up in my heart. That big hand is not something you can fight against.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement around, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

To Chen Feng's surprise, the sarcophagus was not pitch black.

In the middle of the sarcophagus is a turquoise bead that is emitting a strange light.

The top of the head closed with a "boom", and the beads were even brighter.

Inside, except for the green beads, it was empty, and there were only cold stones in the tentacles. Where did that big hand go?

Chen Feng was afraid that he had been caught in some trick, so he quickly touched it, and tried it again with the induction secret technique, and the sarcophagus was indeed empty.

The big hand pulled itself here and disappeared, which shows that he didn't want his own life. Sure that there was no potential threat, Chen Feng relaxed a little and began to observe the situation around him.

Just like the breath I felt before, a closer look at the sarcophagus can confirm that this sarcophagus is very old.

On the inner walls of the sarcophagus, some simple figures are drawn with a rough technique, rough and primitive. Other than that, there is nothing special about the sarcophagus.

Finally, Chen Feng was a little tired, and sat there with his back to rest. Not long after he sat down, some voices sounded in his ears, Chen Feng couldn't hear them clearly, but as if this voice was calling him, he couldn't help but listen carefully.

The sound is still indistinct, only the sound of "squirming" like the fall of dirt. At the same time, Chen Feng felt an eerie aura coming from an unknown place, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Chen Feng's spirit was in a trance again, as if he saw a wild man wearing animal skins, unkempt hair, and hunched waist slowly walking into a cave.

The picture in Chen Feng's mind changed with the actions of the wild man. It was a very narrow cave, and there was not much arrangement in it, just a pot stove, a table, and an earthen bed.

The stove has not been used for a long time, there is not even fire ash in it, it is very clean and very cold at the same time. The earthen bed was just as empty, with no clothing, only a layer of dust. Only that earthen platform, under the wisps of spider webs, was casually engraved with some primitive characters, and Chen Feng had never seen any of them. There aren't many of them, and there's no pattern to the arrangement.

After the wild man entered the cave, he sat on the ground in a daze like Chen Feng. Chen Feng looked at him very clearly, only this earthen platform was very clear. He carefully observed these characters, and gradually felt that there was a strange secret array hidden in them.

After staring at this dirt platform that was not in front of him for a long time, Chen Feng couldn't help but recall his experience: experiencing the tragedy of destroying the village, accidentally entering the secret realm, and then dying in the land of trials, and leaving the land of trials a thousand strange experiences.

It's like watching a play, and these experiences in Chen Feng's mind are constantly staged on the clay platform. As the scene inside got closer and closer to the present, Chen Feng suddenly thought: Can this earthen platform reflect the future situation?

However, as these experiences got closer and closer, the images on the earthen platform became more and more blurry, and finally it was difficult to see. But the wild man in the cave had a clearer and clearer face. When the image on the earthen platform completely disappeared, Chen Feng couldn't help but exclaim—the face of the wild man turned out to be exactly the same as his own.

At the moment when Chen Feng exclaimed, the picture in his mind seemed to be frightened and disappeared completely. What appeared in front of Chen Feng was a cold sarcophagus again.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If you keep reading, you might be able to see more. He vaguely felt that these pictures were not entirely from his own imagination, after all, as a secret, even if it was a dream, it was often realistic and had some connection with the past. Moreover, with Chen Feng's induction secret technique, he could further confirm that those pictures and that wild man had a great relationship with him.

After that, the sarcophagus was silent.

Chen Feng tried many methods, but he couldn't leave. His heart finally grew tired.

When a person is in a small enclosed space and faces the threat of death, the fear in his heart will gradually swell. Even, many people with poor psychological quality will go crazy quickly. Fortunately, Chen Feng has not faced a similar situation once or twice, although he is also worried, he still forces himself to be quiet.

Finally, without the support of the secret power, Chen Feng fell asleep in a daze.

He felt like he was having a dream. It's a strange feeling to be in a dream, to know that you're dreaming, but you can't get out.

A deep voice sounded in the dream: "Throughout the ages, there have been countless people with great magical powers who have tried to break through the barrier of time and space, but they have not succeeded. The power of time and space is slightly revealed, often dark clouds rolling, lightning flying, and even hundreds of millions of catties of sea water can be brought to the sky and turned into heavy rain and falling. The raindrops that fall are also the size of a millstone, which can make the whole world like a Yellow Spring purgatory......"

The voice behind gradually became less clear, but Chen Feng heard this paragraph clearly. Is the sarcophagus you are in also related to time and space?

He also heard Jin Shicai say such words. At that time, he felt that the concept of time and space was still far away from him.

To challenge the barrier of time and space, you need great supernatural powers, and you may not be able to succeed. However, at this time, Chen Feng seemed to have such strength. He didn't doubt whether this was commensurate with his status as a beginner-level mystic.

Chen Feng unconsciously recited a secret mantra, pinched the trick with both hands, and several colored lights immediately rose on his body, like a long rainbow running through the sun, transforming into debut colored smoke.

"All laws are one, and they become nothing!" Suddenly, he felt that he had entered another strange realm.

Although he was in the sarcophagus, it was as if he only needed a light step to break away from the boundaries of space and time that bound him.

The strong thoughts turned into colored light in an instant, and they all merged into the condensation point of time and space in the darkness.

The space-time barrier that Chen Feng could feel slightly began to dissolve.

A little golden light shot out from Chen Feng's hand, and when it appeared, it was like a golden dot, but it expanded infinitely in an instant, and it turned out to be a golden pagoda, on which countless scripture portraits were densely cast, the words were like ants, and the pictures were only the size of a little fingernail, as thin as a miniature carving.

Even the galaxy map he had just obtained automatically flew out to build momentum for the colored light.

The colored light finally condensed into substance, becoming denser and denser, emitting endless sounds, as if it could cover up all the flames, the sound of the wind, and the thunder in the world! The Ming Soul circled around the outside, but was also blocked outside, and could only watch the sarcophagus close.

Hearing the sound of the Ming Soul disappearing in his ears, Chen Feng closed his eyes. Despair welled up in my heart. That big hand is not something you can fight against.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement around, and Chen Feng opened his eyes.

To Chen Feng's surprise, the sarcophagus was not pitch black.

In the middle of the sarcophagus is a turquoise bead that is emitting a strange light.

The top of the head closed with a "boom", and the beads were even brighter.

Inside, except for the green beads, it was empty, and there were only cold stones in the tentacles. Where did that big hand go?

Chen Feng was afraid that he had been caught in some trick, so he quickly touched it, and tried it again with the induction secret technique, and the sarcophagus was indeed empty.

The big hand pulled itself here and disappeared, which shows that he didn't want his own life. Sure that there was no potential threat, Chen Feng relaxed a little and began to observe the situation around him.

Just like the breath I felt before, a closer look at the sarcophagus can confirm that this sarcophagus is very old.

On the inner walls of the sarcophagus, some simple figures are drawn with a rough technique, rough and primitive. Other than that, there is nothing special about the sarcophagus.

Finally, Chen Feng was a little tired, and sat there with his back to rest. Not long after he sat down, some voices sounded in his ears, Chen Feng couldn't hear them clearly, but as if this voice was calling him, he couldn't help but listen carefully.

The sound is still indistinct, only the sound of "squirming" like the fall of dirt. At the same time, Chen Feng felt an eerie aura coming from an unknown place, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

Chen Feng's spirit was in a trance again, as if he saw a wild man wearing animal skins, unkempt hair, and hunched waist slowly walking into a cave.

The picture in Chen Feng's mind changed with the actions of the wild man. It was a very narrow cave, and there was not much arrangement in it, just a pot stove, a table, and an earthen bed.

The stove has not been used for a long time, there is not even fire ash in it, it is very clean and very cold at the same time. The earthen bed was just as empty, with no clothing, only a layer of dust. Only that earthen platform, under the wisps of spider webs, was casually engraved with some primitive characters, and Chen Feng had never seen any of them. There aren't many of them, and there's no pattern to the arrangement.

After the wild man entered the cave, he sat on the ground in a daze like Chen Feng. Chen Feng looked at him very clearly, only this earthen platform was very clear. He carefully observed these characters, and gradually felt that there was a strange secret array hidden in them.

After staring at this dirt platform that was not in front of him for a long time, Chen Feng couldn't help but recall his experience: experiencing the tragedy of destroying the village, accidentally entering the secret realm, and then dying in the land of trials, and leaving the land of trials a thousand strange experiences.

It's like watching a play, and these experiences in Chen Feng's mind are constantly staged on the clay platform. As the scene inside got closer and closer to the present, Chen Feng suddenly thought: Can this earthen platform reflect the future situation?

However, as these experiences got closer and closer, the images on the earthen platform became more and more blurry, and finally it was difficult to see. But the wild man in the cave had a clearer and clearer face. When the image on the earthen platform completely disappeared, Chen Feng couldn't help but exclaim—the face of the wild man turned out to be exactly the same as his own.

At the moment when Chen Feng exclaimed, the picture in his mind seemed to be frightened and disappeared completely. What appeared in front of Chen Feng was a cold sarcophagus again.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If you keep reading, you might be able to see more. He vaguely felt that these pictures were not entirely from his own imagination, after all, as a secret, even if it was a dream, it was often realistic and had some connection with the past. Moreover, with Chen Feng's induction secret technique, he could further confirm that those pictures and that wild man had a great relationship with him.

After that, the sarcophagus was silent. Chen Feng tried many methods, but he couldn't leave. His heart finally grew tired.

When a person is in a small enclosed space and faces the threat of death, the fear in his heart will gradually swell. Even, many people with poor psychological quality will go crazy quickly. Fortunately, Chen Feng has not faced a similar situation once or twice, although he is also worried, he still forces himself to be quiet.

Finally, without the support of the secret power, Chen Feng fell asleep in a daze.

He felt like he was having a dream. It's a strange feeling to be in a dream, to know that you're dreaming, but you can't get out.

A deep voice sounded in the dream: "Throughout the ages, there have been countless people with great magical powers who have tried to break through the barrier of time and space, but they have not succeeded. The power of time and space is slightly revealed, often dark clouds rolling, lightning flying, and even hundreds of millions of catties of sea water can be brought to the sky and turned into heavy rain and falling. The raindrops that fall are also the size of a millstone, which can make the whole world like a Yellow Spring purgatory......"

The voice behind gradually became less clear, but Chen Feng heard this paragraph clearly. Is the sarcophagus you are in also related to time and space?

He also heard Jin Shicai say such words. At that time, he felt that the concept of time and space was still far away from him.

To challenge the barrier of time and space, you need great supernatural powers, and you may not be able to succeed. However, at this time, Chen Feng seemed to have such strength. He didn't doubt whether this was commensurate with his status as a beginner-level mystic.

Chen Feng unconsciously recited a secret mantra, pinched the trick with both hands, and several colored lights immediately rose on his body, like a long rainbow running through the sun, transforming into debut colored smoke.

"All laws are one, and they become nothing!" Suddenly, he felt that he had entered another strange realm.

Although he was in the sarcophagus, it was as if he only needed a light step to break away from the boundaries of space and time that bound him.

The strong thoughts turned into colored light in an instant, and they all merged into the condensation point of time and space in the darkness.

The space-time barrier that Chen Feng could feel slightly began to dissolve.

A little golden light shot out from Chen Feng's hand, and when it appeared, it was like a golden dot, but it expanded infinitely in an instant, and it turned out to be a golden pagoda, on which countless scripture portraits were densely cast, the words were like ants, and the pictures were only the size of a little fingernail, as thin as a miniature carving.

Even the galaxy map he had just obtained automatically flew out to build momentum for the colored light.

The colored light finally condensed into substance, becoming denser and denser, emitting endless sounds, as if it could cover up all the flames, the sound of the wind, and the thunder in the world!