The door opened, and there was a white expanse inside, and as far as the eye could see, it was nothing, and the spiritual power could not detect anything, as if it was a world of nothingness.

Knowing that there was no way out, Feng Wei was too lazy to speculate, and walked in decisively.

A dazzling white light flashed, Feng Wei subconsciously closed his eyes, and the next moment, when he opened his eyes again, a thatched house appeared in front of him.

This thatched hut is not hay, but a kind of black grass, with a vigorous edges and corners, therefore, the whole thatched hut looks as if painted in a feng shui painting, in front of the thatched house, there is a stone table, two stone benches, and a pot of tea on the stone table.

This scene is as simple as an ordinary farmer's house.

Why there is such a place in the dungeon, Feng Wei is not clear, but based on the experience along the way, he knows that this thatched hut is definitely not as simple as it seems.

With a trace of inexplicable emotion, Feng Wei slowly walked to the door of the thatched house, and then pushed the door open with a slight force in his palm, the door did not seem to be locked, and it was not difficult to push it open, but when the door just pushed open a gap, Feng Wei suddenly felt that his heart was beating violently, and the alarm in his heart suddenly appeared, and immediately, he didn't want to dodge his body, but there was a time difference between the reaction of the person and the execution of the body, so even if Feng Wei flashed quickly, he was still a step slower.

For a moment, Feng Wei only felt as if his chest had been hit by a boulder, his ribs were broken several times in a row, and a large stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and then the whole person flew backwards and fell to the ground.

It's just a door, and with the strength of the seal, he didn't even have room to resist and was seriously injured, and the door that had just opened a little bit slowly closed at this time.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Feng Wei covered his chest with one hand and supported the ground with the other, trying to get up, but he didn't succeed, but he really moved a little, and he felt that his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe. You must know that Feng Yi's current physical strength is comparable to that of a high-level demon beast, coupled with the damage reduction of the "Ziwei Light Armor" and the protection of the lower-grade inner armor, it is just a little bit more slightly injured to resist the blow of any high-level upper-level demon beast, but now, it is even difficult to get up, which shows how ruthless it was just now.

Of course, the injuries on his body are not very concerned, as soon as the "Returning to Heaven Technique" comes out, even the most serious injuries can be recovered in a short time, but Fang Cai's experience has clearly told him that it is definitely not an easy task to push open the door of the thatched house and go inside, at least, it will not work to push it open directly with his hands.

The current situation is somewhat similar to before, the same door, and there is no way to open it easily, but this door is obviously much bigger than the previous door's "temper", the previous door only shook Feng Wei open, and this door directly gave Feng Wei a dismount, or a more "painful" lesson. Originally, referring to the experience after passing the first level, Feng Yi thought that after entering the previous gate, what was waiting for him should be the second reward, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined.

"The reason why the door was opened before was because I killed that weird little boy and got the 'key' to open the door, and obviously you need a 'key' to open this door, could it be that there is also a similar existence to that little boy here?"

"No, no, if there is really such an existence, then when I pushed the door just now and was seriously injured, the other party could take the opportunity to kill me, there is no reason to hide in the dark all the time, let me heal, so, this door in front of me should be different from the previous door, there is no existence and test like the little boy, because this door itself is a huge test, in other words, if you want to open this door and go inside, you can only rely on your own strength to resist ......"

"But the problem is, according to the situation just now, it will take at least three to four seconds to push the door open enough for me to enter, and with my current strength, even if I cast the 'demon shield', I can only resist for one second, and it is impossible to enter ......"

"I can't get in and can't get in, I can't go back and can't retreat, am I going to be trapped and die in this hellish place?"

For a while, Feng Wei frowned tightly, and his face was cloudy.

"That's right!"

After a long time, Feng Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and a scene appeared in his mind, but it was in the illusion, the spiritual cultivation method that the middle-aged man taught himself in the sedan chair.

In fact, he himself didn't know why he thought of that spiritual cultivation method at this time, but he had a faint feeling in his heart that this spiritual cultivation method might be the key to opening the door. This feeling has no reason and no basis, but the wonderful thing is that it appeared so naturally, and even Feng Rebellion himself didn't know why.

Then, Feng Yi took a deep breath, walked to the door of the hut, sat cross-legged, and clasped his hands as if he was meditating.

"All changes are still fixed, the spirit is calm, selfless and one, six great determinations, abstinence and nourishment, selflessness and inaction, looking at each other, relying on each other, deliberately entering the entrance, subduing thoughts, nothing inside and outside, if the turbidity is clear, the ice is clear......" The bottom of my heart continued to silently recite the spiritual cultivation method, and then, the rebellion began to enter that ethereal state, a state similar to self-forgetfulness.

In fact, this level of spiritual cultivation is very difficult to practice, if you change to another person, even if you get this mental method, you will not be able to practice any fame, and even if you are not careful, you may practice yourself to become insane, and your soul will collapse and die. And the reason why Feng Yi was able to master it so quickly was not only because of his own extremely high understanding, but also because of the guidance of someone, this person was the mysterious old man who taught him this spiritual cultivation method in the palanquin of the illusion.

At that time, sitting in the sedan chair, the mysterious old man spat out the mantra of the heart method, and then, he still used his own spiritual power to help Feng Yi run in his brain, which made Feng Wei completely integrate this spiritual cultivation method.

When he meditated on the mental method, Feng Yi first closed his eyes, and after five minutes, Feng Wei entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the black door in front of him slowly opened in front of him, the door opened very slowly, but it looked very fast.

The door opened, revealing the scene inside, facing the door, was a vermilion table, and there was a teapot on the table, which looked very ordinary, but faintly, Feng Yi could feel a sense of oppression coming from the teapot.

Feng Wei got up and walked into the house, halfway through, he stopped and turned around, only to find that the space behind him had turned into a black chaos at some point.

When he turned around and looked at the thatched house, he saw a white-haired old man in a vermilion robe, sitting at the vermilion table in the room, with a pair of eyes, looking at Feng Rei, or that feeling, Feng Rei felt that in front of these eyes, everything about himself would be seen through by him. It was the mysterious old man who taught him the spiritual cultivation method in the sedan chair of the illusion world.

The old man seemed to be a little tired and a little tired, looked at Feng Yi for a while, then lowered his head, leaned on the vermilion table with one hand, closed his eyes slightly, and then turned slightly sideways, and knocked on the pot of tea on the table with the other hand, and shouted at Feng Wei: "Boy, serve me tea!"

A very indifferent sentence, but with a hint of command, if someone else dared to speak to Feng Wei in such a commanding tone, he would definitely not bother to look at the other party, and even kill the other party directly. But at this moment, Feng Wei didn't have any unpleasant feelings, just relying on the spiritual cultivation method that the other party taught him, it was enough for him to serve a cup of tea with his own hands.

Nodding, Feng Wei slowly approached the table, and the first thing he felt was a tea fragrance, which was a hundred times richer than any kind of tea fragrance that Feng Wei had asked before, which almost made Feng Wei's whole person numb, and there was a feeling of fluttering immortals.

"This tea, made by picking Yunding fairy leaves, taking the soul chalcedony to be hot, all martial artists drink it, it can conceive and nourish the soul, stabilize the essence and strengthen the qi, and can also promote the spiritual power to increase greatly...... "The old man lowered his head, closed his eyes, and hummed. He seemed to be very tired, and he felt a little difficult to speak, as if he was very sleepy and sleepy.

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Feng Yi's eyes, there are few things that can conceive a divine soul and improve spiritual power. However, surprise is surprise, Feng Wei still stood at the table, lifted the teapot, and prepared to pour tea for the old man, but at this time, he suddenly found that there was no teacup on this table, no teacup, how to pour tea?

Feng Wei looked around, making sure that there were really no wine glasses in the whole room, but at this time, the old man knocked lightly on the table, obviously waiting a little impatiently. Feng Wei took a deep breath, he was really in a dilemma, could it be that he said directly, you always open your mouth, and I will pour it into your mouth......?

In the end, the old man sighed again, raised his head very reluctantly, glanced at Feng Wei again, and said: "Qualifications, stupid to the extreme, with your spiritual power, you can't turn fiction into reality?"

"Turning fiction into reality?"

The seal rebellion was first reversed, and then it suddenly dawned on me.

With a self-deprecating smile, Feng Shun began to pour tea, and the tea was poured directly on the table, but it did not disperse, but condensed into a ball, and then, an invisible teacup appeared out of thin air, which was a teacup that he forcibly condensed with his spiritual power.

Soon, a cup of tea was poured, Feng Yi hesitated, poured another cup for himself, and then put the teapot back on the table.

The old man stretched out his hand, picked up the cup of tea in front of him, and smiled: "It's nothing." ”

What he meant was that the level of the teacup condensed by Feng Reverse with his spiritual power was too low, and it had not reached the level of truly turning the virtual into reality, and it would not take a while and a half to automatically dissipate.

This can't be helped, although Feng Yi's current spiritual power has far surpassed that of a martial artist in the Ling Peerless Realm, and even in terms of "quantity", it is even bigger than an ordinary powerhouse at the level of the Imperial Sky level, but it is still too far from the level of truly turning the virtual into reality, and it is quite rare to be able to use spiritual power to condense an invisible wine glass......