"Huh, what's going on?" Han Feng looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and was also a little stunned for a moment.

He clearly remembered that this was already his fifteenth year in the Illusory Spirit Realm, and the scene in front of him was the scene when he entered the Xuantian Sect.

However, his body was only fourteen years old.

"How could this be? Could it be ......" Han Feng suddenly thought of a possibility that shocked him.

"Could it be because I have more memories of my previous life for four hundred years?" Han Feng muttered to himself with a frown.

Outside the Illusory Soul Realm, there were still countless people standing there in the square at this time, and everyone looked at the still closed Illusory Soul Realm, their eyes full of doubts and curiosity.

"Gu Master, it's been more than twenty hours since this Illusory Spirit Realm opened, what should I do now?" an elder asked in a worried tone.

Hearing this, Zhuo Ming was indifferent, and his eyes looked at the illusory spirit realm calmly.

After a long time, Zhuo Ming slowly spoke: "Go and inform the two elders and let them come over." ”

"Elder Fei, why hasn't Han Feng come out yet, will there be any accidents?" Xiao Ling said with a tugging heart and a tone full of deep worry.

Fei Lao beside him was also frowning at this time, he had nothing to do about the current changes, but seeing that his princess was so anxious, he had no choice but to open his mouth and comfort: "Although I don't know what happened to Han Feng inside, but seeing that illusion has not been closed, it shouldn't be too much danger, and now we can only wait and see what happens." ”

Fei Lao's comfort obviously had no effect on Xiao Ling at all, and at this moment she folded her hands, and her dark eyes were still full of worry.

In the Illusory Spirit Realm, Han Feng punched the phantom in front of him again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It had been twenty years since he had entered the illusion, and if he had not been sure of his guess at first, he was now fully able to understand.

This Illusory Realm obviously reads the memories of his previous life of 400 years, that is, he will spend a long period of more than 400 years in this Illusory Realm before he has a chance to leave here.

The thought of spending more than four hundred years alone in this endless dark space made Han Feng's scalp tingle.

Of course, Lin Yue mentioned to her before that there are actually two ways to get out of the illusion, one is naturally to wait for the memory to be read, and then it can be automatically teleported.

On the other hand, when you encounter an irresistible enemy in the illusion, you will also be teleported out by the illusion after being beaten to the point of mental collapse.

Obviously, this second method, Han Feng was naturally reluctant to try, and with his current strength, unless he encountered a strong opponent of the Heavenly Rank, it would be difficult for anyone to defeat him, let alone if he couldn't support his spirit and completely collapsed.

With a long sigh, Han Feng was also a little helpless in his heart, but in the face of this strange illusory spirit illusion, he didn't have any way.

Fortunately, after four hundred years of wandering in his previous life, Han Feng's mind had already been trained to be not ordinarily hard, so just after a while, Han Feng slowly adapted to it and cultivated cross-legged very simply.

After a long wait, another year passed, and Han Feng finally ushered in the enemy he had encountered when he was twenty-one years old in his previous life.

And this person was Han Feng's previous life, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with the young pavilion master of Xinghai Pavilion, Ye Haotian.

Looking at the culprit in front of him who single-handedly destroyed the Xuantian Sect and killed his master and many fellow disciples, a cold light flashed in Han Feng's eyes.

However, because he had already realized before, Han Feng controlled his heart very well, and did not let himself lose his usual calm due to excessive anger.

Taking a deep breath, Han Feng coldly looked at the former enemy in front of him, Ye Haotian's strength at this time was the same as when he first met him in his previous life, he belonged to the seventh rank of the ground level.

However, at this moment, Han Feng was not the waste who had broken through the human level in his previous life, nor was he the winner of the conference who had just advanced to the third rank of the earth level before.

At this moment, Han Feng was a heaven-level powerhouse with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Looking at Ye Haotian, who only had a seventh-grade ground rank in front of him, the corners of Han Feng's mouth showed a slight sneer.

Without any hesitation, Han Feng lifted the fighting qi of his whole body, and the peerless aura that belonged to the Heavenly Rank suddenly gushed out wildly. In the face of absolute power, a small ground rank seventh-grade martial artist could not resist at all.

I saw that Han Feng came to Ye Haotian with a dodge, and without using any martial arts, he simply punched, and his fist pierced the air with incomparably violent energy, and hit Ye Haotian's heart.

In the next moment, Ye Haotian's body was like a piece of tissue paper, and Han Feng's fist passed through his chest, causing a rain of blood in the sky.

Although it is only an illusory character based on memory, except that it does not have normal thinking ability, all the behavior of the phantom is no different from that of a normal person.

Therefore, after receiving such a fierce punch from Han Feng, Ye Haotian also let out a miserable scream, and then his body was torn apart.

He killed Ye Haotian in front of him nine times in a row, and at this time, Ye Haotian's strength was also increased by nine times, and when the tenth Ye Haotian appeared, Han Feng also felt that the latter's aura was a little unusual.

"This is?" Han Feng looked at Ye Haotian in front of him with some astonishment, and found that the aura on the latter's body had already exceeded the scope of the earth-level fighting qi, and although he had not really entered the heaven-level yet, it was not far away.

At this moment, Han Feng's face also began to become solemn.

It's just that even though Ye Haotian's strength has increased tenfold, he is still not Han Feng's opponent.

After a few breaths, Han Feng had already directly broken Ye Haotian's neck.

Seeing that Ye Haotian no longer appeared, Han Feng sighed slightly, and all the scenes around him turned into nothingness again.

Then, of course, there was another long wait.

In the Heavenly Saint Valley, there was still a large part of the forces staying here at this time and had never left.

Earlier, Zhuo Ming and the two highest-ranking elders of the Heavenly Saint Valley who had hurried over discussed the situation in front of them, but in the end, they did not come to any conclusion.

In this regard, the Heavenly Saint Valley was also confused, and the Holy Tree was the indispensable and biggest reliance of the Heavenly Saint Valley, so naturally it did not dare to act rashly.

And Xiao Ling and the others of Xuantian Sect, who had not been able to wait for Han Feng to come out, were also very anxious at this time, but they had nothing to do.

These days, Xiao Ling would go to the vicinity of the holy tree every day, and quietly look at the illusory spirit realm in a daze.

She had also tried to approach the Illusory Spirit Realm several times, but was stopped by the Heavenly Saint Valley Elder who was guarding there, and in desperation, Xiao Ling had no choice but to come here every day and silently wait for Han Feng to appear.

When the others saw Xiao Ling's appearance, they were also very sympathetic and pitiful for a while, but more of them were full of jealousy for Han Feng, whose life and death were uncertain.

As time passed, it had been a full month since Han Feng entered the Illusory Spirit Realm.

In the past month, many forces saw that Han Feng had never come out, and they gradually lost interest and left the Heavenly Saint Valley, in their opinion, whether it was the Illusory Spirit Realm or Han Feng, they had nothing to do with them at all, and naturally they would not care about his life or death.

In the end, the forces that still stayed in the Heavenly Saint Valley were only one-third of what they were before.

As the second and third places in this conference, the Ice and Snow Pavilion and the Flame Pavilion naturally remained.

For no other reason, they were all still waiting for the sacred tree to bear fruit, so that they could obtain their respective heaven and earth holy fruits.

Furthermore, for the Ice and Snow Pavilion, Han Feng still had the seven-colored snow lotus they urgently needed in his hands, even if it was for the sake of this seven-colored snow lotus, they had to wait until Han Feng came out.

It's just that now that a month has passed, there has been no movement in the Illusory Spirit Realm, and everyone has been waiting a little impatiently, and Han Feng, who has not yet come out, even thinks that maybe he has had an accident inside and is dead.

"Senior sister, what is it like inside this Illusory Spirit Realm, and will there be danger in it?" In the rest place of the Ice and Snow Pavilion, Xiao Han asked Tang Yurou, who was sitting quietly on the side, a little bored.

Hearing this, Tang Yurou raised her head and glanced in the direction of the holy tree, and then said lightly: "That illusion realm is just equivalent to your own spiritual world, once you are attacked by something you can't bear, you will be automatically teleported out, and there is no danger at all." ”

"Then why hasn't that Han Feng come out yet?, could it be that there really been an accident as others had guessed?" Xiao Han opened his eyes curiously and continued to ask.

And Tang Yurou couldn't answer Xiao Han's question. However, she had a feeling in her heart that he didn't think that something had really happened to Han Feng.

"Young Pavilion Master, it's been a month, that Han Feng hasn't come out yet, I think it should be more than lucky, the Pavilion Master has sent people over many times to urge, do you see if we are ......" A Xinghai Pavilion disciple bowed and said.

In front of him, Ye Haotian, who was gently playing with the sharp dagger in his hand, looked indifferent, as if he was thinking about something, until a moment later, he said lightly: "This matter is not unusual at the moment, I always think that something will happen, send someone back to tell my father, wait a few days." ”

"But, young master, this ......" The man seemed to want to say something, but when he met Ye Haotian's sharp eyes, his whole body suddenly shuddered, and he didn't dare to say more.

At this time, in the Void Spirit Illusion Realm, Han Feng could no longer remember how long he had been in this void space and how many enemies he had defeated.

He only knew that the more he went to the back, the stronger the enemies he encountered, maybe these enemies that once existed in his memory were actually not that strong, but in this illusion, the strength was magnified tenfold, and some weaker opponents, maybe Han Feng was not afraid.

But just like the last opponent that Han Feng had encountered before, an opponent at the peak of the earth rank that he had encountered, after being strengthened by ten times the strength of the illusion, the strength he possessed was already extremely close to that of a heaven-level powerhouse, and it took Han Feng a lot of effort to successfully kill him.

Just like this, he repeated the battle a little numbly, and at some point, a new opponent appeared in front of Han Feng again, and when he saw the appearance of the figure clearly, he was even more surprised in his heart, how could it be him?

(To be continued)