Han Feng frowned, pacing back and forth, but he didn't leave this area, no matter if the old demon Moxi was here or not, he couldn't leave, because he was sure that Murong Xue was here, then he had to protect her here.

With a thought in his mind, he came to the edge of a stone, held the broken sword, sat down cross-legged, and breathed while letting the broken sword absorb more power from the place.

He found that the sword qi here was even more immense, and from time to time it turned into the wind, blowing the entire heaven and earth.

Moreover, this is said to be the location of the top of Wanjian Mountain, but in fact, as far as the eye can see, it is also thousands of zhang wide, as if it is a plain-like state, but it is bare, and there are only two huge rocks standing in the central area.

Han Feng's eyes were like torches, and he was still observing these two big stones attentively, and he found that they occasionally emitted layers of light waves, dense runes, and sword intent like a tide, which made him feel terrified.

The broken sword was extremely happy, and kept devouring the breath escaping from these two big stones, and in less than a pillar of incense, it grew a small sword blade, which had reached more than four feet and two inches long, almost perfect.

Han Feng himself was not idle, he silently sensed the sword intent seeping out of these two big stones, and improved his sword dao cultivation, unconsciously his sword yuan code operated on its own, absorbing those breaths, making the golden pill in his dantian rise and shrink, as if breathing, it seemed to go further.

Han Feng was overjoyed, he had read some secret books, and knew that after this situation appeared, he would not be far from the realm of half-step psychics, at least much stronger than the consummation of the knot, which was also the so-called state of transcending the consummation of the knot, but many people could not go further and truly step into the level of the half-step psychic realm.

And throughout the ages, it is very rare to step from the half-step psychic level to the realm of the psychic venerable, and it can be said that there is no one in ten.

Of course, since the lifespan of psychic venerables can generally reach as much as five thousand years, and some can even reach seven or eight thousand years, with the accumulation of time, there are still many psychic venerables in today's world, but they rarely appear in front of lower-level monks.

Han Feng stabilized this state and continued to comprehend the sword intent aura of the two big stones, and the surface of his body began to involuntarily emerge with brilliant brilliance, and the sword aura soared into the sky, buzzing, echoing the two big stones from afar.

His golden pill fluctuated and contracted, sometimes changing in a small range, and sometimes rising and falling sharply, but after each shake, his golden pill became brighter and smaller, as if it had been repolished, and the energy was more refined and wonderful.

Even so, he didn't know how to go further, he felt that it seemed that it was not easy to cross this state, there was still an opportunity left, and an opportunity was needed!

Time flies, and a day and a night pass quickly.

Although there is no difference between day and night here, Han Feng's soul power is strong, and he can naturally accurately perceive the passage of specific time, no more, no less, just one day and one night.

Those two big stones still didn't change at all, and they still released a huge amount of sword intent and aura for the broken sword to absorb, and also gave Han Feng a comprehension.

Inside Han Feng's dantian, the golden pill surrounded by green light had shrunk to a size of six feet, and the momentum that radiated it was magnificent, setting off lightning bolts from time to time, dazzling to the extreme, making it impossible to look at directly.

His heart had already returned to calm, like an ancient well without waves, just staring intently at the runes of the big stone in front of him, feeling its unique changes, and gaining opportunities for further improvement.

As a high-grade Heavenly Rune Master, he naturally gained something, but it was not enough for him to go further.

Time flickered, and another day and night passed.

The golden pill in Han Feng's body was radiant, illuminating the entire dantian space, as if it had a feeling of being reborn, containing brilliant strength and shrouding nothingness.

He clenched the magic trick in his hand, silently running the Sword Yuan Codex, and the sword qi lingered all over his body, and the sword intent was overwhelming, just like a sword.

After a while, the light in his dantian gradually converged, and finally only a few zhang was left, faintly turning into a phantom, and his limbs appeared, but his appearance was blurred, and he couldn't see what it looked like.

However, this phantom shadow is surrounded by many lightning bolts, densely packed, gold and blue are staggered, dazzling to see.

Han Feng was overjoyed in his heart, he knew that this was a crucial step, even if he had stepped into the realm of half-step psychics, his strength had doubled.

In time, the appearance of that phantom will also be completely condensed, and his strength will be improved at that time, and with his background, even in the face of the true Psychic Venerable, he will be able to retreat with his whole body.

Just when he wanted to continue cultivating, the stone on his left hand suddenly lit up, and dense runes appeared, flashing and sizzling, as if he was blocking something, and as if he was fighting against it.

Han Feng was slightly startled, without the slightest hesitation, he quickly stood up, stepped forward, and observed silently, but did not start to investigate, he was worried that it was Murong Xue hidden inside, if it was self-defeating and ruined her chance, it would be a sin.

Of course, he was also afraid that the old demon Messi, maybe this guy was trapped in it, and it was not necessary that he was struggling to get out now.

Therefore, Han Feng was carefully inspecting so as not to miss the opportunity, once the old demon escaped, it would be a disaster for both him and Murong Xue.

While he was carefully verifying, he was also communicating with the remnant talisman, trying to determine whether the stone was hiding the old demon Messi through its power.

However, the remnant talisman was indifferent, ignoring his pleas, and still hid in the depths of his soul sea, and did not see his shadow or whereabouts.

Han Feng was helpless, knowing that the temperament of the remnant talisman was like this, only when he was in danger and urgently needed it, it would appear, or if it encountered some important heaven and earth artifact, it would also rush out and seize it.

Now, he can only rely on his own judgment, and there is no other way.

At this time, the big stone became brighter and brighter, as if it was about to burst, and he had to worry and be vigilant.

He carefully released his soul power, slowly touched the big stone, and suddenly a spirit, he felt the majestic power penetrate, spreading along his soul power, if he hadn't reacted quickly and pinched off that wisp of soul power in time, otherwise it would have invaded the soul sea, as for what the consequences would be, then no one knows.

Han Feng thought quietly for a while, no longer looking forward and backward, and slowly raised his hand to put his hand on the big stone, carefully perceiving its changes.

But at this moment, a ray of black light emerged from the crack of this big stone, as if it was spiritual, and turned into a dragon the size of a foot, opening its mouth to devour the surrounding heaven and earth aura, as if replenishing its own consumption. ()

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