Han Feng raised his hands, opened his bow left and right, and blasted out one after another, the domineering power was unlimited, the power of the fist was boundless, and the power was much stronger than before, every punch was thrown, causing the void to distort, and a large number of fine winds collapsed in pieces.

However, there were still a lot of fine winds that pierced through his body like sharp blades, but they were all resisted by the powerful strength of his flesh, allowing these thin winds to break and dissipate.

Han Feng's body moved, and without the slightest retreat, he overcame the barrier of the wind and waves in more than ten breaths and rushed to the front of the light.

He saw it, and it was a door, hanging in the void like a bright light, exuding a powerful aura.

Han Feng exerted his strength, and instantly galloped nearly a hundred zhang, without encountering any accidents, rushed into it headlong, and disappeared.

The bright door closed the moment he entered.

Han Feng came to a closed room again, which was extremely bright, and the four walls were smooth as jade, like mirrors, reflecting his figure.

Not surprisingly, there was a table in front of it, made of stone, and a wooden box was placed on it, but this time it was crimson, and it exuded a hot smell like a flame.

Han Feng walked in front of it, without much hesitation, he directly reached out and grabbed the wooden box, up and down, left and right, and tried it again, but he couldn't move it, it seemed that this time was different from the previous two times, and he couldn't repeat the old trick.

He stopped, his soul power dispersed, carefully observed and pondered, and during this time, he gently injected soul power into this wooden box, but unfortunately it was rebounded back by it, and it had no effect.

He pondered for a while, mobilized the power of the sun, and poured it into the wooden box, but it disappeared in an instant like a mud cow into the sea.

He didn't dare to give up, and continued to inject the power of the sun, the wooden box was like a bottomless pit, and those who came did not refuse, absorbing all his yuan power, without any waste.

"What kind of wood is this?" Han Feng muttered to himself, looking at this wooden box, he couldn't help but be surprised to see that it had absorbed half of his own power of the sun, and there was no change at all.

Just as he was about to let go, a crimson glow slowly emerged from the wooden box, extremely faint, like a broken candle, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

His eyes lit up, and he immediately continued to pour the power of the sun into it, and his whole body was blazing with brilliant firelight, as gorgeous as a red glow.

Unconsciously, after half an hour, the light of this wooden box only became a little stronger, and Han Feng's power of the sun had already consumed more than half.

Han Feng had no other way but to grit his teeth and insist, so he simply consumed it with this wooden box to see who could resist it.

After another stick of incense, Han Feng had to take out a large handful of pills to replenish his own consumption.

But at this moment, the crimson light emitted by the wooden box became more and more intense, rising a foot high, like a torch swaying and shining.

When Han Feng saw hope, he would not give up, and mobilized the power of the True Yuan in the Fake Dan to gurgle out, all of which merged into this wooden box, making its light and flame rise like fire.

When the flame of the wooden box soared to three feet, the wooden box snapped open, but it was empty, and there was nothing.

It turned out to be an empty box!

Han Feng glared dryly, secretly thinking that it was no wonder that the remnant talisman had not surfaced in advance, perhaps it had already seen all this.

At this moment, a wall on the left side suddenly burst into a brilliant light, and as soon as it condensed, a door opened silently, perfectly embedded in the wall, and nothing could be seen clearly, as if it was blocked by a layer of diaphragm.

Han Feng glanced sideways, and when he was about to go out, the wooden box he was holding in his hand suddenly moved, as if it had been moved.

He hurriedly looked back, and grabbed it hard, and easily picked it up.

This surprised him, even if he succeeded in driving the wooden box last time, he couldn't take it away, but he didn't expect it to be able to do it this time.

Maybe that's the reward for this level!

Han Feng secretly guessed, and quickly pocketed the wooden box before turning around and walking through the door on the left wall.

When he passed through this door, it was as if he had crossed a curtain of water, and it was as if he had traveled through time and space, and felt the presence of the power of teleportation.

His soul was slightly blurred, and when he came to his senses, he found himself standing in an open area, surrounded by mountains and rocks, and covered with clouds and mist above, and it was obvious that he had come out of the main hall.

He hurriedly turned around and looked down, and sure enough, he could faintly see the big hall on the platform below, still emitting a faint light, like an eternal coordinate, towering on the peak of the palace.

Han Feng looked left and right, and released his soul power to explore, but he didn't find the existence of anyone else, obviously the other three hadn't broken through yet.

I wonder what kind of level they will encounter?

Han Feng thought secretly.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, there was a surge of clouds and mist in the sky ahead, thunder rolling, and a large amount of lightning swept by.

Han Feng looked back and found that the color of these lightning bolts was actually yellow, and the aura emitted by each one was no less than the full force of the False Dan Realm.

"Is this the last difficulty?" Han Feng muttered to himself.

He did not hesitate, raised his feet and stepped forward.

With a "bang", as soon as Han Feng stepped into that area, a bolt of lightning slashed down as if it were spiritual, but it was shattered by his punch, and the alchemy vajra in his body operated on its own, extracting its essence.

However, his fists were also slightly blackened, and he was obviously taking a lot of damage.

It didn't take long for him to walk ten zhang away, I don't know how many yellow lightning bolts he stopped, and his body was already black, but it still couldn't hide the burst of his physical power, the glowing light flickered, and his gestures exuded an amazing momentum, and it didn't hurt the roots.

"Woohoo!"

At this moment, three more yellow lightning bolts fell, really slashing like three yellow big knives, containing the power of thick earth, extremely powerful, and as if three mountains were suppressed.

Han Feng raised his hand and waved his fist print, unleashing the Decepticon Fist, and the dazzling fist light swayed out, resisting the bombardment of the three lightning bolts, and he was stunned to carry it, and then the fist mark turned, rolling them and smashing them into pieces.

He was bathed in the rain of thunder and lightning, and his pores opened all over his body, absorbing the essence of these thunder and lightning to his heart's content, and he was extremely comfortable.

At this moment, the muscles and bones in his body were crackling, and they were improving and evolving, seeping out a more brilliant brilliance, making a thick film of light condense on the surface of his body, and his ability to resist lightning bombardment was greatly improved.

Gradually, his body was no longer black, and he was no longer hurt.

He felt that the place was almost set up for himself, and despite the difficulties, there were so many benefits to be gained.