Just now, Han Feng's soul power spied a touch of white in front of him, so he cautiously slowed down and walked over, so as not to be attacked by some ghostly things. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a moment, he walked a few feet away, his soul power was swept away, his face couldn't help but relax, and he immediately took out a fireball talisman, and after urging, a skull-sized fireball appeared suspended in mid-air, illuminating the four directions.

Not far from his feet, there was a snow-white skeleton lying quietly against the wall, no more than four feet long, with slender bones, which had been damaged and mutilated in many places, but it could be seen that it was the bones of a woman.

Han Feng sighed secretly, guessing that this woman came here a long time ago, and in the end she couldn't hold on, and died here, with no place to bury, and she had been exposed to the blowing of the yin wind.

However, her strength during her lifetime must not be weak, otherwise her bones would not have survived to this day, although they have been damaged a lot.

Some time ago, when he bartered with Ling Fen of the Nine Heavens Palace, he talked about the cycle of this secret realm trial, according to Ling Fen, it was opened every other Jiazi, that is, this skeleton had been stored here for at least sixty years, and after such a long period of yin wind blowing, it could still be basically preserved, and her predecessor strength must also be at the level of the Extreme Person.

Han Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the white bone of her right hand's slender middle finger like a bamboo pole, and there was actually a storage ring on it, which shone brightly under the light of the fire.

He stepped forward, bent down, and didn't shy away from anything, he directly reached out and took out the storage ring from his phalanges, and then poured true qi into it, without the slightest hindrance, and the refining was completed in an instant, and the soul power penetrated into it and swept it, only to find that it was empty, except for a few dim talismans, there was also a mirror, flashing with a pale green halo.

As for those bottles and cans, Han Feng took out a few things and examined them, and found that they were either eaten by her during her lifetime, or they became waste, and they were worthless. Of course, he didn't check them all, and maybe there were still some intact pills left.

A quarter of an hour later, Han Feng withdrew his soul power, he had already explored all the space inside, and the only thing that was really valuable was the mirror, and the storage ring itself, after all, the space inside it was more than ten layers, and each layer was twenty or thirty zhang wide, many times larger than the storage ring he had obtained before.

As soon as his mind moved, the mirror appeared in his hand, and he played with it carefully, and found that the front of the mirror was extremely smooth, and his appearance was clearly illuminated, without the slightest mistake, as if it was a copy of another self. On the reverse side of it, it is wrapped in a thick metal package, like green copper, and a row of bamboos is carved on it, lifelike, light green in color, slightly shiny.

Han Feng injected true qi, and after a long while, there was no change, it seemed that it was not so simple to refine, let alone control.

He didn't waste any more time, put it in the storage ring, then looked at the skeleton, thought about it for a while, and simply included her in the storage ring before her death, which could be regarded as a home, and when he went out in the future, he would find a place to bury it, but her life.

After doing all this, Han Feng continued to walk forward, he didn't want to die here like this skeleton, and wait another sixty years for future generations to come here to clean up.

I don't know how long it took, the Senior Brother Yuan of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate came to the place where the passage had become smaller, but he was blocked by a big gray stone.

He snorted lightly, pinched the trick with both hands, and the sword light burst out all over his body, shooting out dozens of sword lights like a hedgehog, bringing a gust of wind in the passage, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, and he slashed at the big stone in unison, and there was a loud sound, and the energy was rushing around, and the dust was flying.

But after a while, everything returned to calm, and his soul power swept away, only to find that there were only faint traces left above the big stone, almost invisible.

He was stunned for a moment, unwilling to give up, and continued to pinch the trick to attack, and the sound of ping-pong rang non-stop. It's a pity that the result still failed to break this big stone, but instead made the true qi in his body decrease rapidly.

He put down his hands, thought silently for a while, and suddenly turned and walked back without hesitation.

At this moment, in the depths of the passage, Han Feng saw a little white light in front of him from a distance, appearing and disappearing from time to time. He was overjoyed, but he didn't hurry up, but slowed down and walked slowly with a wary look on his face.

As he advanced, the road went smoothly, and the white point of light became bigger and bigger, and in less than a cup of tea, the entire point of light became a hole, which was the exit of this passage.

Han Feng was dozens of zhang apart, and through this exit, he saw a vast white snowfield, which was extremely empty.

He suppressed the surprise in his heart, and at this moment the yin wind in the passage became much weaker, and he no longer hesitated, and ran forward at a faster speed, and in a moment he came to the edge of this exit, and stepped out with one foot, and came to the snow.

There was no cold as he imagined, and there was no yin wind blowing, and Han Feng felt more comfortable than he was in the passage.

When he looked back, he was suddenly shocked, only to see that the hole behind him had disappeared, and he didn't know where to go with the entire passage, which was very weird.

At this moment, he was standing alone in the vast snow, surrounded by a dead silence, as far as the eye could see, without the slightest trace of people.

He felt an inexplicable panic, stood motionless, took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and suddenly took a step back, the same size as the step he had just taken out of the hole, and without a sound, he returned to the passage, and the wind rose spontaneously, blowing his clothes and hair, rattling, very cold, but in his heart it was a warmth.

Han Feng thought for a while, but still stepped out of the cave and came to the snow again, but did not leave there, but took out five talismans of different colors and buried them in the snow around his feet, forming a circle, and clenched his fists to pound it solidly.

He pinched the seal, and immediately sensed the breath of the talisman below, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then left this place and walked forward.

He walked a few feet away, and suddenly looked up, and found that it was gray, and occasionally white light flashed, sprinkling patches of light, reflected by the snow, illuminating the vast world.

"It's really amazing, I didn't expect the giant beast to be able to form a world of its own!" Han Feng secretly admired in his heart as he walked forward.

Time flickered, unconsciously passed half an hour, as he deepened, snow mountains began to emerge around him, different heights, the height of more than 100 zhang, the short one is only about ten zhang, but they all exude a deep chill, making him extremely jealous, dare not approach a bit.

"Whew......"

Suddenly, there was a roar from behind a low mountain.