Han Feng sighed secretly, in his mind, crossing the nine lightning rays, he should be able to succeed, but he was only short of the last one.

This situation has happened more than ten times, but he can't solve it for a while, so he can only bury his head in cultivation and try again and again.

Time flies, and more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Han Feng fell asleep once during this period, dreaming of a big river flowing through the chaos, not knowing where it came from or where it flowed, as if there was no beginning and end, it was extremely weird.

He didn't dare to approach this big river, just because the aura it emitted was extremely majestic, and he felt that from an infinite distance, he could clearly feel the fluctuations it transmitted, which was thrilling.

Han Feng was up and down in the vast chaos, this time he didn't enter any continent again, he drifted like this for two or three months, and finally was hit by a ray of light that suddenly appeared in the chaos, and he was completely unconscious.

When he woke up, he found that his soul body had shrunk by nearly half, and his entire abdomen had been completely crystallized, shining and dazzling.

He didn't waste half of his time, barely rested, he stretched out his hand again and drew in the air, sketching out most of the nine-rank talisman like a whimsy, crossing the moat, and then controlling the soul power Jiaolong to break through the seven lightning attacks in a row.

In the slash of the eighth lightning, he swallowed the power of thunder and lightning, put it to death and came to life, and came to the ninth lightning in one go.

Han Feng crossed his hands, his ten fingers moved quickly, the crystal light of his soul body skyrocketed, and the majestic and pure soul power poured wildly into the dragon, causing scale armor to emerge from his body, shining and shining, resisting the bombardment of the ninth thunderbolt and crackling.

The dragon changed in depth, but the speed was still a little slower, the power of the ninth thunderbolt was extremely huge, smashing its scale armor to pieces, and the terrifying power of thunder and lightning invaded its body, like a flame, incinerating it, and the entire dragon was collapsing, and it was completely wiped out after a while.

Han Feng's soul body shook slightly, and the whole person felt weak, dizzy, and extremely sleepy, and he was almost about to fall asleep again.

He took a deep breath and held on, he felt that he had not reached his limit yet, and there was no need to go into a deep sleep again, otherwise he would not know when he would wake up.

Even if he could get a lot of improvement in his sleep, time was the most precious thing, and if he left here, it would be even more difficult for him to draw the Nine Rank Runes.

As long as he succeeds once, it can be deep in his soul, and even if he goes outside, he can recall it, which is enough to redraw it.

He squinted his eyes slightly, resisting the drowsiness and not falling down.

At this moment, his soul body burst out of brilliant light, colorful colors, bursts of warm currents from his abdomen, making his fatigue gradually disappear.

More importantly, he felt that his soul body seemed to be a little purer, as if it had been refined.

"Strange, could it be that you can resist that drowsiness and let yourself get more benefits?" Han Feng secretly guessed.

He thought for a while, no longer hesitated, and immediately began to draw the nine-rank talisman again.

Time flew by, another month passed, and Han Feng couldn't remember how many times he had failed.

He yawned again and again, and his soul body had already become dim, but he gritted his teeth and insisted on not sleeping, refining his soul body every time and becoming more restrained.

At the same time, wisps of special gas would seep out of the sky, all of which would merge into his soul body, replenishing his consumption endlessly.

The degree of crystallization of his soul body continued to spread to his chest, and after more than ten days, his neck was also completely crystallized, shining brightly, emitting an extremely brilliant seven-colored light.

Han Feng felt refreshed, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and continued to draw the Nine-Rank Rune, repeatedly defeated and defeated, and did not back down.

Time flies, and time goes to the twenty-fifth year.

He knew that he didn't have much time left to stay here, so he hurried up more time to practice and devoted himself to drawing the Nine Rank Runes.

He was already able to control the dragon to rush to the ninth lightning, and he could also turn the dragon into a dragon, but he was always one step short and couldn't hold on.

At this moment, the rune light rose again, the rune path spread, and the soul power dragon once again came to the eighth thunderbolt.

Han Feng pinched the trick with both hands, and the light of his soul body spread, crossed the rune path, and poured into the dragon, causing its scale armor to burst out in advance, blocking the attack of the eighth lightning bolt unscathed, and catching up with the ninth lightning in one fell swoop.

In the trance, the color of the ninth lightning seemed to be black, which was completely different from the other eight white lightning, and the power was naturally completely different.

However, Han Feng clenched the magic trick in his hand, and the light of the soul body surged over like a tide, making up for the consumption of the soul power true dragon in the air, allowing its scale armor to regenerate, firmly resisting the bombardment of black lightning, allowing the rune path to continue to extend and gradually see the end.

It was a place of endless light, and it was brilliant!

"Boom!"

At this moment, the black thunder and lightning derived a cloud of black flames, one after another, burning the soul power true dragon for a while.

Han Feng was anxious, but suddenly blessed his soul, the seal in his hand suddenly changed, and he used the black fire seal to control the soul power true dragon, the latter immediately curled, and black flames also appeared all over his body, using fire to resist fire, and blocked it to death.

The two fires collided, making a loud bang, and the entire rune path was about to collapse.

Han Feng's soul body suddenly lit up at the center of his eyebrows, and shot out a colorful light, which instantly replenished into the soul power true dragon, making its power soar, and extinguishing the black flames derived from the ninth thunderbolt in reverse, and at the same time opening his big mouth, biting and swallowing it in one bite.

After a while, the ninth lightning bolt collapsed and was devoured by the soul power true dragon, but it became stronger instead, emitting colorful light, permeating the entire rune path, making up for all the defects, and making the nine-grade rune finally take shape.

The bright place in front of him seemed to gradually condense a portal, but it was fleeting, and then the entire piece of light spread, embedded with the entire rune path, the rune light skyrocketed, and the spiritual pressure spread out, enveloping hundreds of zhang square.

Han Feng was bathed in these talisman lights, full of joy, he had finally succeeded.

At this moment, his soul body was further crystallized, spreading rapidly from his neck, to his chin, then to his cheeks, then his eyes and forehead, and finally to the top of his head, where his entire head was completely crystallized.

Brilliant and colorful!

He felt that his soul power was as vast as an ocean, surging, and with a random thought, he could pull thousands of wisps of spiritual energy over, and change all kinds of spells at will.