Three days later, Zhao Yan replaced the exercises, and Han Fan turned out the corpse of a monk of the early stage of the Four Realms in the wine gourd.

This is already the lowest cultivation monk he can find, Zhao Yan has absorbed flesh and blood, and his injuries have recovered seven or eight out of ten, and he only needs to raise for a few more days to completely heal.

During this period, Han Fan has been contemplating the eighth induction, but he has not sensed the spatial location point so far, and he has always been smooth sailing, and for the first time, he feels that he is so talentless.

Maybe it's because the eighth induction is already very difficult? Han Fan analyzed that someone needs to make a comparison to reflect the superiority, so Han Fan passed the eighth induction to Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan looked at the eighth induction and learned the theory of the three dantians of the human body, and the whole person was stupid again.

Fortunately, he was already a person who had experienced the cultivation of the Heavenly Rank Exercises, and now even after knowing the truth that was enough to subvert the cultivation method of the entire Vertical and Horizontal Domains, he quickly withdrew from the state of confusion.

Now he looks at Han Fen as if he is looking at a god, a god who has not yet grown up, if Han Fen can't become a god, then there is no god in the world.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, Zhao Yan's attitude towards Han Fan has quietly changed, if it was respect before, now it is awe and fanaticism, just like faith.

However, what happened next made Han Fan doubt his life for the first time.

After Han Fan passed the eighth sense to Zhao Yan for an hour, he slowly opened his eyes, a little cringe.

What's the matter, Han Fan didn't dare to look directly into his eyes when he saw Zhao Yan, and he was suddenly curious.

"My lord, I ...... It seems to sense a spatial position point. Zhao Yan whispered.

"What?" Han Fan thought he had misheard.

Zhao Yan thought that Han Fan was angry, so he lowered his head and stopped talking, waiting for Han Fan's next storm.

"I'm just asking you, do you really sense the spatial location?" Han Fan patted Zhao Yan on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Ahh......h It should be, it's exactly the same phenomenon as the magic power, it should be. Zhao Yan was asked by Han Fan like this, but he was a little unsure.

Han Fan asked two more questions, and only then did he confirm that Zhao Yan did feel the existence of the spatial location point.

Knowing this cruel truth, Han Fan sat on the side with his hands on his chest and began to doubt himself.

Even a player like Zhao Yan, who had already reached the peak of cultivation at the beginning of the Four Realms, could sense the spatial position, and it only took an hour. But he failed again and again?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more angry he became, Han Fan began to fidget, glancing at Zhao Yan with strange eyes from time to time, and he didn't speak.

Zhao Yan was a little creepy by him, but he also knew that if he opened his mouth to persuade Han Fan, the consequences would be more serious, so he simply looked at his nose and nose and heart, did not cultivate, did not speak, and did not move.

Han Fan went out and walked around at will, and some monks had already appeared in the Huifeng Mountain Range one after another, and it seemed that he had to go to the underworld as soon as possible.

Back in the cave, Han Fan left in a hurry after dropping a sentence, Zhao Yan was a little confused, but Han Fan asked him to step up his cultivation of the eighth induction, and he began to cultivate honestly.

An environment like the Huifeng Mountain Range is simply Han Fan's home field, and he plans to let Zhao Yan cultivate the eighth induction first, anyway, no matter who opens the underworld passage, the result will be the same.

And before that, a lesson should be taught to these monks who dare to chase after them.

......

In the time of a stick of incense, Han Fan had already figured out the depth of the monk not far ahead, he didn't have any companions, only the cultivation in the middle of the four realms, if he sneaked attacked, there was no chance of surviving at all.

Just when Han Fan wanted to make a move, he hesitated, in the end, these people had no grudge against him, if he was forced to fight back because of his own state before, then he was completely active in hunting them now.

The monk at the beginning of the Four Realms suddenly felt that a strong murderous aura locked on him, and this murderous aura made him unable to resist at all, and only one thought flashed in his heart, he was going to die.

However, the murderous aura came and went suddenly, and after waiting for about five minutes, the monk dared to look back, and there was no one behind him, only the rustling of weeds and branches and leaves blown by the wind.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground and began to gasp for air.

Zhao Yan sensed that someone was approaching, and hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at the entrance of the cave vigilantly, and was relieved to see that it was Han Fan.

"Your Excellency, you're back. ”

"Well, you step up your cultivation of the Eighth Induction, and let's go to the Underworld. ”

Zhao Yan was a little surprised, he didn't expect to go to the Underworld, could it be that this Eighth Sense was the way to go to the Underworld?

The next day, Han Fan and Zhao Yan headed south, bypassing the center of the Huifeng Mountain Range.

With Han Fan's current cultivation, the Huifeng Mountain Range could no longer pose a threat to him.

A day passed, and Zhao Yan's eighth sense had already cultivated to the original realm.

After a week's time, the two came to the junction of Zhongzhou and the Zongheng Domain, and just in case, Han Fan summoned Gegra with a summoning god.

"Master, we're at the junction now, but I haven't cultivated to the eighth sense yet, so there's no problem with him casting spells instead, right?"

Gegra glanced at Zhao Yan casually, Zhao Yan couldn't help but shiver, only to feel that the whole person was cold from beginning to end.

"He's signed a contract, it's not impossible, it's just that this spatial passage can only allow one person to pass through. Speaking of which, Gegra looked down at the wine gourd hanging from Han Fan's waist, "But you can put him in it." ”

"Can this still pretend to be alive?" Han Fan said in surprise.

"Can't you pretend to be dead when you're dead!"

Zhao Yan's legs were weak when he heard this, for fear that Han Fan would turn around and slaughter him. Although he signed a contract, it was only a one-sided contract with Han Fan, and how Han Fan treated him was not restricted by the contract.

"No, no, master, he has signed a contract with me and cannot kill him. Han Fan hurriedly explained, for fear that Ge Ge would stare Zhao Yan to death with a look.

"I'm teasing you, your gourd is not a mortal thing, it's okay to hold a living creature for the time being, try not to exceed three minutes. With that, Gegra dissipated.

"Eh, you haven't told me what I need to pay attention to when crossing the space tunnel?" Han Fan scratched his head helplessly, this master is probably not so reliable.

Seeing Han Fan's master leave, Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, from the moment his master appeared, Zhao Yan felt a shadow in his heart, and felt that his senses were delayed, as if he had fallen into water, and the whole person was sluggish.

It wasn't until Gegra left that he felt like he had been fished out, and the whole world became vivid and vivid again. He was even a little moved.

"Can you sense the location of the spatial passage?" Han Fan saw Zhao Yan in a cold sweat, and silently despised him for being cowardly.

"Not yet, it shouldn't be around here. Zhao Yan hurriedly replied.

Han Fan nodded, and the two walked towards the east along the dividing place.

Until the evening came, Han Fan originally believed to get something to eat, pay attention, but Zhao Yan suddenly felt shocked and said that he had found it.

Han Fan followed Zhao Yan to the place he perceived.

Han Fan looked around, this is an ordinary open space that can no longer be ordinary, no wonder Gegra is not worried about being found by others at all, if there is no eighth sense, who would have thought that there would be a spatial passage to the underworld here.

Han Fan took off the wine gourd and held it in his hand, and stepped back some distance, "You start." ”

Zhao Yan nodded, stretched out his right index finger and pointed to the position of his eyebrows, that is, the position of the Mud Pill Palace.

I saw a yellow light flash in the center of his eyebrows, and then the surrounding space began to produce some visible ripples, like ripples from dipping his hand into the water, which was very magical.

As the ripples became more and more dense and denser, these ripples began to rotate, and a whirlpool appeared, and a black dot appeared at the end of the whirlpool, and an amazing momentum emanated.

At this moment, the vice president of Zhulu Academy raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction where Han Fan was.

Not only the vice dean, but also many Dongzhou masters looked here, their perception was stronger than that of ordinary monks, and because of the reason of enlightenment, they were a hundred times more sensitive to spatial energy aura than low-level monks.

The rotation speed is getting faster and faster, and the area of the black dot is getting larger and larger, and Han Fan can feel but a breath that makes his heart palpitate keeps emanating.

Zhao Yan was still concentrating, Han Fan released his divine sense to sense the surroundings, such an obvious aura would definitely alarm others.

Suddenly, Han Fan's right eyelid jumped, and a slight pain came from his brow. He knew that this was his sixth sense warning him, and it seemed that the spatial passage had alarmed the real master.

Although he said that he was extremely talented, if he wanted to deal with the existence of the Seven Realms monks, he would undoubtedly hit a stone with an egg.

Han Fan didn't dare to urge Zhao Yan, for fear of interrupting his technique, so he could only silently recite the secret of silence and forcibly calm himself down.

The right eyelid was beating faster and faster, and Han Fan came to Zhao Yan's side, he closed his eyes tightly, and still kept his index finger on his eyebrows.

The black dot had expanded enough to shove his head in.

It's coming, it's coming. Han Fan thought silently in his heart.

He raised his hand to press his right eye, and although his eyelid stopped beating, the tingling sensation in the center of his brow became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he felt an astonishing momentum approaching from afar, as strong as a small sun, and even at night it felt as bright as day.

Han Fan thought quickly, and with a countermeasure, he covered his face again and retreated from Zhao Yan's side.