Han Feng figured this out, so he didn't waste any more time, and concentrated on absorbing those Venerable Breaths, but it didn't take more than a cup of tea, and the jade seat above suddenly flashed with light, and a terrifying aura spread out, as if forming a storm, instantly impacting Han Feng's body.

Han Feng was caught off guard, his body was shocked and flew out, his throat was fishy, and he spat out a mouthful of red blood.

He endured the severe pain, he was in mid-air, his hands were crossed for the first time, the alchemy vajra technique in his body was running at high speed, and the brilliant brilliance of white Yingying was condensed outside his body to resist the aftermath.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

There was a loud noise, and those Venerable Beings' aura was like a violent wave, constantly washing over Han Feng's body one after another, and he couldn't absorb it at all, pushing him out of the distance.

Han Feng resisted desperately, blood continued to spill from the corners of his mouth, and the bones clicked, as if there was a break.

"Bang!"

He rolled to the ground, and his whole body was in pain, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.

Fortunately, at this moment, the seat of the main seat stopped releasing those terrifying aura, allowing Han Feng to take a breath.

"It's finally stopped!" Han Feng reached out to connect his bones, crackling, secretly glad in his heart.

The power of the Venerable, even if it is just a residual breath, is not something that a fake pill can resist, and only a person with a strong body like Han Feng can pick up a life, otherwise there will be absolutely no place to die.

After a long time of tea, Han Feng slowly stood up from the ground, he shook his neck, clicked, and the whole person basically recovered, and there was no injury in his body.

This kind of physique, if it is transmitted to the outside world, will definitely make people feel incredible.

But he felt that it was a matter of course, otherwise his refining body during this period of time would be in vain, absorbing so much Biluo Hidden Water Essence, even if he did not break through to the realm of descending dragons, it would have been promoted to a transitional stage, on a par with the realm of the False Pill of the Qi Cultivation School, with the special nature of the Spirit Refining Vajra Technique, it would naturally make his physical body reach a new height.

Han Feng stretched his limbs and made sure there were no problems, then he turned around and walked into an arch on the side.

He passed through the door and came to a corridor, straight ahead, unable to see the end of the road, only to be shrouded in a vast white light.

"What the hell is this place?" Han Feng was surprised, and involuntarily slowed down his pace and walked forward gently.

When he walked out of more than ten zhang, he suddenly felt something, and looked back suddenly, only to find that the arch behind him was gone, and only a long road led to the end of the view, which was white.

"Labyrinth again?" Han Feng secretly guessed, but instead of turning around and walking back, he continued to move forward.

However, he walked for a long time of incense, and he did not come to the end at all, and the distance was still white, without any change.

Han Feng naturally wouldn't sit still, he immediately took out a large stack of five-grade talismans, and urged them to open at the same time, so the technique was repeated, forming a storm of talisman power, rushing forward.

"Hoo ......"

The white light in the corridor suddenly surged, making a whistling sound, and thousands of tiny white dragons were conjured, rushing forward one after another, scattering the runic storm one by one.

Han Feng was a little surprised, he didn't dare to slack off, and was about to raise his hand to blast out the Decepticon Fist, but who knew that these white dragons dissipated on their own, as if they had never appeared.

"It's weird!" Han Feng stopped and frowned.

He slammed his fist and slammed out a blow, his fist intent was infinite, domineering, and the white light in front of him was scattered, but after the fist power reached one hundred and ten zhang, it gradually disappeared and disappeared.

Just as he was about to continue attacking, the white light in front of him suddenly condensed into a ball, turned into a fist, and rumbled over, a few points more powerful than the blow he had just hit.

Han Feng hurriedly attacked with both hands, one hand to dominate the sky fist, the other hand to the sun phase, the two sides of the mirror, shining on both sides of the road, covering a distance of dozens of zhang.

The next moment, his Deceptive Fist collided with the White Light Fist at the same time as the Sun Fist, and in an instant, a violent wave of light erupted, impacting everywhere.

However, the space here seems to be tighter and firmer, without the slightest distortion.

After a while, all the waves of light disappeared, and the corridor returned to calm.

Han Feng crossed his hands to resist the powerful and incomparable impact, but his face was a little more pale, and it was obviously not a small consumption.

He didn't dare to attack indiscriminately anymore, and walked forward slowly.

Another stick of incense has passed, and the front is still as vast as the sea, and the white light is pervasive, and there is no end in sight.

Han Feng stopped, thought sideways for a while, and his eyebrows suddenly lit up, releasing a thick crystal light, and the majestic soul power rolled out and spread forward.

However, his soul power was soon eroded and blocked by those white lights, and he couldn't go too far, and it came to an abrupt end after a distance of more than ten zhang.

Han Feng didn't give up, he increased his urging, and the whole brain was emitting a bright light, soft and gorgeous, like the light of the bright moon.

But at this moment, the white light in front of him changed again, turning into a shield-like existence, blocking Han Feng's soul attack.

Seeing this, Han Feng was overjoyed in his heart, and he could feel that these white lights seemed to be afraid of his soul power, and instead of fighting back, he turned to defense.

He couldn't help but increase his confidence, and exerted it with all his might, the colorful light on his forehead bloomed, and the power skyrocketed a few points, and the sound of bangbang suddenly sounded, and all the way through, all the shield-like white light in front of him was extinguished, and it dissipated like a bubble.

Han Feng was overjoyed, for the first time he found out how powerful his soul power could be, he accelerated his pace and rushed forward, opening the way with his soul power, the speed was extremely fast, and he broke through this white and vast scene in a few breaths.

An arch re-emerges in front of it, and the inside is blurred, and nothing is visible.

He didn't hesitate and walked straight in.

It turned out to be a room, with smooth walls and an empty space, except for a stone table with a wooden box on top of which was placed in one corner.

The wooden box is not big, it is the size of a palm, but it is green like jade, full of luster, and it is not ordinary at a glance.

Not only that, the wooden box is also painted with the appearance of ten thousand bamboos, slender as a needle, but it is lifelike, and a vitality seems to emerge spontaneously, and it wants to rush to the face.

"Good thing!" Han Feng couldn't help but praise, secretly thinking that this thing might be a reward for himself to pass this level.

He stepped forward and ingested it through the air, but couldn't move it.

"Could it be that there is another mystery?" Han Feng muttered secretly, directly reached out and grabbed the wooden box, and picked it up hard, but it still didn't work.

"Impossible?!" Han Feng was surprised, his strength was so huge, not to mention a wooden box, even a big mountain, he could pick it up.