Below the ground, there were many roots of that spiritual thing, although there was no change, but there were many obstacles, he had to cut off one after another, try to follow the light and shadow of the broken sword, lest it be lost, then it would be more than worth the loss.

Of course, in fact, such a situation is unlikely, and now the broken sword has almost merged with him, and is inextricably linked, unless someone far beyond him forcibly cuts off the connection between him and the broken sword, it is difficult to let it get lost.

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

At this time, Han Feng had already sunk into the ground four or five hundred zhang deep, but the roots around him were still dense, and you could imagine how developed the root system of this plant called Zitan Dream Flower was.

At this moment, the broken sword finally stopped, but suddenly it was attacked with a crackling sound.

Han Feng was pulled by the qi machine, and he could feel that it was being whipped extremely powerfully, making him feel the same as himself, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

He immediately accelerated and rushed down, lest the broken sword really had an accident, then he would regret it.

The sound of the battle below became louder and louder, and Han Feng quickly went there, only to see a scorching flame of light emitted from the root tendrils, like a whip of light, slashing and breaking the sword fiercely, but they were all blocked by the broken sword one by one, and a series of sounds erupted from each other's blows.

Those roots even wanted to entangle the broken sword, but every time it cracked it, it still jumped up and down, like a swimming fish, resisting freely.

Seeing this, Han Feng couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that after this broken sword devoured the purple juice of that spiritual object, his strength had increased greatly, and now he was able to fight the enemy on his own, and in the face of so many root and whisker entanglements, he would not fall behind.

He jumped down in one step, and in an instant came to the broken sword, stretched out his hand, and the broken sword immediately returned to his hand.

He injected mana, and the broken sword immediately emitted a more powerful light, dazzling to the extreme, and ten thousand sword shadows rose into the air, and in a few breaths, those roots were cut off and twisted into powder.

But there were more roots popping up underneath, glowing and shining, countless, and they came not far from Han Feng in an instant.

With a sword in his hand, Han Feng immediately dived down, swinging his sword and slashing them in succession, defeating them and scattering fragments everywhere.

Strangely, none of these roots came out of the purple juice, but the power was far greater than those before them.

"Sneer......"

A series of sounds sounded, one by one the roots were broken, Han Feng held the broken sword, the speed was extremely fast, just a few breaths, and then he descended a distance of dozens of zhang, cutting off the countless roots, countless.

Suddenly the ground below emptied, revealing an empty area, an ellipsoidal independent space, a hundred feet in size, full of blazing rosewood light.

An epiphany-like purple flower floated in the center of the space, exuding a scorching brilliance, like a purple scorching sun, endlessly.

"Why did you come in here?" A slightly hurried voice came from the flower's body, obviously not expecting Han Feng to find this place. It was as if the roots on her periphery had been cut off, and she couldn't detect it.

"Hey, I don't know, but it doesn't matter anymore, I'm here, and you're still there, isn't it okay?" Han Feng chuckled and asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, if I hadn't contracted all my mana here, I would have found you as soon as you touched my roots, and it would have been your turn to find here. Zitan Dream Flower snorted slightly and said coldly.

"Oh, in that case, you're pretty sure, so why are you huddling here?" Han Feng asked in a flat tone while carefully observing his surroundings, secretly on guard.

"Hehe, that's not something you can know, you won't live long anyway, and it's useless to know!" Zitan Dream Flower let out a laugh like a silver bell, and said with disdain.

"So I won't talk to you, I'll give you a ride!" Han Feng sneered, clenched the broken sword in his hand, and suddenly cast the Sword Yuan Codex, and the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Shadow rushed out, as if to kill her with one move.

However, his attack was missed, and the flower in the center was an illusion.

Ten thousand sword shadows swept by, rushed to the other side of the light film, and disappeared as if they had submerged in a lake, without making a sound.

Han Feng was shocked, and hurriedly staggered his body and moved a distance of dozens of zhang.

At this moment, a large sword shadow appeared behind him, and the power pierced his original location with might, and the void roared, rippling countless spatial ripples.

Han Feng's brows furrowed, and he clenched his fists with a bang, and the strength of his fists was numerous, covering the sword shadow, and the light flickered fiercely, and both of them were annihilated.

The entire ellipsoidal space became silent again, Han Feng was a little surprised in his heart, his soul power spread out and swept around, but he couldn't see anything abnormal.

He suddenly turned and flew backwards, quickly came to the edge of the light film, reached out and probed, and easily penetrated through it, without the slightest hindrance.

As soon as his mind moved, the whole person got into it, and flew out in an instant.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he found that he had suddenly come to another ellipsoidal space, which seemed to be another, but in his perception, there was no difference from the previous one.

He was confused, completely confused.

For a while, he didn't know what to do, so he could only bite the bullet and keep flying forward, and after a while, he passed through this ellipsoidal space again.

As soon as his hind feet left this space, his front feet had already stepped into another space.

It was still exactly the same, no difference, as if he had never left.

He didn't give up, and passed through twenty or thirty spaces in a row, each of which was completely identical, and there was no difference at all, so he lost his temper and had to stop.

"Could it be that I really fell into an illusion?" Han Feng spread out his soul power and seriously investigated it again, but it still had no effect, and he couldn't find any abnormality at all, this was an empty and ordinary place.

He tried to communicate with the remnants, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no sound, no movement came out, as if it didn't exist.

Han Feng stood aside, no longer wandering aimlessly, closed his eyes, and calmed down to observe the changes around him.

Time passed little by little, and before he could do a stick of incense, he suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly found that his mana was gradually passing away, and he didn't know where to go.

"What's going on?!" Han Feng was extremely surprised, running the Spirit Alchemy Vajra Technique, but also failed to lock the leakage of his own mana, he was really puzzled.

Han Feng held the broken sword in his hand, no longer hesitated, and suddenly slashed out with a sword, and the blazing sword rushed out like a roaring beast, causing the void to tear apart, revealing an incomparably black gap.