Chapter 161: The Fire Seal Condenses
Han Feng gave an order in his mouth: "Hurry!" With a wave of his hands, the huge fireball above his head immediately rolled away, setting off bursts of hot wind and smashing into the edge of the ground, but after a muffled sound, it was instantly wiped out by the five-colored light on the ground, leaving no trace. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
Han Feng sighed secretly, then closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.
Next, there were dull explosions in this small world from time to time, and time flickered, and half a year passed.
Han Feng opened his eyes again, he didn't have any extra movements, he recited the spell neatly, and in an instant, it condensed into a fireball ten zhang big above his head, almost touching the top of the sky, the white light in the sky flashed, and the bursts of heat were shocked back at all times, making the fireball shake slightly, making it make a chaotic sound.
He didn't push out the fireball for a long time, his eyes flashed, and he turned his hands up, and the fireball followed upwards, and immediately touched the top of the firmament, the white light rolled, and the majestic force shook back, and immediately flattened the fireball, almost bursting open.
The incantation in Han Feng's mouth sounded quickly, obscure, but it wasn't any of the words he had read before. The next moment, the fireball suddenly shrank inward, and in an instant, it became more than half smaller, but the power was even more amazing, the heat was at least doubled, and even the aura between this small world was burned to the ground, as if it was stir-fried soybeans.
However, this is far from the end, Han Feng stretched out his hands and closed them, his ten fingers were linked, and one after another crimson seals jumped and flew into the fireball above his head, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly gathered, the fireball did not increase but became smaller, and in a few breaths, it turned into a red flame fireball that was only the size of a few zhang, but the flames it emitted were a little black, the heat was surprisingly powerful, and the surrounding aura was annihilated, and at the same time, a gust of aura spread around, whining and roaring, as if the aura was ringing its own death knell, it was very terrifying。
Han Feng's brows tightened, his hand clenched the seal, and the crimson seals continued to fly towards the fireball, but even the seals were burned by the blackened flames that burst out, and they could no longer enter the slightest.
He gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, but the result was still the same, he sighed lowly, and immediately pushed forward with both hands, and the red and black fireballs the size of Zhang Xu flew out rapidly, and smashed down to the ground five zhang away in a blink of an eye, with a muffled sound, the five-colored light swept by, and its power was erased instantly, but there was a shallow black trace on the ground, although it was fleeting, the ground was restored to its original state in an instant, but it finally broke the deadlock.
Seeing this, Han Feng was overjoyed, then took a deep breath, calmed down, closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend the mystery on the parchment scroll.
Time flowed, and soon another half a year passed.
Han Feng didn't feel bored at all, he was immersed in cultivation every moment, the mystery of fire on the parchment scroll became more and more amazing, the deeper he explored, the more profound he felt, even if it was just a simple fireball technique, it could evolve into thousands of changes.
Now he was not only able to condense a fireball the size of ten zhang into a six-foot size, but he could also turn it into a condensed sea of fire, enveloping a radius of tens of zhang. Of course, the condensed fireball is many times more powerful than the sea of fire that spreads out.
Unfortunately, even a condensed fireball that was more than six feet tall could only leave a few black spots on the ground, and it disappeared in an instant.
Han Feng was not discouraged, continued to grit his teeth and persevere, and practiced with all his might.
As he deepened, Han Feng's comprehension of the mysteries on the parchment scroll became slower and slower, and it took him more than half a year to finally compress the ten-zhang fireball into a three-foot size, and it was no longer in the form of a fireball, nor was it red, but turned into a pure black fire mark, bursting out with an astonishing spiritual pressure, forming a vacuum around it, and anything would be wiped out as long as it entered within three feet of it, even Han Feng himself did not dare to touch it.
His mind moved, and as soon as he pushed the fire mark out, and when it landed on the ground, it immediately caused a sizzling sound, and set off puffs of white smoke, like a blazing iron imprinted on the surface of the water.
At this moment, even if a series of five-colored lights appeared on the ground, they could not eliminate the scars caused by this fire mark, and gradually sunken down, forming a pit three feet wide and many feet deep in a moment, but the five-colored light in the pit was dozens of times stronger, and the two had fierce friction and collision, stabbing and exploding, thick smoke billowing, like wolf smoke rushing straight into the sky, swallowed up by the black starlight in the sky dome, and feeling even darker. At the same time, the speed at which the fire mark sinks has also decreased, and it itself is constantly shrinking, and in just ten breaths, it is only about half of it, and the speed of shrinkage is still increasing dramatically.
After another three or five breaths, the fire mark disappeared completely, leaving a funnel-shaped hole on the ground, about three feet wide and as deep as a zhang, but the bottom was extremely small.
Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he had finally broken through the ground, with curiosity, he quickly approached and looked down, only to find that the bottom of the pit began to gush out a steady stream of spring water, which had risen to a height of more than a foot at this moment, and was still rising, but the speed was getting slower and slower.
Han Feng stared at these springs intently, and released his soul power to explore, it turned out that this spring water was full of spiritual liquid, and the faint spiritual light flashed, like smoke, which was very fantastical.
"Could it be that the aura and even the spiritual liquid that I absorbed before have been gathered here?, then, this ground is all made of spiritual energy solidification?" Han Feng secretly guessed, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible.
A quarter of an hour later, the pit was completely filled with spiritual fluid, and the spiritual energy spread out, so that the entire heaven and earth were soon filled with spiritual energy, maintaining a dynamic balance with the devouring of the black starlight in the sky.
Han Feng looked at the spiritual liquid pit, thought sideways for a while, and said to himself with pity: "It would be nice if all the big medicines could be transplanted here, and there would be no supply of spiritual energy!"
After saying this, he laughed at himself a little again, after all, he didn't even have the slightest clue about how to get out now, let alone transplant the big medicine, not to mention that the growth of some big medicine in addition to the supply of spiritual energy, also has unique requirements for the soil and climate environment, and it is not common to have a big medicine that is easy to raise like the Seven Star Chrysanthemum.
Han Feng sighed secretly, and sat down on the edge of the spiritual liquid pit, and did not continue to use the fire seal technique to chisel out too many spiritual liquid pits, first, it was not necessary, he was only the body of the soul body now, and he did not need the spiritual energy to condense the true qi or refine the body; second, he was also worried that there would be some big trouble, if this only place of standing collapsed, he would also suffer, and it would be worth the loss. So he closed his eyes and comprehended the condensation of the other attributes on the parchment.