This made Han Feng feel extremely pity, especially when he re-invested his energy into these three nine-grade talismans, he found that the difficulty was indeed not ordinarily small.

The flaw lies in the fact that his soul power is not strong enough, and he is unable to control such a huge aura in the air, and at the same time, he has to arrange and organize them, condensing a complex and delicate silk painting scroll like picking a needle in the sea.

That silk scroll is the nine-grade talisman!

He tried dozens of times, but all of them failed, his head seemed to explode, his eyes were glazed, he was dizzy when he saw everything, and Venus was wildly popping up, which made him miserable.

After tossing for half a month, he failed to draw the nine-grade rune, but instead caused a serious loss of his soul power, and he looked like he was embarrassed.

He had to pause, he couldn't care so much, he fell asleep, and the snoring sound was like thunder, resounding and spreading in this mysterious little world.

I don't know how long it took, this piece of heaven and earth was extremely quiet, and wisps of pale cyan gas floated down from the sky without warning, gathered around Han Feng's body, seeped through his nostrils, and flowed into his body with his breathing, disappearing without a trace.

He slept heavier and heavier, as if he would not wake up, as if he were going to fall asleep.

After another three or four days, a hole suddenly opened in the blue sky above, and a golden cicada came out, which was the Bilian Golden Cicada that had been subdued by the remnant charm before.

At this moment, it has grown to the size of a zhang, but it seems to be underage, it stared at Han Feng, the crystal light in its eyes flashed, and muttered to itself: "This little guy has grown a lot, I don't know if he can grasp the opportunity this time, but if he sleeps like this again, he will never be able to be promoted to the crystal realm!"

It can speak with a mouth, and its voice is immature, like a child, but its tone is old-fashioned, like a little adult.

The cicada stayed for a short while, then returned to the blue sky, and the cracked opening returned to its original state, and the sky became as smooth and bright as silk.

In the sky, there was still an endless stream of mysterious pale cyan gas, all of which poured into Han Feng's soul body, making his body stronger and stronger, and bursts of crystal light from time to time.

At this moment, Han Feng sank into a dream, feeling that he was traveling in a colorful world, refreshed, and completely free of troubles, which made people reluctant to wake up.

Time passed, and most of the month passed unconsciously.

Han Feng continued to swim in his dreams, absorbing all kinds of free energy factors, which could be described as unrelenting and extremely pleasant.

Just as he lingered, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the depths of his own mind, like a morning bell, and woke him up in an instant.

Han Feng trembled, suddenly woke up, seemed to remember his identity and situation, opened his eyes with great difficulty, and said goodbye to that comfortable dream world.

He sat up cross-legged, thinking about it carefully, and couldn't help but fear for a while that if he continued to sleep, maybe he would really miss this opportunity.

At the last critical moment, it was his own subconscious that awakened him, and that thunder was something derived from his own subconscious.

As for why this is the case, he doesn't know why, maybe it has something to do with the remnant talisman, or maybe it has something to do with his own colorful soul.

He let out a long breath and looked around for a long time, and found that the place was still dead and silent, without the slightest bit of life, and it was annoying.

He thought about it, it was very likely that this was also a challenge, and that few people would be able to stay in such an environment for twenty-seven years, and they would have to drive people crazy.

Even a monk could hardly endure such loneliness, which is why he fell into that devastating dream.

Han Feng gasped for a while, and was terrified in his heart, he didn't expect that there would be such a risk after this sleep, and sure enough, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and he must not be careless.

After a long while, Han Feng regained his strength, he was not discouraged, picked up the soul rune and continued to study, from time to time he raised his hand and waved it in the air, pulling the heaven and earth aura to try to draw the nine-grade rune.

Bang bang bang!

There was a violent sound, and one after another the nine-grade runes collapsed, and the violent energy waves vented out, fortunately, this piece of heaven and earth was guarded by a mysterious power, which was able to absorb and smooth out these fluctuations in the blink of an eye, and did not let Han Feng suffer any damage.

After practicing continuously for more than a month, Han Feng felt that his soul power was consumed hugely, and he was sleepy again, yawning again and again, and finally he couldn't bear the impact of sleepiness and had to lie down and fall asleep.

He fell asleep, and the sound of snoring sounded again, spreading throughout the small world.

The blue sky above then drifted wisps of mysterious gas, merging into Han Feng's soul body, quickly making up for the soul power he consumed.

Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, more than half a month had passed.

Han Feng slept even more deeply this time, and fell heavily into that ethereal dream, dreaming of countless ups and downs of the continent, and looking like he could never wake up again.

However, at this moment, a thunderous sound sounded again in his head, which shook his ears and made him sober up again.

"It's really strange, this time when you come here, why do you always fall asleep?" Han Feng was also puzzled, but he was not so scared in his heart, after all, every critical moment, he would be awakened by the sound in his head.

He looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and suddenly found that his soul power had increased by more than thirty percent, and his entire soul body had gained a lot of weight, as if he had swallowed some tonic medicine.

Han Feng was shocked, but he didn't find anything bad, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Okay, as long as the result is good, it doesn't matter the process." ”

He settled down, and then practiced the drawing of the nine-rank rune, trying again and again, one after another, and there was no success.

However, he could clearly feel that he was improving, and he was already able to advance the rune path to the middle section, but he was stuck in the middle, and there was a rune path that blocked his way like a high mountain, and no matter how he changed direction and turned, he couldn't go around it.

This runic road is like a mountain and like flowing water, changing and endless, making it really difficult for him to cross, and he won't know how to crack it for a while.

He didn't give up, gritted his teeth and persevered, flexibly using several methods mastered from the Fu Soul Dictionary, opening roads in the mountains and building bridges in the water, and finally broke through this level after ten days.

He spent a lot of soul power, and he couldn't help but feel tired again, and after three days of hard work, he finally couldn't support it anymore and fell asleep.

This time, Han Feng quickly fell into a fantastic dream, and he clearly saw continents floating in chaos, each continent was a round sky, emitting light of different colors, as if it was breathing.