Not long after they began to search around, the unique aura suddenly contracted and disappeared almost without a trace, and no one could capture the source of the convergence, after all, its speed was too fast, and its coverage was too wide to be traced with their strength. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

They looked around for a while, and after finding that they had no clue, they had to disperse separately and continue to snatch all kinds of heaven and earth spiritual materials, making roaring noises from time to time, and it seemed that friction had occurred again, and a big battle broke out.

And at this moment, in the internal space at the bottom of the Spiritual Liquid Lake, Han Feng was suspended motionless in the center, and thousands of breaths were wrapped in the Heavenly Spiritual Qi, converging on his head like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and finally incorporated into the remnants of his Soul Sea, all of which were devoured without the slightest pressure.

Han Feng's consciousness also returned to its place, and he saw that the entire soul sea was rippling in a soft white light, with bursts of warmth seeping out, as if it was nourishing his soul power, and the originally thin soul power gradually became more condensed, shiny, and colorful.

I don't know how long it took, the remnants of the talisman suddenly trembled, and a strange wave spread out, and the white light suddenly condensed into a light door, and the runes on it were densely patterned, and it was extremely simple.

Immediately after, an inexplicable suction force seeped out from the light gate, and Han Feng's consciousness was instantly sucked into it.

He only felt that he was spinning around, his head was a little dizzy, as if he had experienced a long, long time, but it seemed that he had appeared in an empty space in just a moment.

He looked around and found that this space was only a few zhang in size, and below the circle, the sky was filled with a faint white light, occasionally flickering with black light, like a black star flickering, and the ground was a real gray-white earth, smooth and incomparable, like a mirror, from time to time with wisps of five-colored light, very peculiar. Beyond the heaven and earth, it was gray, completely isolated from the prying eyes of his soul power, like a wall enveloping this small world.

Han Feng touched his whole body and found that his soul and body were complete, as if his whole body had entered this mysterious little world. But he reached into his bosom and found that there was no storage ring, and apparently not a single thing outside of his body had been brought in. He closed his eyes, looked inside his consciousness, and found that his body was empty, only colorful light, and nothing else, not even flesh and blood meridians, let alone the blue spear that Qiu Tianyi had obtained before.

It dawned on him that he was just a soul coming in, which made him relax a little.

He didn't know what to do for a while, he thought about it for a while, and had to walk around, but this world was very small, and he walked around in a while, even if the sky was only ten feet high from the ground, he could touch the white light in the sky with a slight leap, but of course he couldn't do it, and at the moment when he was about to touch it, a soft force shook back and pushed it away.

After Han Feng landed again, he was a little unwilling, and kicked hard again, bursting out in an instant, rushing forward like an arrow off the string. But the result was still the same, and a more powerful anti-shock force was transmitted, causing him to crash back to the ground, shaking his legs and feet in severe pain, and his whole body was numb, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He didn't dare to try again, but he didn't know how to break out of this cage and return to the real world. He frowned, walked back and forth a few times, and even squatted down and pounded the ground, but except for a dull banging sound, there was no effect, let alone shaking the ground, and there was not even a trace of shaking.

After that, for about half an hour, he didn't give up, tried various methods repeatedly, and without the talisman with him, he had to use the fireball technique he had learned before to attack this world, but unfortunately he didn't return in vain, and he couldn't shake this world at all.

Han Feng sighed a little helplessly, and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, using practice to pass the time.

Fortunately, although the world here is small, but the aura is abundant, whenever the ground is flooded with wisps of five-colored light, a large piece of aura will gush out, floating to the sky, and being absorbed by the black light that just appeared above, and it is nowhere to be found.

Although Han Feng didn't have a real physical body at the moment, he didn't hinder his cultivation of the nameless book he had obtained from a certain monk of the Imperial Spirit Sect, which was the ancient book in the form of a parchment.

He had taken the time to study for a long time before, and the condensation method of the fireball technique was also mastered by him, and the fireball technique he played just now was derived from this technique, but during this period of time, the battle was repeated and it was abandoned.

He stretched out his hand, silently recited the mantra in his mouth, and the aura that escaped from the ground immediately condensed in his hand, and a fireball emerged, getting bigger and bigger, and then he shook with one hand, and a fiery fireball of the size of a foot leaped up, suspended above his head, but the mantra in his mouth continued, and the aura around him continued to gather in the past, adding to its majesty, and after a while, it became a few feet in size, and finally fixed at nine feet, no more inch, and the whole fireball became extremely unstable, shaking, as if it would collapse and explode at any time.

Han Feng knew that this state could not be maintained for a long time, and with a movement of his mind, the huge fireball flew out and directly hit the gray-white ground five or six zhang away, but it only made a muffled sound, and the five-colored light on the ground shone slightly, and extinguished the huge fireball, without the slightest wave of qi, and there was no trace left.

He raised his eyebrows, not looking at the result, as if he had expected it, closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra on the parchment scroll, and repeatedly comprehended it.

For some reason, he sat on this mirror-like land, his thoughts became widespread, and many things that he couldn't understand before were figured out in a small moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time, as if he was enjoying it.

Time is like an arrow, I don't know how long I practice, and before I know it, half a month has passed.

Of course, this time was only calculated by Han Feng himself in his heart, after all, there is no day and night here, where can the sun and the moon be calculated.

"Bang!"

Another dull sound spread through the world, and a fiery fireball the size of two zhang exploded, but it failed to set off the slightest wind and waves, and was erased by the five-colored light that flashed on the ground in an instant.

Han Feng seemed to be accustomed to such failures, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he continued to comprehend the subtlety of the fireball technique on the parchment scroll.

Time passed quietly in his enlightenment and practice, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Han Feng opened his eyes, and at this moment, a blazing fire appeared, his hands were flat on his laps, and he quickly recited the mantra in his mouth, and the aura quickly gathered, and there was a faint whistling sound, and in an instant, a large fireball condensed above his head, which was two zhang in size, and then rapidly became larger, and finally became five zhang in size, blazing, whirring and exploding.