In fact, these larvae are really weak, so weak that they can crush them into powder as long as they stretch out their fingers, but on the battlefield of this branch world, Han Cheng has stripped himself of his innate physical strength, and because he can't cultivate, his spirit is not strong.

But no matter how weak he is, it can be seen from the previous few near-instant encounters that he still has an extremely strong advantage.

The second wave of spiritual surge came over, Han Cheng struggled to resist, the two spiritual forces collided together, Han Cheng only felt a pain in his brain, but compared to these larvae, he was much more relaxed, and the insect pile was almost directly dispersed by this wave of attacks.

"The spiritual battlefield is a competition of willpower? Only those who are not afraid of death will be the least injured?"

Han Cheng didn't know it, but he decided to give it a try, and all the divine sense thorns he could control turned into a rushing river and swept over, even if it was an iron wall, it could break out of a big hole.

The sharp Divine Sense Thorn rushed into the pile of insects, quickly strangling a larvae.

And so it was. Han Cheng got up, exercised all his spirit, sang the sound of killing, and fought with the insect pile, the spirit was as refreshing as flowing at this moment, the will had never been so hearty at this moment, he killed seven in and seven out, until the last fish that slipped through the net was strangled, and then he withdrew from the branch world.

"This feeling is so strange, the spirit seems to be breathing, as if shouting, as if taking a bath, this feeling is like the feeling that every muscle is rejuvenated after the body stops after a day of practice, just like an initiation, hearty. ”

Han Cheng fell to the ground and kicked deeply, although he couldn't practice, and this kind of secret fight couldn't exercise his body, but he found that fighting with these larvae was a kind of spiritual release, as if he had been imprisoned before, and this time he was completely released.

Because it was so comfortable, he lay down, gradually lost consciousness, and then fell asleep.

No, he didn't feel like he was asleep.

In fact he did feel it, but he didn't know if he was awake or asleep, he felt awake, but his body had gone into hibernation.

However, his spirit was enjoying the relaxation brought by the refreshing release, and he was feeling some kind of relief that was not suppressed.

Perhaps because he was too relaxed, he began to wander freely in the source of thought, he did not know how big the darkness was, but the pleasure of the thought made him feel as if he had just been released from his cage, and this sense of freedom was what he lacked most in his life.

I don't know when, he stopped.

Maybe he was tired, maybe he was going to sleep, maybe when some kind of mental barrier was quietly broken through by him, he escaped into some strange feeling that he didn't even know.

He subconsciously raised his head.

There was no deliberate act to support his gaze in this action, only because when he lowered his head, he saw strange white cracks in the ground.

This crack is not a crack, it is a ray of light. He couldn't tell what kind of light it was, but it was milky white, and in the barely held up dark world, it was the first ray of light he saw except for the endless darkness.

So he looked up!

So he saw a palm in the sky.

This palm covers the sky and shelters from the sun, and it is very large, as big as the sky.

Han Cheng stood under this palm, shrouded in darkness covered by the palm, feeling like an ant under the palm, and he was finally able to realize what it felt like when he was a child when he pressed an ant with one palm—when the ant raised its head, it felt like to look at the palm on the top of his head to cover the sky and the sun.

The palm of his hand obscured the milky white light that symbolized the sun, and the darkness that pulled down covered Han Cheng's eyes full of curiosity, if it weren't for the narrow light revealed between his fingers that could barely support his simple and ordinary face, this kind of darkness would have completely swallowed him.

"The thought travels to the Divine Mansion, and the Divine Mansion is relied on, which is the light gate of the Divine Crown, and the world is white and pure as milk. ”

Han Cheng remembered a sentence: "If this sentence is not wrong, then the world of the Divine Mansion should be a white and pure world, a world that has been cleaned by this milky white light that has penetrated from the palm of his hand, and it should not be a dark world shrouded in this dark palm." ”

"If the Divine Mansion is the Spiritual Light Gate, then am I in my own Divine Mansion now? If so, then why is there a palm in my Divine Mansion that covers almost all the worlds?"

Han Cheng was not full of energy, nor was he angry, he was like an ignorant child looking up at a ray of light squeezed out of a pitiful crack in the sky with a pair of ignorant eyes, and then he looked at it for a long time, he didn't know how long it was, until he felt that the little light that was left seemed to be blocked by darkness.

Damn it!

Is it just a ray of hope, and it is so stingy and unwilling to give?

You're so ruthless!

Why?

The unwilling anger rose from somewhere in his body, instantly burning his body and burning every part of his sanity, and then he rolled up the flames of anger and slammed towards the figure whose ruthless heart had obscured his last rays of light.

The fiery red flame seemed to burn the whole world, and also burned all the worlds in front of him, his anger was too weak after all, and after being quickly suppressed by the flame power that this bear could burn, he found that he was so weak, and the world was full of cold and cold smell, as if he had fallen from the purgatory just now, and wanted to completely freeze his last obsession.

He looked at the increasingly visible figure, and for the first time shed tears.

"It's just a ray of hope, and you're too stingy to give it? ”

This fiery red figure became more and more obvious, and the world in Han Cheng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he found that he could actually see the outline of this fiery red figure clearly.

Gradually, gradually...... This figure is becoming more and more clear, more and more clear.

Han Cheng saw this figure clearly.

It was a fiery red dress, a snow-white face, a pair of icy eyes, a thin brow, and willow lips outlined by vermilion.

Very familiar!

The next moment, Han Cheng's brain buzzed and he was stupid.

Han Qiuyu felt very strange, so she frowned slightly, she didn't know what was wrong with Han Cheng? Just now his body suddenly erupted with a very strange power, this power did not belong to Han Chengxiu's strength, as if it was the 'source power' in the depths of Yuan Li's heart.

Everyone's body has a 'source force', 'source force' is born in the human body, hidden in the body when born, it is a collection of character, body, thought, mind, wisdom, and all kinds of strange material composition, 'source force' is also commonly known as 'potential' but not the same as 'potential', but the strength and weakness of 'source force' naturally determine the strength of 'potential', which also alludes to what the world calls talent and third understanding.

'Source power' cannot be used in cultivation, but can only be used to stimulate the hidden 'source force' in the body by means of stimulation during cultivation, so that people can change their direction and obtain more cultivation power during cultivation.

Han Qiuyuan found that the 'source power' inspired by Han Cheng actually hid her will, and if she controlled it with her will, she was afraid that Han Cheng would plant a demon root because of this, so she took action to suppress it, but she didn't expect that after she made a move, she saw a pair of tearful eyes staring at her.