Chapter 128 The Jumping Folding Fan

At a glance, there was no fog, and there were countless strange beasts. Zhao Haoran's whole body was full of blood. He just met a powerful spirit beast, almost equivalent to the peak of March.

This physical injury is not a big problem for him. The wound slowly healed, and a clean dress was found in the jade seal space to change. Zhao Haoran's spirit has been in a tense state.

This place is not weaker than Jiaye, and I have some regrets in my heart, but there is no way back.

Without the exploration of his consciousness, he can't even tell the direction. He has been in this area for more than half a month, but he still has no effect. The fog seems to be endless, and no matter how he goes, he can't find the edge.

Fortunately, a large number of soul stones have been stored, and Zhao Haoran is a little lucky, otherwise he would have been unable to support it.

There is no way to meditate and recover here. The aura of heaven and earth is scarce. What's more terrible is that danger is buried everywhere, which is likely to threaten life if you are not careful.

It doesn't seem to work if he stays in a place for a long time. Zhao Haoran has tried to stay in a fixed place and no longer move. What brought him is a large number of unknown spirit beasts, including many spirit beasts with the cultivation of Japanese soul. Fortunately, their wisdom is not high, otherwise Zhao Haoran will definitely be able to escape this disaster.

With a lesson, Zhao Haoran no longer dares to stop. He can only blindly rush in this fog. The ground here is so hard that the earth escape can't be used. Any trace he wants to leave will be worn away in a short time, and there is no trace to follow.

The way to make a mark also failed, and Zhao Haoran was forced to move forward roughly in one direction.

No matter how big the fog is, there is always an end. With such a belief, Zhao Haoran's heart is rockish and unwavering. There are still many things outside that have not been done well. How can he be trapped in such a damn place all his life?

After walking for more than a month, Zhao Haoran finally figured out some rules. It seemed that powerful spirit beasts appeared at a specific time, and the fog could not distinguish between day and night. Zhao Haoran roughly calculated the time according to the appearance of the powerful spirit beast.

A day here is equivalent to three days outside, one-third of which is the time for powerful spirit beasts to come out to move, and the remaining two-thirds of the time are seen as spirit beasts without threat.

It's okay not to sleep, but Zhao Haoran has been in a highly tense state for more than a month. After groping out these rules, Zhao Haoran's forward speed also followed this rule.

Two-thirds of the time can move forward boldly without hesitation, and there is no need to explore. Even if there are spirit beasts, they are small fish and shrimps, which are vulnerable, while the other third of the time is slowly moving forward, about 500 miles a day.

This has at least traveled tens of thousands of miles in this fog, but there is still no change here.

There are no plants in the fog, and they are empty everywhere. Only the spirit beasts that occasionally pop out can brighten Zhao Haoran's eyes. I'm afraid that only the soul can bear the loneliness of not being in contact with people for a long time.

Although mortals envy the soul and are called immortals, only they know the pain.

The weak soul can't even control life and death in their own hands. In such a world, strength is the basis for speaking. Without strength, there is no weight at all.

Zhao Haoran clenched his fist. I wanted to go out, and let those who hurt Haiya have a proper lesson. More than ten years have passed, Zhao Jiazhuang's hatred is still not guaranteed. Although he doesn't mention it, the hatred for the Lishan faction in his heart can't be known to others at all.

The soul ring is now in his own hands. Zhao Haoran often takes it out and has a look. No matter what method is used, it can't make the soul ring change at all. Zhao Haoran has tried the soul power and the power of the moon, and finally came to a conclusion: this soul ring can never be destroyed by his strength, and it is compatible with all kinds of Soul power.

He shook his head helplessly. Zhao Haoran couldn't figure out what the effect of the soul ring that made Emperor Shitian and the Lishan faction greedy for. Unfortunately, he couldn't find Shura in white now. Maybe he knew something about it.

The treasure of the empty door?

Zhao Haoran won't believe anything now. This statement has no basis. Maybe it's just Sima Feng's words to deceive Blood Rasha, and he conveyed it to himself.

How can the illusory treasure touch the hearts of so many people? Is it possible that it has something to do with artifacts?

"Hung"

There was a violent vibration in front of his chest, and Zhao Haoran took out a folding fan doubtfully.

This was put together in Lanhaizong and Dayan's fire. There is no aura fluctuation on it, which is certainly not a magic weapon, but the material is special, and human bones have turned into ashes, and it is still intact. Although it is a little dilapidated, Zhao Haoran put it away in curiosity.

I have long forgotten that there is such a thing on me, but I didn't expect it to have an unusual effect in this fog.

The red light on the folding fan shines, as if to get rid of Zhao Haoran's palm control.

What does this mean? Zhao Haoran is a little puzzled, but it is certain that there must be something unusual around here, otherwise the folding fan could not suddenly have a strange movement.

Dare not dare to stay in place, Zhao Haoran can only walk forward as usual, but within a range of more than ten feet, the folding fan returned to its normal state and there was no reaction at all.

Zhao Haoran had no choice but to turn back, and the folding fan became bigger and bigger as he walked.

There is a play!

Zhao Haoran was happy and thought about it for a long time. Finally, he found the direction. Following the beating of the folding fan, Zhao Haoran was full of expectations and did not know what he would face.

Although the folding fan has no aura, it is much more energetic than a treasure at this time. It seems that it wants to take off Zhao Haoran's palm.

In the fog, if the folding fan really finds its own direction, Zhao Haoran can't catch up at all. The soul power fluctuates. Zhao Haoran controls the folding fan while moving in the expected direction.

I can't catch it!

Zhao Haoran's hand suddenly loosened, and his whole hand became red. If he was forcibly suppressed again, his hand might be invalidated. This folding fan did not seem as simple as he thought.

Acceleration, Zhao Haoran can't take care of the activity time of the powerful spirit beast now. If he really can't keep up with the folding fan, there is really no chance.

The folding fan is now the only light that Zhao Haoran can catch. Fortunately, although the speed of the folding fan is fast, it does not exceed the range that Zhao Haoran can bear.

You don't need to wear the cloud shuttle, and you can still easily keep up. Strangely, those powerful spirit beasts that appear from time to time have no reaction at this time, as if they are silent.

The appearance of a folding fan is like a person who saw a relative he had not seen for a long time and ran away excitedly. Zhao Haoran suddenly had such a feeling that perhaps the folding fan was inextricably related to the person who died in Lanhai Sect.

One day and one night, the speed of folding fans finally slowed down.

Zhao Haoran was overjoyed. Maybe he really found a way out, and the unstoppable fog was finally no longer the only scene.

A tall and towering mountain appeared in front of Zhao Haoran. The whole mountain has five branches, high and low, very similar to five fingers of people, but it is countless times bigger.

raised his head, and the middle finger could not see Ding at all. It seemed to withstand the infinitely high sky, which was very terrible. Zhao Haoran's consciousness was invalid, but his vision was excellent. Now he can't see the top, indicating that the mountain is indeed high to a certain extent.

The folding fan seemed to be a little hesitant. Zhao Haoran followed and wanted to grab it, but a red light appeared on it, which shocked him.

A fire aura suddenly appeared on the folding fan, and it was more powerful than any flame Zhao Haoran knew. He could feel that even the Brahma god fire was not as good as it. If he would definitely return to his soul at a touch, it could be seen that the fire was powerful.

Stimulated by Zhao Haoran, the folding fan seemed to have made up his mind and rushed straight to the highest mountain in the middle.

A long line was pulled behind him, and the shining fire could not dissipate for a long time. Zhao Haoran stared at what would happen under this collision.