Chapter 253 The Mysterious World

Han Feng's breath is constantly getting stronger, but the blood crystal still sticks to his hands tightly and does not look relaxed at all. The magnificent power is like sticky magma. The river of the breaching levee is endlessly pouring into his bad body. At this moment, Han Feng's eyes are closed tightly and has entered a fixed state... The golden glow around his body, strong breath, makes people change color...

"The initial situation of gathering gas."

"Gas Concentration"

"Gas Congment Congance"

Han Feng's breath has soared, and the improvement of the realm is like a scale on a thermometer. In a blink of an eye, he has entered the realm of gathering gas from the realm of scattered flowers, and then soared rapidly. In a blink of an eye, he has crossed three realms. If a martial arts strong man sees Han Feng's practice at this time, I'm afraid he will be scared to death. The difficulty of improving the realm of Taoist martial arts is like taking gold from the fire, looking for a needle in a haystack, especially the higher the upper level, the more difficult it is. At every step, personal talent, opportunity, and even some kind of luck are indispensable...

Han Feng's progress is indeed too luxurious. You should know that at this moment, he has Buddha magic beads and two yuan beads, and his own spiritual power is very amazing. In addition, the blood crystals he encounter now are not ordinary blood crystals, but tens of thousands of years of accumulation. The countless dragon spirits are the monsters that protect it, no This blood crystal is so weird that it actually killed all the monsters that guarded it, and then absorbed their aura... In this way, it is naturally not small...

Han Feng's hard work in practice is not comparable to ordinary people, and the boundless pain he suffered in the ancestral tripod has made him have great perseverance and wisdom. Finally, the most important thing is the black futon sitting under his buttocks, which is not an ordinary treasure. Naturally, he will have to give it in the future...

Strangely, when Han Feng's realm reached the state of the perfection of gas gathering, he slowly fell back and finally fixed on the realm of the initial state of gas gathering, but his breath was violent and powerful... This is Han Feng's great perseverance to suppress his realm. He knew that if it appeared If you don't do solid work, I'm afraid the road will be more difficult to go... This is very valuable. You should know that people have a mentality that people are not enough to swallow elephants. They can't wait that the higher their skills are, the better. How can they be willing to lower their realm... Therefore, you can also see Han Feng's great wisdom and strength. I can't stand it...

This naturally has something to do with Han Feng's spiritual realm. At this moment, his spiritual world is half seawater, half flame, half hell, and half heaven... His face keeps changing between red and black, sometimes like an old monk, kind, like a living Buddha, and sometimes like the most horrible warcraft in the world. Full of ferocity and ferocity... This is just like Han Feng's struggle...

Han Feng has never had such a feeling, and his world has entered a mysterious realm. Obviously, it was the consequence of the out-of-body just now... Endless nothingness, this is the emotion from Han Feng's heart. The end of the left hand is boundless darkness, which is a pure black without a trace of light overflowing. The end of the right hand is an endless sea of blood, which is a real red, like the thickest blood... A completely different boundary is formed between the two. Of course, that dividing line is not drawn straight. , but a kind of jagged, like the teeth of Warcraft, biting together very regularly... As if to the end of time, it existed forever... And Han Feng sat cross-legged at the center of the two...

Where is this? Although Han Feng's eyes were closed, all these visions were reflected in his sea of knowledge, even more clearly than what he saw with his own eyes... Han Feng tried to test his consciousness into the bloody world on his left hand side, with a bang, and a kind of violent violence surrounded his whole earth, and countless violent negative emotions made his brain The sea is full of devouring and tyranny. He has a desire to destroy the world. At this moment, Han Feng's face is full of ferocity, and his eyes suddenly opened. It is a boundless blood and burning desire, like a demon returning to the world from hell. The blood in his eyes turned into an entity in an instant, hundreds of feet A distant boulder was actually melted by the blood light of his eyes... The energy in the blood crystal accelerated into his body at this time... At this moment, the red side of the Buddha magic bead in the Dantian of Han Fengzifu became extremely enchanting and devoured many yuan power absorbed...

Han Feng's fist was clenched unconsciously, and the skin on his arm was like a cyan strange snake. You could see the faint flow of blood inside. Just as he was about to be filled with countless violence and cruelty, the black futon sitting under Han Feng's buttocks suddenly emitted a faint purple glow, and the purple light wrapped Han Feng Wrapped, like enlightenment, Han Feng woke up from the endless violence, like a strong force pulling it back from the hell that was about to be roasted...

The purple light slowly disappeared. Although Han Feng's eyes were full of horror, there seemed to be a power in the dark, allowing him to mobilize his consciousness to carefully explore the black world... The mysterious attraction to Han Feng exceeded the power of danger and pain.

This is an incomparable peace. Han Feng felt that the pain in his body was washed away, and the ferociousness and violence on his face gradually disappeared... He seemed to sleep in an eternal world. Although his body was full of pain, his heart was sweet. I don't know when, Han Feng's face There is already a Taoist monk, with a muscular skin color like wood and stone, but at this moment, the countless gaps around him are dripping with blood... It is extremely discordant with the expression on his face... If there is no external force to wake up, I'm afraid that Han Feng will sleep forever and have been stiff... Han Feng didn't look at it. The blood crystal touched by his hands is rushing towards his body at an unbelievable speed... The black part of the Buddha magic beads in his body emits a dark light and endlessly devours the power in the blood crystal... I don't know when the blood color of the blood crystal has faded a lot...< /P>

At this time, Han Feng could not stop leaving the black eternal world. Fortunately, the black futon under his buttocks once again emitted a purple light, covering Han Feng. Finally, he returned to the original point where he stood. At this moment, his eyes were full of incredible shock, and he felt peaceful strength. Although the amount is warm, it is extremely terrible. What is this? Yes, it is a kind of loneliness, unspeakable loneliness, which makes people throw away everything, endure everything, but are willing to bear it... And this is not what Han Feng wanted. He knew in his heart that this was not the true nature of life... At least, it is still difficult for him to understand the truth now... Han Feng was about to taste the strange trip just now, and a strange sound suddenly came from the depths of his heart... It was like a long-old meditation...

Han Feng can't describe what kind of sound it was. His spiritual power suddenly left the strange world and returned to his own sea of purple mansion. Han Feng's eyes were full of shock... All this was like a surprise, but it made him extremely amazing. ... What exactly did you experience just now? It was the incomparable pain and the critical point close to death, which made it enter the Buddha's magic beads by chance and see a world that has never appeared... However, before it has been carefully understood, it has left there, but Han Feng has benefited a lot. ......

A layer of water-like brilliance bathed Han Feng in, which was emitted from Han Feng's body, like washing...

Han Feng opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were full of shock. I don't know when his hands had left the blood crystal. And the extremely enchanting blood glory of the blood crystal has disappeared, showing a faint cyan... However, Han Feng in the cyan can feel a faint energy fluctuation, and he can feel that the power contained in it has disappeared...

When his heart moved, Han Feng waved his hand and sent out a strong suction. The cyan stone fell from the stone wall, turned into a streamer, and fell into Han Feng's hand in an instant... What is this? A trace of doubt flashed in Han Feng's eyes. It is neither gold nor jade nor iron... It is made of a material that Han Feng has never seen before, showing an irregular shape. It is said to be cyan, but it is rather a kind of light green, but Han Feng can feel a strange energy from the strange stone... For a moment, Han Feng put the stone in his bag and had to wait to study it later... Anyway, he was used to this strange thing...

Han Feng turned his head and looked at the world. He should have gone out. His body shook slightly. In an instant, he had gone from the stone wall to the bottom of the blue stone... Just as he was about to turn around and leave, but with a blink of his eyes, an idea appeared in his mind. This place is full of aura, especially suitable for practice. Why don't you practice and experience it continuously? Several things made him deeply feel that his cards were not enough, especially when he was controlled by the black beast in the cold pool for thousands of years, which gave him a kind of helpless despair... He really didn't want to experience this feeling that his fate was not in his own hands again...

Now his technique of opening the valley has made great progress. He can support it without food for ten days and a half months. Especially when he just checked the Xumi bag, he found that there were still some elixir in his bag, which was enough to support himself for a while... Han Feng was not retractive. He made up his mind and turned over slightly. There was one more thing in his hand. West...

It is a simple sheepskin note, which is a kind of slightly yellow because of its long time. It is the dragon fist that Han Feng won from the four major gangs on that day. This set of boxing was originally from the beggar gang, but it was just the god of wealth who passed by. They couldn't practice it, so they pushed the boat along the water. , took it as a bet... By chance, it fell into Han Feng's hands...

"I'd like to see what are the mysteries of this dragon boxing." Han Feng secretly said in his heart that the words of the beggar aroused his desire, but he had never had time to take it out to practice... Now he is taking this opportunity to explore...

A trace of heat emerged from the depths of Han Feng's eyes... Han Feng finally opened such a simple sheepskin note and looked carefully for fear of missing every detail, but the doubt immediately filled his eyes...