Chapter 286 Purple Flower Cloth

Countless birds fell densely among the grass, and countless monsters squatted on the ground. A kind of evil spirit suddenly shrouded the space I don't know how far it is. Han Feng and others have a creepy feeling. I'm afraid these birds and beasts rush over, and they don't need to bite, and the pressure will also crush people to death...

At this time, Han Feng suddenly had a strange feeling. His heart told him that there was something strange here... It's just that I can't tell where the fault is...

The aura between heaven and earth makes every hair dance excitedly. But the beads in his body seem to be unwilling to rotate. Even the breathing stopped slowly...

Thinking about it, Han Feng turned his head and found that several women around him were staring at the countless birds and beasts. At this moment, a purple cloud suddenly flew in the blue mirror-like sky. Like a huge cotton wool, it is slowly growing, and in a while, it almost covers the whole sky...

Those birds and beasts suddenly began to cry in an instant, and various voices converged into a pleasant music. It seems to be cheering something... The purple clouds are slowly stretching down. In an instant, all the birds and beasts will be wrapped in...

However, all this did not stop here. After absorbing all the birds and beasts, the endless purple clouds continued to think about Han Feng's side spreading... An indescribable danger surged into Han Feng's heart, which was a very wonderful feeling. He didn't know where the danger came from, but he knew very well that he and others could not be surrounded by the purple clouds...

At this time, he suddenly found in horror that his body could not move. It seems to have become a wood carving clay sculpture... The original force in the body completely solidified and became **, that is, even his eyes could not be rotated for a moment... It seemed that a big hand firmly controlled his body, while several other women seemed to be asleep and turned into wax statues...

The purple clouds permeated like purple fog, and all the birds and beasts in the air roared. At this time, they had completely disappeared, and there was a dead silence in the space, like an early morning tomb...

Looking at it, it is going to swallow the empty body in the front... A smile appeared on Konger's face, as if he yearned for the purple cloud... There is a hazy purple glow emitted from the clouds... At this time, a huge sense of crisis burst out from his purple mansion god sea. Han Fengfu suddenly roared: "Even if you change thousands of times, it is still false, so there is no need to be mysterious..."

When the first word came from Han Feng's chest, Han Feng felt the power imprisoned in his body and seemed to have a soul in an instant. Everything returned to his body, his voice fluttered in the space, and every note turned into a lion's roar. The dead purple clouds began to tremble and slowly rolled up. The instantaneous changes made Han Feng's understanding of his heart clearer...

His voice resounded throughout the air over and over again, and the purple clouds began to slowly shrink and shrink...

"buzz..."

The thick purple light emitted from the clouds, as if there was an extra sun in an instant. Guanghua tried his best to break through the thick fog, as if struggling. Finally, he enveloped Han Feng and the four people in it...

Han Feng felt refreshed. Not only did the lost power return to his body, but he actually improved in an instant. The world in front of him is distorted and changing in his eyes...

Finally, his eyes were black, and his body already existed in another world...

There is a white light flowing down from the top of the head. This is a strange world. Above the head are countless stars, and the faint starlight scattered...

Countless starlight converges into four characters in the air: Qingyang Olympic Room. The stone hole above the head is dozens of feet tall. Stone table, stone stool, stone bowl... Everything is naturally generated...

Han Feng's eyes were deeply surprised. He turned his eyes to several women around him, whose eyes were as shocked as he...

Dongfang's careful eyes bet on him and asked in surprise, "What on earth happened just now?"

Han Feng said with a wry smile, "We have been fooled."

"Have you been fooled?" The three women's voices were full of shock, "Is there anyone here?" The eyes can't help floating around. There is a dead silence here, and there is no breath of life...

"No need to look for it." Han Feng's voice sounded faintly, "Where is it?"

He put his mouth to a purple flower several feet away... Six pairs of eyes involuntarily projected the past...

It's a piece of fabric woven from unknown materials. About a foot round, quietly spread on a huge stone table, like an inconspicuous tablecloth. People can't feel the surging of aura in it...

Dong looked carefully. She turned her doubtful eyes to Han Feng beside her and laughed, "Are you scared? This is an ordinary rag. It costs a few cents outside to buy ten yuan..."

With that, she was about to walk over and pick up the inconspicuous cloth... Han Feng's voice sounded. Now you walk over. If something happens, don't say anything, I have nothing to say...

Dong smiled cautiously and glanced at him with a white eye, but his feet did not move. Although she is not as good as Han Feng, she is very born. She knows in her heart that since Han Feng said so, there is his reason...

Although the other two women did not move, their eyes also showed disbelief... Staring at the purple flower cloth...

Han Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Breaking cloth? I'm afraid that such a rag can't be found in the Xuanhuang Dynasty... The illusion we were in just now is what it did..."

"What?"

The three women spoke in one voice. Although they were ready, there was still a strong shock in their eyes. Han Feng's voice sounded, "Yes, that's it. There's nothing wrong. This stone in the Qingyang Olympic room has become refined. Don't be careless, let alone touch it..." There was a lot more seriousness in his voice. Just now, he controlled his mental power to release his consciousness and glanced around, which almost made him lose his state...

There is a huge formation hidden in this Qingyang Olympic room. Although his spiritual power is strong, when he is released, he can't find the edge of the Qingyang Olympic Room...

Han Feng secretly said in his heart that this Qingyang Olympic Room should be a boundary hidden in the array. However, the realm of this boundary is so advanced that he can't find the mystery in it at all...

Han Feng sighed secretly in his heart. There are people outside, and there is heaven outside. Although I don't know who created this mysterious Qingyang Olympic room, as soon as he came in just now, the mawei he gave him has made his heart full of vigilance...

"There is only one step, one step..."

Han Feng packed his mind and focused on the purple cloth several feet away. He sneered and shouted, "Since I have seen through you, let me show my original form and let Han see..."

After saying that, he stopped talking, holding the purple cloth in his eyes, a faint provocative atmosphere, passing through the past...

Although the women next to him couldn't see any secrets, they saw that he was so attentive, they held their breath and watched his every move.

Half of the tea cup has passed, and the cloth is still quietly spread there without any change. Dongfang sneered carefully and said, "It's ridiculous that it's just a piece of broken flower cloth that makes you fight so much... I'm afraid even if you give it to me, I don't want it..."

Before she finished speaking, a strange look suddenly appeared on her face. Far away from her sight, the inconspicuous flower cloth suddenly moved...

Like someone operating it, the flower cloth slowly moved from the paved stone table, and then shook inch by inch and floated into the air...

"Ghost."

The empty face changed a little. Han Feng sneered and said, "There is no ghost. It's just that this thing has been kept for a long time and has spirituality..."

While talking, the hanging flower cloth was completely displayed in front of everyone. Everyone's eyes were extremely surprised, and they immediately understood...

The purple flower cloth is embroidered with countless rare birds and beasts, dotted with countless strange flowers... They suddenly remembered the extremely strange scene they saw an hour ago...

As soon as his heart moved, Han Feng's fingers moved slightly, and a wisp of extremely small power fluctuated and transmitted in the space. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of the hovering flower cloth, but like a mud cow entering the sea, Han Feng felt that his power was like throwing himself into an extremely vast void without any focus...

"It's a mystery."

Han Feng snorted coldly, and a small white flame slowly appeared between his middle finger, and the surrounding temperature increased a lot in an instant. All three women showed surprise, and everyone could see the great power contained in the small flame in Han Feng's hand...

The empty and surprised voice sounded, "Fu Dao." This is exactly the "flowing fire" in Han Feng's rune...

A strange smile appeared on Han Feng's face, showing his white and neat teeth to the empty space. This little girl has some insight. For the first time, she can see that Han Feng is showing a rune...

Han Feng's fingers popped up gently, and his fingers popped up smooth and gorgeous gestures in the air, and a force came from his fingertips...

"Go."

With the sound, the white flame drew a white light in the air and suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, it had already appeared in front of the purple flower cloth...

Han Feng's rune has made great progress. Although the white flame he emitted is small, it is an extremely pure fire element. In the Taoist name, it is the true fire of Samadhi...

At this time, the purple cloth suddenly moved...