Over time.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Shen Feng recovered a lot of strength in his body.

He refocused his gaze on the broken plaque, which at first glance did not appear to have changed.

Take a closer look.

In the lower right corner of the front of the plaque, a very small pattern appears that looks like a miniature version of the Celestial Nighthawk.

Shen Feng stretched out his right arm and pressed his fingers on the pattern, trying to penetrate it with his aura.

Soon.

From this pattern, he felt a soul fluctuation, could it be that this was the soul of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk?

Shen Feng was puzzled in his mind, and after he restored his strength to its peak, he barely carried the plaque on his shoulder again.

Then, he quickly injected the aura into the plaque and concentrated the aura towards the pattern.

With all his might, he waved the plaque forward.

In addition to the whistling sound in the air, the entire plaque shook violently, and from the extremely small pattern in the corner, the power of the rolling divine soul erupted, forming layers of rippling ripples.

"Boom".

The huge Heavenly Blood Nighthawk Soul rushed out of the plaque and stopped steadily in front of Shen Feng.

Now only the soul of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk, although it has lost its physical body, its combat power has not weakened too much, and terrifying energy fluctuations are emanating from the soul.

However, after the suppression of the broken plaque, the soul of the Blood Nighthawk at this moment looked extremely respectful in front of Shen Feng, and it should have completely obeyed his orders.

Shen Feng tried to order the soul of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk to re-enter the plaque.

The next second.

The soul of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk rushed towards the plaque, without any effect on Shen Feng, and after touching the plaque, its soul quickly shrank in the blink of an eye, and finally changed back into the tiny pattern on the plaque.

With the wave of the plaque this time, the power in Shen Feng's body was undoubtedly consumed again.

He could only sit cross-legged on the ground again to recover, but he was sure that this broken plaque had the effect of collecting souls.

It should be possible to collect the souls of the dead monsters.

All the souls that were included in the broken plaque should be able to be used by Shen Feng in the future.

Next.

Shen Feng regained his strength several times in succession, and after each recovery, he would explore the broken plaque.

Until the sky is cloudy.

He finally stopped exploring, and he was sure that this plaque really only had a suppressive effect on the demon beasts.

However, the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk Soul that is now in the plaque can be used to attack the Terran monks in the course of the battle.

Besides.

Although this plaque is made of wood, its hardness is beyond imagination, if it is only relatively hard, then it is far beyond the strongest immortal weapon in the Middle Realm.

After the power in his body was filled again, Shen Feng continuously injected the spiritual energy into the plaque, thinking about "shrinking" in his heart, and in an instant, the plaque became the size of a child's palm.

Shen Feng put this plaque close to his body, and in order to adapt to the gravity of the plaque as soon as possible, he had to keep it on his body at all times.

Most of the power in the body, all concentrated on the shrunken plaque.

With such a huge gravity burden, it was also a cultivation method for Shen Feng, and he couldn't even fly in the sky at the moment.

If he could still explode his speed and power to the original level with this shrunken plaque, then his speed and strength would definitely increase dramatically after taking the plaque off.

Think of it as an asceticism!

It took Shen Feng a long time before he crawled out of the pit, his whole body soaked with sweat that kept pouring out.

Walking on flat ground, with each step, a deep paw print will form on the ground, and it seems that it is not so easy to adapt to the weight of this plaque.

The Storm Demon Tiger had been lying beside Shen Feng all the time, while the headless corpse of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk was lying quietly on the ground.

Shen Feng didn't use the black dots to restore the energy of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk before his death, the black dots under his eyes were getting more and more weird, it was better to absorb some more spirit stones to improve his cultivation, which was much safer.

After a few hours of walking on flat ground.

Shen Feng could barely do it, and every step he took left only a shallow footprint on the ground.

He sat cross-legged on the ground again to regain his strength, the sweat quickly evaporated under the action of the aura, and his wet clothes were becoming dry.

At this time.

Distance.

The old drunkard, who had a hangover, finally opened his eyes slowly, and did not use his own strength to resist, it stands to reason that he will be a little dizzy after waking up.

But he feels refreshed now, in his sleep last night, he recalled all the things, many knots in his heart, under this memory, naturally untied, he has a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and his mood has obviously been greatly improved.

The old drunkard was in a very good mood and looked around.

Mu Hongyao, Mu Xiaonan, Hua Lingfei and others also woke up in turn, they felt similar to the old drunkard, and there was an indescribable comfort in their hearts.

This drunken dream is really a peerless wine!

The eyes of the old drunkard and the others involuntarily looked at Shen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, and at the same time, they also noticed the corpse of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk.

Their figures instantly came to the side of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk, and after the old drunkard felt it carefully, he couldn't help but say: "This Heavenly Blood Nighthawk has definitely reached the level of the Seven Star Immortal Emperor when he was alive. ”

Mu Hongyao, Mu Ruoshui and others were stunned.

The old drunkards were very aware of the various characteristics of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk.

This kind of monster beast is very difficult to deal with.

Before, when Shen Feng and Mu Hongyao were fighting, they showed the combat power of the six-star Immortal Emperor.

With Shen Feng's combat power, even if he used that kind of nine-star immortal technique, it would not be easy to kill the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk.

But right now.

There was no drastic damage around it, and the entire head of the Heavenly Blood Nighthawk was directly exploded.

It seems that in the initial move, this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk died directly in the hands of Shen Feng.

After all, this is a Seven-Star Immortal Emperor-level Heavenly Blood Night Eagle! A demon beast of this strength, looking at the entire Middle Realm, also belongs to the powerhouse at the top.

The eyes of the old drunkard, Mu Hongyao and the others instantly fixed on Shen Feng, and they were shocked by Shen Feng again and again.

"Brother, was this Heavenly Blood Nighthawk killed by you?" the old drunkard couldn't help but ask.

Shen Feng didn't have the need to hide it, nodded and said, "I killed him." ”

However, about the mysterious and broken plaque, he didn't plan to tell the old drunkard and others that everyone has their own secrets.

Moreover, the origin of this broken plaque is extremely mysterious.

Instead, Shen Feng said again: "Brother, can you draw me all the locations of all the abandoned ore veins in the entire Middle Realm?"

Now that the spirit wine has also been brewed, and the old drunkard and others have also woken up, he plans to leave here and continue to break through the cultivation.

Destroying the demon Zhao family as soon as possible is the thing he wants to accomplish most at the moment.