Han Feng no longer hesitated, and began to devote himself to the cultivation of this exercise, exuding soul power from time to time to practice, and the colorful light flickered, attracting spiritual energy, ups and downs.

Time flies, and more than half a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

He has a deeper understanding of the Nine Refining Mystery Technique, but he has not yet mastered the trick of it, let alone pulling the remaining souls between heaven and earth out, even if his soul power spontaneous combustion method has not yet been entered.

This kind of spontaneous combustion of soul power is different from self-destruction in the past, after all, after spontaneous combustion, it needs to be transformed into a strange power with dense runes through a special seal, so as to hook the remnants of heaven and earth to come out.

He took a deep breath and silently calmed down, knowing that if he was in a hurry, he would be self-defeating and harder to succeed.

He calmed down and continued to study this exercise painstakingly, and time passed little by little, and before he knew it, another three years had passed.

During this period, he not only studied the Nine Refining Mystery Techniques, but also referred to various books, and even used the parchment scroll to compare and study the contents of its purple halo.

I have to say that the parchment scroll is more mysterious and unpredictable, and the more you go to the back, the more refreshing the content becomes, and you also have an opinion on soul cultivation that makes people feel like an initiation.

His eyebrows lit up slightly, and a cloud of colorful brilliance erupted, slowly turning into a rune, like a palm, and there were lines on the surface, shining brightly.

In an instant, the sigil ignited spontaneously without warning, emitting a brilliant blue flame that spread in all directions as soft as water.

The magic technique in Han Feng's hand continued to change, causing the blue flame of this sigil to merge into the mountains and the void, as if it was constantly searching for something, buzzing and vibrating.

His soul power poured into the sigil endlessly, maintaining its spontaneous combustion, and the blue flame burned brighter and brighter, as if he was searching the heavens and the earth, causing a huge fluctuation, and the wind and clouds changed abruptly.

A large amount of heaven and earth aura converged, forming a terrifying scene like a storm, but it did not fall, suspended in the air, covering a radius of nearly thousands of miles, like a giant beast overlooking Han Feng himself.

Han Feng's brows furrowed, his soul power was consumed extremely quickly, even if his soul power cultivation reached the Condensation Bead Realm, he couldn't bear such consumption, it was like a river bursting its banks, surging out, all of them were swallowed by that mysterious rune, transformed into a special blue flame, and filled the entire world.

The aura in the sky gathered more and more, and it had become a mist, radiant, lightning and thunder, and a majestic pressure was quietly derived, calming down, making his body shake gently.

It's a pity that he still didn't perceive the existence of the so-called remnant soul, only all kinds of mixed forces filled the heaven and earth, colliding with each other, sparks flying everywhere, and the dazzling was incomparable.

After a stick of incense, Han Feng was still gritting his teeth and persevering, but his soul power had already been consumed by more than half, and even the soul beads had become dim, no longer as dazzling as before.

"No wonder only the soul cultivators of the Condensing Bead Realm can cultivate this technique, this is really a terrible method!" After another cup of tea, Han Feng gradually felt very struggling, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

He continued to insist, even if his soul power was beyond his means at this time, and only three percent were left, he didn't want to give up.

The surrounding clouds are shrouded, full of colors, from time to time burst out of all kinds of strange illusions, birds, beasts, people and demons of the three tribes of monks all appear in the picture, in a vast land of mixed together, all kinds of strange light burst out, the light is bizarre, people feel suffocated.

However, this illusion disappeared in a flash, and the surrounding storm became more violent, radiating three thousand miles in radiation.

Han Feng couldn't understand the scene just now, and at the moment just now, his soul power was rapidly consumed, and in the blink of an eye, there was only one left, and if it continued like this, it was very likely that the origin power of his soul bead would be consumed, and the root would be harmed.

He raised his eyebrows, thinking about whether to stop there, but at this moment, wisps of light green light suddenly emerged from the storm, flying like lightning, and in a breath they merged with the blue flames, as if adding fuel to the fire, instantly making the blue flames more intense, illuminating a large area of the world, attracting more light green light to merge into it.

After a few repetitions, the blue flame expanded to a width of tens of miles, outlining more light green light, and under the continuous iteration, it was only thirty-six breaths, and the aura storm area within a radius of three thousand miles was all overwhelmed by the blue flame.

Han Feng saw hope, but his pressure also increased suddenly, and he had to consume the origin power of the soul bead to hold on to that special sigil so that it would not shatter.

In fact, the sigil was almost untenable, but luckily he gave it a boost in time.

After a while, a large amount of light green light merged into the rune through the special rune path, fused with his own soul power, fed back into his soul sea, and made his soul power quickly recover, and in just a few breaths, it actually reached the level of thirty percent again, which was simply incredible.

What made him feel even more incredible was that his soul power was still recovering at an accelerated pace, and after more than ten breaths, it actually returned to the eighty percent level, which made his heart that had been hanging finally come down.

But then, more mystical power poured into his soul sea, restoring his soul power to its full state in one fell swoop, and it was still replenishing, making him feel pain.

Thirty-six breaths again!

The soul power in his soul sea had doubled, forming a great pressure, and his headache was splitting, but he couldn't control the rune to stop, it was still absorbing those light green rays endlessly, and through a special method, it was transformed into the same source of soul power and replenished into his soul sea, making him miserable.

There was no other better way, Han Feng could only endure the severe pain and begin to expand his territory within the Soul Sea, forcibly improving his soul power cultivation, otherwise he would explode and die sooner or later.

"Click, click, click......"

A strange sound rang out, and the edge of his soul sea was cracking, and the pain penetrated deep into his soul, and even he was trembling all over, and his body was like chaff.

However, the effect is extremely obvious, under the infusion of that majestic power, although there is a feeling of pulling out seedlings, but his ascension is real, just a cup of tea, he successfully broke the barrier, and raised his soul power to the peak state of the Condensing Bead Realm, until he encountered a golden barrier and stopped.

This barrier was like a wall, restricting his soul sea, making it impossible for him to cross the thunder pool.