"Whew......"

However, to Han Feng's surprise, this sword actually turned against him and slashed directly at him, wrapped in majestic power, with a great potential to split everything.

Han Feng's face changed, but he still didn't withdraw that part of his consciousness, but took out a machete that was also a half-step psychic level, and with a sharp sound, it was blocked, and the flames were splashing.

The sword was knocked back, but it spun upside down in the air and flew down again, more powerful, as if it were controlled by an invisible hand, bursting with power far beyond itself.

Han Feng was not afraid, stood firm, and kept blocking with his sword, without the slightest intention of backing down.

"Dangdangdang......"

A series of dense sounds stirred up, setting off endless waves of air, filling the space hundreds of feet away, like a hurricane submerging the surrounding tombstones.

But they did not move, and were not damaged in the slightest, but let them shine with a faint light.

That sword persevered, and Han Feng was also stubborn, just to fight it to the end.

As time passed, he gradually realized that the power of this sword actually came from himself, because his hand was still attached to the tombstone, and it was still infused with mana.

But he had to do this, as long as he removed the mana infusion, the inscription would disappear immediately, and perhaps the dark space would also disappear, and he would not be able to explore it.

When another quarter of an hour passed, his soul power inside that dark space increased instead of decreasing, as if it had been polished, as if it had been reborn and became shining.

This part of his mind continued to search for the source of the shout, but to no avail.

He realized that the real cry for help was not in that dark space, but in the tombstone.

He was thinking about how to get into the inside of the tombstone, but no matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail, and the tombstone had a special force to block it.

What's more, at this moment, his mana is still infusing it, and it is even more impossible to break it.

The other party is the spear of the son with the shield of the son!

How can this be cracked!

"Unless I expose my strength and break it with brute force!" Han Feng thought secretly in his heart.

Naturally, he couldn't take this risk, who knew if that Lin Fairy was snooping in secret, if she knew, he couldn't kill it.

"When ......"

At the right moment, the sword slashed again, colliding violently with his machete.

Han Feng pondered for a while, then suddenly withdrew his soul power, withdrew from the dark space, and then withdrew the infusion of mana.

It's just that at the moment when he withdrew his mana, this tombstone seemed to suck his right hand like a psychic, but it didn't succeed, and he suddenly broke free.

But the sword didn't stop immediately, it was still attacking him, and Han Feng reached out and grabbed it, grabbed its hilt like lightning, and suddenly the mana entered its interior, and after a few breaths, it was refined.

He examined it carefully, and there was nothing abnormal about this half-step psychic level sword, so he put it in the storage ring.

It's just that his heart is full of doubts, who made that cry for help.

He looked at the tombstone and thought to himself, "Could it be that a tombstone really represents a dead person, and his ghost is still there, so there is such a situation?"

He quickly dismissed the ghost's idea, there was definitely a secret here.

Han Feng decided to go back to the central area to see how the rest of the people were doing, and if they had the same problem, he could join them to break down these tombstones.

He walked fast, and it didn't take long for him to make his way around thousands of tombstones and back to the central area.

However, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from not far ahead, as if it was heartbreaking.

Han Feng's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly ran over.

It turned out to be the oily-haired Yuan Hong, and I saw that his hands were attached to a three-zhang tombstone, which made people feel like he was going to hold it.

His face was extremely ugly, pale as paper, and it was obviously a sign of excessive mana consumption.

"Brother Ge, you're here, hurry, save me!" he glanced over, saw Han Feng, and shouted immediately.

"What's going on?" Han Feng didn't rush forward, and asked from afar.

"This tombstone is strange, I infused it with mana with both hands, and now I can't get rid of it, as if I was sucked by it, if I continue like this, I will become a dry corpse!" Yuan Hong hurriedly explained.

Han Feng thought about it seriously, most likely this guy was greedy, first of all, he had to choose such a large tombstone, and secondly, he also put two hands on it, he didn't have any sense of defense, wouldn't he deserve it.

Of course, having said that, there is weirdness everywhere here, and it is normal for him to have this catastrophe.

"Brother Ge, why are you still stunned, hurry up and save me!" Yuan Hong said eagerly.

"According to what you say, I don't know how to save you!" Han Feng frowned and said loudly.

"You attack this tombstone and blow it up!" said Yuan Hong angrily.

Han Feng thought for a while, and he could only do so, and immediately took out the half-step psychic-level machete, and slashed at this big tombstone in the air, the sword light was like a tide, and even such a solid void here was violently distorted, and the power was so great that it could be seen, but it had no effect when it fell on this big tombstone.

Han Feng was stunned, Yuan Hong was anxious, and the two didn't know what to do.

"Brother Ge, you come behind my back, help me, and I will break free from its adsorption myself!" Yuan Hong thought for a while and hurriedly said.

"I'd better call someone over, maybe Fairy Lin will have a way. Han Feng didn't agree to his request, walked around, and quickly walked towards the gate-like tombstone.

Han Feng is not a fool, in this case, how can he easily approach him, in case he also absorbs the tombstone, it will be bad.

Even if he can escape in the end, he will inevitably reveal his true strength.

Yuan Hong shouted a few times, but he couldn't make Han Feng stop.

"Then hurry up, I won't be able to hold on!" Yuan Hong had no choice but to say.

Han Feng's footsteps were like flying, and after more than ten breaths, he successfully returned to the tombstone like this gate.

I saw that the Lin Fairy was still over there to contemplate, but he had already withdrawn his jade hand and stood quietly aside, silently thinking about countermeasures.

"I've seen Fairy Lin!" Han Feng stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

Fairy Lin raised her eyes and swept him, and said with a little surprise: "Why did you run back?

Han Feng smiled slightly, and skimmed over with a word: "I didn't find a suitable one!"

Subsequently, he did not hide it, and truthfully reported the matter of Yuan Hong's distress.