"What a big breath, are you a little anxious? Your cultivation is only in the early stage of psychic, and you dare to compete with me?" Fairy Lin sneered.

"Hehe, then you wait and see!" The corners of Fang Hanyuan's mouth rose, revealing a confident smile.

As soon as his words fell, he pounced again, and the flying jade spirit sword inspired a dazzling light, conjuring up a light sword several zhang in size, the void collapsed, and slashed towards Fairy Lin.

Fairy Lin was not afraid, sacrificed his psychic sword, turned his hand, and split out a sword light, fighting against it.

"Boom ......"

The violent sound started, the two sword lights were extinguished together, the spatial turbulence shook, and Fairy Lin actually fought a draw with Fang Hanyuan.

At this time, Fang Hanyuan's cultivation had already been raised to the level of the late stage of psychic, and he was no weaker than Fairy Lin.

"You are not Fang Hanyuan himself!" Fairy Lin's eyes flashed, and he said in disbelief.

"Isn't it, is it still important?" Fang Hanyuan laughed, raised his hand and pointed a little, his flying jade spirit sword suddenly became larger, turning into a big sword that was more than six feet long.

As soon as his mind moved, this big sword soared into the air, teleported in an instant, and went behind Han Feng in the next moment, pulling out a long flame of light, as if a giant beast chose to devour people.

Han Feng was still exuding soul power, continuing to attack the inscription, not wanting to give up.

But at this moment, he had to stop, and when he was about to turn around to resist, the ancient rune treasure attached to the tombstone suddenly shot out a blue light, like a barrier, with a loud bang, helping him block Fang Hanyuan's sword.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief and continued to urge his soul power to provide energy to the clones who were trapped in the world of inscriptions.

"With me here, you don't want to touch him!" Fairy Lin held the spirit sword, pointed directly at Fang Hanyuan, and said proudly.

"Well, anyway, with this kid's strength, I won't be able to crack it for a while, so I'll solve you first!" Fang Hanyuan withdrew his gaze from Han Feng, stared at Fairy Lin, and said coldly.

After speaking, he recalled the big sword, the black light on his body flashed, and the human sword was one, turning into a streamer and rushing towards Fairy Lin.

Fairy Lin's hands quickly pinched, and her spirit sword immediately emitted a dazzling light, wrapping it in clusters, merging with it, and also fusing into one, turning into a dazzling sword light that flew out, colliding violently with Fang Hanyuan, and the sky shattered.

Even though the sky and the earth were solid, there were cracks that looked like a mirror was about to shatter from a distance.

The aftermath is majestic and mighty.

Han Feng was unharmed, because that ancient rune treasure was extremely magical, and it had already been firmly protected, no matter how the shock wave raged, it would not be able to harm it.

Han Feng was determined in his heart, and continued to be busy with his own affairs, releasing his soul power with his heart, and how much he could infiltrate the inscription, even if it was.

......

In the world of inscriptions, Han Feng's soul power clone was still flying in all directions, but it was aimless, and he couldn't get out no matter what.

Just when he was full of disappointment, the light of this inscription world suddenly flickered, and thousands of rays of light began to contract, gradually condensing a figure in the central area.

This is an old man, with white hair and hair, but his waist is straight, and his face is square, without many wrinkles.

Han Feng was startled, but he still calmed down, observed silently, and did not act rashly.

"Young man, have you cultivated a special soul power technique? I want to think about it, is it the Nine Refining Mystery Technique?" As soon as the old man spoke, he said words that made Han Feng shudder.

"How do you know?" Han Feng asked in surprise.

"Hehe, because of this ancient exercise, I have also practiced, but unfortunately I have not reached the state of consummation, otherwise I would not have ended up like this!" the old man said slowly.

"Senior, who are you?" Han Feng asked bluntly.

"I'm just a waste!" said the old man, with vicissitudes in his eyes.

"......" Han Feng was speechless, and he really couldn't talk to him.

"It's been a long time, and I haven't spoken to outsiders, so I said a few more nonsense, don't mind, young man. The old man smiled and explained.

"Strictly speaking, I should be a person before antiquity. The old man paused slightly, then continued.

"Aren't people from the ancient times a figure from the primeval era?" Han Feng muttered, his face full of surprise.

Except for saints who can live forever, there is no monk in the world who can escape the erosion of time.

If the other party is an ancient figure, then isn't he a saint?

"I know what you're thinking, I can tell you clearly, I'm not a saint, at most a waste who failed to enter the saint!" the old man glanced at Han Feng and said with a slight smile.

"Failed to enter the saint, then how can you still survive here?" Han Feng said.

"I'm long dead, this is my tomb, it's just the evil spirit sealed in my body, and I have been resurrected again. The old man said slowly.

"What is that thing coming from?" Han Feng was even more confused.

"Actually, he is also a part of me, a spiritual creature derived from my evil thoughts, using my immortal body as nourishment, arranging this cemetery, in order to absorb the flesh and power of others and achieve rebirth!" the old man said the shocking secret.

"Fang Hanyuan was possessed by your evil thoughts?" Han Feng asked.

"Yes, possessed by that demon, to be exact. But that kid is just one of them, in the past few thousand years, there have been countless such puppets, their physical bodies will not last long, at most they can only support ten years, they will fester, and finally be devoured by evil spirits. However, until then, the demon will look for a new puppet and will not leave it without a lodging. The old man explained slowly.

Han Feng understood, thought for a while, and then asked, "Fang Hanyuan, this puppet, has expired?"

"No, he's only been three years, and he's attracted a bunch of people before, and they've all been devoured by evil spirits. The old man said.

"After so many years, how can the strength of the evil spirit lodge on the puppet only be at the psychic level?" Han Feng was puzzled.

"That's because most of the demon's strength is still on my corpse and can't be released. The old man said indifferently, "Moreover, he still has to fight with me, and it is impossible to leave my body, otherwise he will become a tree without roots, water without a source, and he will not be able to survive in the world forever!"

"Then how do we defeat him, we still hope that our predecessors will guide us. Han Feng asked sincerely.

"He is immortal, you cannot defeat him, let alone kill him, I can only send you away, lest you be devoured by him, and increase his strength, and I will be even more passive. The old man sighed helplessly and said slowly.