"Bang Bang Bang ......"

A dull sound rang out, and the two sides were fighting, but it was not as fierce as imagined, everything was deliberately arranged by Han Feng, and it was just constantly defusing the magma giant's attack.

But in this process, Han Feng didn't do anything else, wisps of ethereal soul power escaped, and they disappeared into the other party's body like spring rain moisturizing things, making it not feel the slightest.

Although the runes in its body immediately lit up, trying to block Han Feng's soul power.

But at this moment, Han Feng's soul power turned into wisps of runic light in the blink of an eye, fusing with his rune patterns, and soon they were indistinguishable from each other.

It didn't take long for the magma giant's body to slowly become controlled by Han Feng, no longer blocking the way, and escorting the rune path he wrote, continuing to move forward.

There was also a large magma flow in the back area, which also condensed a giant.

Han Feng was slightly startled, and without saying a word, he immediately controlled the previous magma giant to rush over and block it, while his soul power wandered around the outer area, waiting for an opportunity to move.

In a short time, he did the same, and successfully controlled the magma giant, guarding his rune path like two mountain gods.

After a short distance, a third giant emerged and blocked his way.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows and ordered the first two magma giants to block each other.

In a short time, he successfully subdued the third magma giant and crossed the area, and after a while, he finally reached the end of the spirit rune.

It was a circular altar-like existence, hundreds of zhang high, and thousands of zhang wide.

The rune path he wrote spread to that side, and immediately lit it up, and the three magma giants were shocked, walked around the altar on their own, stretched out their hands and pressed down, and a majestic rune power rippled out, filling the entire spirit rune world.

From the outside, the purple rune paper is shining throughout, and the vast aura gathers and pours into it, endlessly, as if it does not stop.

Han Feng's soul power had already withdrawn from it, and looking at this scene, he was also full of emotion, a spirit rune could hold such a huge amount of spiritual energy, no wonder the power was not bad, even if it was an ordinary psychic realm monk, if the spirit rune was sneak attacked, he would have to suffer heavy damage.

Of course, this is only a low-grade spirit rune, if it is a higher-level spirit rune, the power will be even greater, even if it is Han Feng himself, he has to be careful.

After the work of the half-pillar incense, this spirit rune stopped absorbing the aura of the outside world, and the light converged, revealing a talisman with flashing spiritual power, its surface was full of lines, dense, and faintly there was a starlight shining.

The Three Mountains of Fire Talisman, Cheng!

Han Feng didn't study it too much, and after a few glances, he put it in the storage ring.

Next, he continued to draw this flame three mountain talisman, although it was only a low-grade spirit talisman, but it still needed a lot of practice, and it was necessary to ensure a 100% success rate.

Moreover, in the process of drawing spirit runes, it is also a kind of exercise of his soul power, which can make his ability to use soul power to a higher level.

Time is like an arrow, and time is like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed, and Han Feng had refined a large stack of spirit runes, almost using up all the purple rune papers he had stored.

This time, unlike in the past, he found that he was the deity who entered this mysterious little world, which was very convenient, not only able to condense soul power, but also to cultivate mana, and even the tempering of flesh and blood power did not fall, which was extremely comfortable.

In the past ten years, he is not only drawing spirit runes, but also studying the technique of the Five Elements Rune Seal, further compressing its size, and now it has turned the black fire seal into a bead that is only one inch and nine minutes in size, although it is only one point smaller than in the past, but the power emitted is three times larger, making the void of this heaven and earth roar, lightning and thunder, and spatial cracks are presented, which is amazing.

It's not that he didn't want to compress it any further, but the resistance was too great, and once he let it explode on its own, setting off a huge mushroom cloud, sweeping hundreds of miles in a radius, razing thousands of mountains to the ground, even his body was shaken open, and the blood and qi in his body surged, but he quickly calmed down and didn't really suffer any damage.

Han Feng was a little surprised by the power of this sealing method, it seemed that it still had great potential, and he had to continue to dig into it.

He took out the parchment scroll and studied it again, and with the great increase in his soul power, he had a new understanding, and he was full of joy and immersed in it with great joy.

There is no day or night here, but Han Feng still knows that he has studied for seven days and seven nights, and he has indeed gained a lot, but he still can't understand the mystery.

He settled down, stroked the parchment scroll, and his heart moved slightly.

The material of this parchment roll is very special, and he rubbed it vigorously in his early years, but there is no sign of damage.

Now his curiosity aroused, and he concocted it again, but it did not work, and as soon as he let go of his big hand, it returned to its original state, and there was not even a trace of wrinkles.

He pondered for a while, and suddenly released his soul power to seep into it.

In the past, he had done this before, but it didn't have any effect, and this time it was the same, his soul power didn't enter it, and it quickly penetrated through it, leaving no trace.

At this moment, the parchment scroll suddenly moved on its own, and a hazy and soft purple light flashed, and it suddenly began to absorb his soul power in a big way.

Han Feng was shocked, but he stabilized his mind and did not immediately cut off the supply of soul power, but carefully comprehended the changes.

He sensed that there was a vast space inside the parchment scroll, where various forces were intertwined, criss-crossed, but hidden but not revealed.

He tried to comprehend the mystery, but as soon as his consciousness penetrated into it, he became dizzy, as if he were drunk, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't dare to hold on any longer, and quickly pulled out of his consciousness, feeling afraid for a while.

However, he didn't retract his soul power, and let the parchment tome devour it, causing it to glow brighter and brighter purple.

Time passed little by little, and after three hours, the parchment scroll finally stopped absorbing Han Feng's soul power, and a psychedelic purple halo floated in the air, starlight, beautiful.

Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, even if his soul power was majestic, he couldn't resist the other party devouring it like this, and at this moment, there was only about thirty percent of his soul power left in his soul sea, if the other party continued to devour, he had to pause, and he couldn't put himself in it.

He stared at the purple halo and was about to comprehend its secrets, when the starlight within it began to flow, combining into small characters, dense and vast as a sea of smoke.