This vast and boundless spiritual space is no different from a set of inexhaustible feasts for Bu Feng at this moment. If he is willing to use the fighting spirit and other mental waves accumulated here, he will definitely be able to expand his mental sea To an absolutely terrifying level, and at that time, if it is purely based on the accumulation of spiritual power, there must be few opponents in the world. However, after experiencing two rebirths, especially under the influence of the Tianxin Chain, he also experienced a more mysterious At the subtle level, Bu Feng now has a brand-new understanding of power. He knows that if he can enter the next subtle level, as long as there is a very small amount of energy, it is already comparable to what all the energy here can play. The gap between levels cannot be made up by quantity at all, so after slightly filling the sea of nerves for a while, he stopped the devouring power of the ring, stroked the ring lightly, and his perception of the level became clearer in his heart.
At this time, the storm that spanned hundreds of miles around Bu Feng had begun to weaken and disappear.
On the periphery of the storm, the man in the robe sensed the change of the mental storm. He looked at the point in the center through the long red vortex. Things are weird and difficult to understand, and it's really dangerous, Man'er, you should go back first!"
It turned out that the purple-haired woman turned out to be Aman. Aman looked at her grandfather, and the corner of her mouth twitched, she was about to act like a baby. She didn't want to miss such an interesting event.
However, the eyes of the robed man suddenly flashed a strong divine light. Under the shining gaze, Oman was startled, knowing that this was not the time to be coquettish, and also knew that he could not tolerate his willfulness, so he stuck out his tongue, Unhappily nodded.
The man in the robe naturally knew what Aman was thinking, he smiled helplessly, nodded, and stopped talking.
The fingers of both hands are crossed, the fingertips slide, and the mental fluctuations promote several strange rhythms to intersect and combine together, and then a tiny space door appears in the mental protection he has set up.
Oman looked at the robed man reluctantly, and then his figure flashed, turning into a green light and drilling out from the space channel, which disappeared immediately.
The man in the robe watched Aman walk out of the space passage, and he felt relieved, so he dispersed the spiritual protection circle, turned around and threw it towards the center of the red vortex, and the red light was slid away by the brown robe outside his body. cannot be touched.
He looked at the white luster of the distant sky, his eyes showed uncontrollable excitement.
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Bu Feng's figure flashed across the air and flew towards the original space passage, but he didn't find the space passage that could last for a long time. His heart moved, and it suddenly dawned on him that maybe it was the mental storm just now. The impact of the attack must have destroyed the structure of the space door. At this moment, he thought that the mental storm just now was still shaking.
Although he didn't find the space passage, he found the three old men of Hundin dozens of miles behind the original space passage.
At this moment, the three old men were dancing exaggeratedly, and each of them was holding some old metal in their hands, which could be vaguely seen to be weapons, but the domineering fluctuations in the movement But the murderous intent is declaring the identity of their weapons.
Bu Feng landed beside those three people, only then did he realize that the originally flat ground had already been destroyed by the violent mental shock, completely turned up the accumulation deep in the ground, and the ground was covered by layers of folds , even thousands of miles away.
Those dilapidated existences submerged in the ground for a long time were also turned up with the curling of the strata, scattered on the boundless ground like yellow sand, and there were all kinds of cold weapons everywhere. Murderous.
There are all kinds of cold weapon remnants on the ground, almost none of which are complete, but each old weapon emits quite powerful fluctuations, and those energy forms are quite domineering, full of violent energy. Murderous aura is completely different from the energy fluctuations cultivated by current practitioners. It seems that the only use of those energies is to fight, to fight!
Bu Feng picked it up casually, and the chaotic energy rolled up a thick and heavy sword and dropped it in his hand. The tip of the long sword was cut off somehow, and the sword was left with long scratches by other weapons. There are still gaps in a few places, and the hilt has long been eroded from its original appearance by the long years. It seems that only the thick blade can be seen as a sword. There is no outline, and the original pattern also disappears, looking dilapidated.
Although there are such and such weapons everywhere, but for some reason, Bu Feng fell in love with this dilapidated sword immediately. What is so special about this sword
If there is, it is only that the sword does not exude that majestic domineering aura, nor does it have a soaring murderous aura, but only a very weak murderous aura exudes from the sword, and there is also a trace of weirdness mixed in. The aura, mixed with the murderous aura, was the kind of aura that attracted Bu Feng, making him involuntarily take the remnant sword in his hand.
At this moment, Bu Feng also had no time to think about this strange aura. With the sword in his right hand, he lightly slashed across the void. After a few swipes, he had already left a few residual imprints of energy in the space. Together, if the promotion of the last rhythm is added, it will be a space passage, but Bu Feng stopped, and instead imprinted the superimposed rhythms on the little finger of his right hand.
Afterwards, he smiled slightly, and his spiritual power came out through the air, making up the last imprint, and the rhythm pushed forward, opening up a small space. He swung the epee fiercely, and the breath of the epee flew into it along with the spiritual connection. In that strange space, the energy in that tiny space was quickly assimilated, and the chaotic energy also pushed the aura to rush into that tiny space. Then, Bu Feng casually threw the sword away. After entering that space, the divine sense that pushed the rhythm of the last space was slowly retracted, and the miniature space channel disappeared, but there was a faint light-colored trace in the shape of the sword left on the little finger, which was very faint. And under the cover of the little finger ring, it is difficult to find unless you look carefully.
The rhythm of nothingness is running in the opened space, gradually transforming the power in it into the chaotic power of Bu Feng, and transforming that space into Bu Feng's private space. Fortunately, the space Bu Feng chose this time The level is low and the space is small, so the energy in it is relatively weak. This allows the chaotic rhythm that Bu Feng left in it to transform them as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you want to transform this space into his private chaotic space, you only need to I'm afraid it will take a long time.
Even so, the private space cannot be formed in a short time, and now Bu Feng basically cannot grasp the operation of the private space, and can only extract things through the stable space channel created by the superposition of rhythms, which is very troublesome.
Bu Feng thought about the former chaotic space where he could do whatever he wanted, and casually threw some old but murderous weapons into that space.
Bu Feng, who put away his weapons, didn't realize that those old men who were dancing just now had stopped. Seeing Bu Feng shaking his head constantly, Venerable Shi muttered: Even the Holy Spirit doesn't have the habit of opening spaces so casually. Ah, is it necessary to open a private space by collecting a weapon? Do you think that all levels of space are the backyard of your home? This kid is not afraid that the opened space channel will connect to something that shouldn't be connected, hehe—
After muttering for a long time, Venerable Shi suddenly said, "Let's go!"
Ao Yun nodded. The discovery this time is really not trivial. Just these remnants of weapons that have been discovered are of unimaginable value. It is not difficult to infer a long-lost era through these weapons, a highly developed era of warfare!
For such an important event, he needs to go back to the elders to explain it as soon as possible.
Hun Ding also had the same idea, so he nodded and left a spiritual mark in this space, so that he can enter the coordinates of this space in the future.
At the same time, the old man Hun Ding reprimanded softly, and spit out a strange syllable with a rather complicated level from his mouth, and then the space in front of him fluctuated, and circles of ripples began to vibrate with the syllable, A black spatial passage also appeared in front of several people.
Bu Feng was very surprised, can the operation of the space be done in this way? Although there are two spatial levels with spiritual mark coordinates, he has never thought about the method of breaking through the spatial channel with one syllable. After careful consideration, he only feels that it is very rewarding. Although the subtlety of his current mental waves and particles is much more profound than that of Hun Ding, a Wu tribe who is concentrating on spiritual cultivation, but when it comes to operating techniques, it is far behind.
"It seems that this experience is really not trivial. Every experience is a manifestation of a rule. In the future, we must work hard to learn from the experience accumulated by the predecessors. How broad the rules of the world are-" Bu Feng silently Thinking, thinking, he followed the old man and the three into the black space passage.
At the same time, a few kilometers away, the robed man following Bu Feng also flickered, and walked in from a white space passage.
Bu Feng walked out of the passage formed by circles of black smoke, and Hun Ding and the two old men from the ancient realm were already standing on the periphery of the passage.
Venerable Shi chuckled, opened the gourd stopper and took another sip of old wine, stretched out his red nose, took a big breath and said, "tnnd, it's better here, haha, it's better here, in that damn space Li, will suffocate me!"
Then, ignoring Ao Yun's disdainful gaze, the gourd in Venerable Shi's hand was hidden somewhere, and he moved to Bu Feng's body, embracing his arms, walking like a peer. According to the farewell etiquette, he turned around and left with a smile, and disappeared in the north in an instant, leaving only a faint smell of wine.
Then Ao Yun did the same thing, turned around and left, making Bu Feng a little confused. With his current eyesight, he can naturally see that these two people are already beyond the existence of the Holy Spirit, and their status is honorable and prominent It's unusual, although there was a relationship once, but he was so 'flattered' to him, but he didn't know what to do.
Hun Ding, who had already thought that Bu Feng was the descendant of the mysterious race, naturally didn't take it seriously. Seeing that the two of them had gone far away, he immediately walked up to Bu Fengde and asked softly, "Brother Bu has already found it." Is that the tear of heaven?"
Bu Feng frowned slightly, and just about to speak, suddenly he turned his head and looked at the woodland beside the sacred mountain and holy lake, which happened to be the location of the nearby military camp. At this moment, a message came from there Bobo's mental shock, as well as that familiar murderous aura and fighting intent.
Thinking that General Wang was in the barracks at this moment, Bu Feng's complexion changed, his figure flashed, and he had already flown towards the barracks in the forest. Old man Hun Ding frowned slightly when he sensed the situation there. Are those weird mental waves seeping out of that space causing trouble? kindness? There are still some young monks? Tsk tsk, it's all Tantric practice, it seems that this matter needs to be taken care of, otherwise, Padmasambhava will definitely find the old man uncomfortable in the future...
While talking, Hun Ding also disappeared from the spot.
When Bu Feng's figure appeared in the military camp, a scuffle broke out in that camp.
The five leopard warriors were in a state of madness, waving their black steel claws and attacking a group of monks. Three or four of the monks also had red eyes and waved the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle. The luster of the guns hit the huge field on the edge of the woodland barracks, and several soldiers from the leopard team rushed to each other.
The other seven or eight bald monks were even more embarrassed. They were those monks who had a solid foundation and were cautious everywhere. The wanton sabotage of three or four members of the same sect did not dare to let those insane guys cause too much damage to those soldiers who were also in a state of madness. At the same time, they also needed to avoid those leopard groups The indiscriminate attacks of the soldiers, after such a situation, they are the most embarrassing ones in the field, the monk robes on their bodies are already torn to pieces, and their earnest persuasion is often smashed to pieces by those fellow Tantric sects.
In addition, Qingsong continuously melted huge silver charms one by one, and smashed them indiscriminately at the berserk Leopard warriors. Suppressing the urge to knock Leopard three unconscious.
Not far behind these people, the tent in the center of the barracks had already been shattered by the previous energy impact, and a ball of red phosgene gathered above Jin Yuan's head, waiting for an opportunity to break through the protection of Jin Yuan's meditation spell , in the protective barrier of the meditation spell, Leopard Spirit's face turned red, and his breathing was unusually heavy, as if he might go berserk at any time.
Jin Yuan didn't dare to be careless in the face of the phosgene around here and the guy beside him who might go crazy at any time.
Not far from them, Old General Wang was still the same in the purple cold mist. Xiaoqian anxiously waited for Master Feng to come back. If something happened to Old General Wang, she really didn't know how to report to Master Feng. Confession.
Around the open space, circles of ordinary soldiers were the least affected due to their low spiritual sensitivity. Under the command of the commander, these soldiers surrounded the camp in circles and looked at the camp. In that unimaginable battle, everyone was dumbfounded, and the commanders were nervously observing the situation on the field. Looking at the situation of General Wang and Bao Ling, they were at a loss. The highest commanders were all there. It's hard for them to give orders now—
All in all, the scene is chaos!
A breeze swept by, and Bu Feng in a white gown was already standing behind Old General Wang. Xiaoqian didn't even notice when Bu Feng appeared, and she only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and Bu Feng was already standing behind Old General Wang. behind.
Bu Feng looked at Old General Wang's distorted face, knowing that there was nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief, his mental tentacles immediately penetrated into the sea of nerves of Old General Wang, gently suppressing those angry and violent emotions, at the same time, The white light of the ring on the little finger of his right hand flashed, and the mental waves that exuded fighting intent around Old General Wang were absorbed by the ring. General Wang's distorted complexion gradually returned to normal. He opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from sleep. Waking up in the middle, looking at the chaotic scene not far in front of him, his complexion changed drastically, he stood up and took a step forward, shouting: "Stop it!"