I have a magic pot

However, this comfortable feeling didn't last long, and Han Feng realized that something was wrong.

My mental power has been stretched to the limit, but the energy that wraps my mental power still pulls my mental power and continues to expand.

Although this force is not violent, it is irresistible.

As the mental power continued to expand, a tingling sensation gradually emerged, and Han Feng couldn't help frowning, but he could still bear this pain.

As the tingling gradually increased, Han Feng felt that his mental strength had been stretched to the limit.

Just when he thinks everything should stop, something amazing happens.

That energy suddenly intensified, directly tearing Han Feng's mental power that had expanded to the limit!

"Chi Chi Chi...!"

"what……!"

The feeling of being torn apart by mental power made Han Feng's altar tremble violently, and his brain buzzed, as if it was about to explode on the spot.

Han Feng in the spirit pond couldn't help but let out a scream, and blood oozed out of the seven orifices.

However, even so, that force still didn't stop, tearing Han Feng's spiritual power mercilessly.

During this extremely painful torture, Han Feng felt that he was going to faint or even die countless times.

But his brain has always remained so damn clear, making him miserable.

Until Han Feng's mental power had been torn into countless pieces, he was numb from the pain and was on the verge of collapse.

The terrifying tearing force finally disappeared, and a soft clear current wrapped Han Feng's mental power fragments again and converged toward the center.

A strange energy emanating from the clear stream caused these mental powers that had been torn into pieces to start to recompress and fuse again...

Chapter 478 Attacking the Acupoint Realm

After a long time, when Han Feng withdrew from the starry sky map of the Three Thousand Divine Yan Jue, he had already fallen into a semi-comatose state.

In the daze, he seemed to have slept for a long time, and when he woke up again, he was floating in the spirit pool, motionless.

The feeling of excruciating pain just now has disappeared, and at this moment Han Feng feels refreshed and healthy.

Especially the mental altar is even more clear.

Han Feng was surprised, subconsciously sensed it, and was surprised to find that he had stagnated for a long time and had never had the mental power to make progress.

At this moment, not only has there been a little growth, but it is also much more solid than before.

Han Feng faintly felt that the barrier that had been blocking his way to the "Fixed Cave Realm" had loosened a little at this moment.

Obviously, all these are the changes brought about by the Three Thousand Divine Yan Jue that I practiced.

Surprised, Han Feng couldn't help recalling the experience of practicing the Three Thousand Divine Yan Jue today, and felt lingering fear for a while.

I have to say that this technique is really too "crazy".

The principle of its cultivation is very simple, it is to continuously tear and fuse the spiritual power, just like forging refined iron, so that the spiritual power can be tempered to the extreme.

However, mental strength is crucial for anyone.

Once injured, it is likely to cause serious consequences, ranging from insanity to becoming an idiot, and even death directly.

The peculiarity of this technique is that not only is the method crazy, but it is also extremely mysterious, and it can actually fuse and reorganize the torn spiritual power, "breaking and then standing".

It can be seen from this that Su Mu said that this exercise was considered a top-notch exercise even in ancient times, and it is by no means a lie.

And if we say that the only shortcoming of this exercise is the painful experience that goes deep into the soul.

The pain when the soul is torn apart is even more than several times more intense than when practicing the Chiba Body Art. Those who have no perseverance may even collapse during the practice.

With a slight exhalation, Han Feng gradually calmed down.

Taking a rest in the spirit pool, I sensed the time outside, and it was still noon.

Han Feng hesitated for a long time, and finally grasped the jade slip transformed by the Three Thousand Divine Yan Jue tightly, and decided to continue practicing.

The so-called "eat hardships and suffer hardships, only then can you become a master"!

In his previous life, Han Feng was as insignificant as a speck of dust, alone, with nothing to worry about.

But in this life, he finally got a chance to control his own destiny, how could he let go of this opportunity.

It is painful to practice the Three Thousand Divine Evolution Jue, but compared to being looked down upon and trampled by others, one cannot protect the one one cares about, and becomes a captive of fate forever.

Han Feng is willing to bear this bit of pain!

"I must step into the Solid Cave Realm as soon as possible!"

Han Feng made up his mind, then calmed down, and the pattern of stars appeared in his mind again...

Han Feng just stayed underground in the outskirts, practicing from early morning until the sun was setting in the west, and continued to suffer the pain of being torn apart by mental power.

Every time he reached the limit and interrupted his practice, Han Feng only recovered for a moment, and then resolutely chose to continue his practice.

He practiced repeatedly until the end, until Han Feng felt a deep sense of exhaustion in his soul, coupled with the fact that it was getting late, he stopped practicing and returned to the city.

Back in the dormitory, Han Feng smoked a cigarette and almost fell asleep.

Early the next morning, I asked Jiang Biao to ask for leave again, and continued to go out of the city to practice.

Such a flash is three days.

In the past three days, Beiyang City has also been peaceful.

Wei Zhengping ordered people to monitor the movements in the forest outside Beiyuan Forest at all times, but he did not see any abnormalities, and there were no more monsters attacking Beiyang Pass.

Even Jiang Biao and other four thousand households ventured into the patrol area to investigate together, and found that the patrolling monsters had returned to normal, and the number was greatly reduced.

At this time, good news also came from the county.

After receiving Wei Zhengping's request for help, the governor of Yumen County personally sent [-] elite soldiers to strengthen the defense of Beiyang Pass. By noon tomorrow, they will arrive at Beiyang City.

With the arrival of these good news, Han Feng naturally became more at ease, and devoted himself to practicing the Three Thousand Divine Yan Jue.

……

Today, the sun is approaching dusk.

Underground in the southern outskirts of the city, Han Feng had stopped cultivating in the demon refining pot, but he was not in a hurry to return to the city.

At this moment, Han Feng sat cross-legged in the pot, bathed in the spiritual rain, his mind was calm and unwavering, and his whole person entered an ethereal state of "forgetting both things and me".

I don't know how long I sat cross-legged like this, and "stepped" towards the valley with the setting sun.

Han Feng's altar suddenly buzzed and trembled, filled with white light!

At this moment, the dormant spiritual power in Han Fengshen's altar suddenly diverged and turned into countless silk threads, which wrapped around the altar and began to intertwine and fuse with each other...

Spiritualists are divided into: "apprentice state", "out of body state", "fixed acupoint state", "returning to one state", "gathering spirit state" and "yang god state".

Now Hanfeng is officially attacking the "fixed cave"!

After a short period of three days, it was a painful practice that "lived like a year".

Han Feng's spiritual power has gone through hundreds of times of tearing and reorganizing, and his mental power has grown again, and the degree of solidification has doubled several times, and finally touched the threshold of "solid hole state".

Without hesitation, Han Feng chose to break through immediately!

As the name implies, "solid hole environment" means to strengthen the "nest".

The lair of spiritual power is the altar, which protects the spiritual power.

However, the altar is not absolutely firm. Under the impact of powerful energy, even if it is not damaged, it is difficult to isolate all the power, and the power may be transmitted and hurt the primordial spirit.

And spiritual masters who have reached the solid acupoint state will fuse their spiritual power with the altar, making it as solid as gold. As long as the mental power is not there, they will stick to the altar.

Unless it is a strong man whose strength is several grades better than his own, it is difficult to hurt his soul!

At this moment, Han Feng is urging his spiritual power with all his strength, enveloping the altar, slowly infiltrating the altar, and merging with it...

In the past, with Han Feng's mental power, every time he tried to attack the solid point, the mental power could not penetrate the spiritual platform at all.

Today, however, is different.

The spiritual power tempered by the Three Thousand Divine Evolution Jue is solid and thick, endless.

But I can only see the spiritual power slowly blending into the surface of the altar, moistening things silently, and weathering into a complete process, everything is advancing as a matter of course...

Just when the dim sun fell to the bottom of the valley, there was only a trace of setting sun yearning for the sunset.

"boom……!"

There was a roar in Han Feng's mind, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, or the beginning of chaos!

At this moment, Han Feng's shrine shone with golden light, making it difficult to tell the truth from reality.

All the spiritual power returned to the sea and entered the altar, and began to grow vigorously.

In just a short moment, Han Feng's original spiritual power expanded several times, and became more solidified and powerful.

When all the changes disappeared, Han Feng sensed that a pale golden bead appeared in his mind.

The body of the bead shone with golden light, solid as a rock, and filled with an astonishing spirituality. This was Han Feng's altar.

With his mind moving, the spiritual power in the altar poured down like mercury, spreading in all directions.

In an instant, the ground above his head, the surrounding bushes, mountains, rocks and streams appeared in his mind...

There are even "insects, fish, birds and beasts" moving in it, everything is very clear, as if in front of your eyes.

Han Feng spread his spiritual power all the way, and finally spread it to sixty or seventy feet away, covering an area of ​​more than 200 meters in radius.

You know, when Han Feng was at the peak of his physical state, his mental strength was only extended to five or six feet at most, but now it has increased by more than ten times.

The next moment, Han Feng withdrew from the demon refining pot and escaped to the surface.

He sat cross-legged and still did not open his eyes.

With the flash of the storage ring.

"Whoosh whoosh...!"

Three black flying knives were suspended above his head, each of which was shrouded in a layer of faint golden light, but it was a sign that his mental strength was strong enough to show his appearance.

When the golden light shines, the small body of the knife releases amazing energy.

While Han Feng was thinking, the three flying knives shot out from three directions like electricity.

"Swish, swish, swish...!"

The next moment, the three flying knives turned into a phantom and began to sweep the surrounding mountains, rocks, vegetation.

But there were only bursts of "hissing", and the shrubs and rocks within ten feet of Han Feng's body, like weathered objects, quickly turned into fragments of sand and dust, and drifted away with the wind.

In just a few breaths, the surrounding area is already bare, and the ground is covered with a layer of fine dust.

When Han Feng slowly opened his bright eyes, saw everything around him, and then looked at the three throwing knives floating in front of him that looked like kittens, he couldn't help feeling excited.

"Is this the power of the solid hole state!"

At this moment, Han Feng sensed that with his current mental strength, controlling these throwing knives, the single-target attack power that exploded was no less than that of a Chen-level one-star powerhouse with a full blow.

However, the strength of mental power is that it is ever-changing and unpredictable.

Under the same attack strength, the attack of a spiritual warrior is naturally far from being able to match the attack of mental power.

Moreover, Han Feng found that he is still able to control the three flying knives with ease, which is obviously not his limit.

Once his mental power is fully activated and he controls enough throwing knives, he can kill a group of powerhouses below the Chen level and three stars even if he stands still.

If you encounter a difficult opponent, you can control multiple throwing knives and attack them at the same time.

Coupled with his own combat power, the pressure on the opponent can be imagined!

What's more, in addition to the improvement of combat power, his sensory ability has also been improved to a perverted level.

It can be said that with this breakthrough, Han Feng's combat effectiveness has taken another qualitative leap!

After a burst of uncontrollable excitement in his heart, Han Feng hurried towards the south gate seeing that it was getting late.

There was still some distance from the south gate, and from the north of the city, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air.

"Whoosh whoosh...!"

"Boom boom boom...!"

In the sky, more than a dozen beams of light exploded at the same time, and clusters of blood-red mist surged up, which looked bright and dazzling against the backdrop of the sunset.