I have a magic pot

Han Feng could only keep silently chanting in his heart.

"She's just a pot, she's just a pot, Han Feng, you have to hold on!"

Xian'er floated in front of Han Feng, and said with a smile.

"Master, come and hug me!"

"what……?"

Han Feng was stunned when he heard the words, what kind of operation is this?

Seeing Han Feng staying where she was, Xian'er smiled charmingly, and actually stepped forward to stand next to Han Feng.

And put Han Feng's arms on his slender waist.

Xian'er's actions made Han Feng's brain buzz, and there was a momentary blank!

When he woke up again, he had already hugged Xian'er's tender body.

More importantly, Xian'er was already extremely tall.

At this moment, a pair of bare tender feet floated a few inches off the ground again.

When she stood in front of Han Feng, Han Feng's head was just at the same level as her chest, and now they were standing next to each other.

The moment Han Feng woke up, he could only feel the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, a cold, soft, and slightly suffocating feeling... hit his face.

Han Feng's heart felt as if he had been hit hard, and there was only one thought in his mind at the moment.

"It's my life, the artifact is seducing the master!"

Han Feng couldn't help swallowing dryly, and raised his head with difficulty.

"Xian...Xian'er, you...what are you doing?"

Xian'er bowed her head and smiled softly at Han Feng.

"Master, hold me tight, I will take you to the Nine Heavens and Earth right now."

After all, Xian'er suddenly soared into the sky with Han Feng!

Hearing the whistling wind in his ears, the ground under his feet instantly became far away, and Han Feng's face turned pale with fright.

This was the first time in his life that he experienced the feeling of flying into the sky.

Han Feng found that he seemed a little afraid of heights.

Looking around in panic, there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and the more you look, the more frightening you are.

In the end, Han Feng was both ashamed and happy, and plunged into Xian'er's arms.

The familiar "suffocation" instantly surrounded Hanfeng.

After a while, the whistling sound in the ear disappeared, and Han Feng's feet seemed to have landed on the ground.

The back of the head was gently brushed by a slender hand, and Xian'er's soft voice came from the ear.

"Owner."

However, someone is still silent in that happy suffocation, unable to extricate himself.

"Master, we are here."

Xian'er called out again.

"Hmm... this... this is it?"

Han Feng finally raised his head, his expression still a little pervasive, his face flushed slightly, as if he drank a jar of vintage wine.

Reluctantly letting go of his hand, Han Feng began to survey the surrounding environment.

At this moment, the surrounding area is still white, and there is a huge white cloud under the feet.

Turning around and looking behind him, he saw a circular golden pattern appearing in the center of the white cloud.

The diameter of the pattern is about ten feet, and there are dense golden lines on the surface, shaped like tadpoles.

The surface of the golden pattern also exudes a faint golden light, giving people a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes, and a strange feeling.

Seeing this golden pattern, Han Feng couldn't help but startled.

He faintly felt that there seemed to be some kind of wonderful connection between himself and the golden pattern.

"This is……?"

"This is the entrance to the first layer of heaven and earth. These golden inscriptions are the seals at the entrance."

Xian'er explained from the side.

Han Feng nodded, glanced at the seal again, and said a little nervously.

"Xian'er, who is the seal here? Can you tell me first?"

Regarding the monsters sealed in the demon refining pot, Han Feng said in his heart that he was not afraid, but it was a lie.

He wanted to know what was going on inside in advance, lest he be unprepared and scared to death.

Xian'er didn't hold back any more, and said bluntly.

"In the Nine Heavens and Earths of the Demon Refining Pot, the power of the seal is stronger than that of the next level, and the strength of the sealed demons is also rising step by step.

But without exception, they are all the most powerful existence among the monsters of the same level. "

There is only one big monster sealed in the first layer, and it is a big monster with a trace of "Jian" blood.

"Yu"?

Han Feng felt a little familiar.

Xian'er explained.

"Ju is an ancient divine beast with a bad temper and fierce temperament.

Legend has it that after Pangu died, his body turned into the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and lakes, his left brain became Nuwa, the mother of the earth, his right brain became the human emperor Fuxi, and his heart became the Jade Emperor Haotian.

And the skull turns into "Ju", so its whole body is hard, hard to be destroyed, and super powerful.

Although this big monster has only a trace of "Jian" blood, its physique is also invincible at the same level.

If the master wants to speed up his cultivation and improve his strength now, he might as well ask it for advice, maybe there will be unexpected joy. "

After listening to Xian'er's introduction, Han Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The origin of this big monster is really against the sky.

To be able to get in touch with these legendary, ancient gods is a bit scary when you think about it.

And such an astonishing existence was actually only locked in the first floor of the Nine Heavens and Earth, so what kind of characters were imprisoned in the next eight floors?

While shocked, Han Feng was also puzzled.

Since this big demon was suppressed in the demon refining pot, how could it help him?

However, now that he has reached this point, he will naturally not back down halfway.

After hesitating for a moment, he and Xian'er walked towards the seal together.

Before coming to the seal, Han Feng was about to ask how to enter it.

Xian'er stretched out her hand and pushed gently, Han Feng staggered, passed through the seal, and came to another space...

Chapter 131 Silver Zun

There is a strange world in front of me, the sky is gray and black, as if there is no brilliance.

The ground under their feet was piled with gravel.

But these gravels are bright red, dazzling red, in stark contrast to the dark sky.

At a glance, the endless bright red sandy land makes people feel inexplicable heart palpitations and panic.

As soon as Han Feng stepped into the first floor, he felt a sense of discomfort in his heart and shuddered all over his body.

It is worthy of being the place where the ancient monster is sealed. Just this weird atmosphere is scary enough.

Han Feng endured the uneasiness in his heart, looked around, trying to find the big monster with a trace of the blood of the ancient beast "Ju".

However, the surroundings were empty and dead silent, as if there were no living beings.

Just when Han Feng was a little confused.

"Ding ding ding..."

There were several sounds from behind, as crisp as jade beads colliding.

Startled, Han Feng suddenly turned around and saw a strange picture.

Behind him, there was clearly an empty sandy ground just now.

An old man with a thin body like a dry bone appeared unexpectedly.

The old man was dressed in tatters, revealing his scraggy back. His gray hair was scattered behind his head like weeds. His right sleeve was empty, and he was actually missing a right arm.

Moreover, the old man is kneeling on the sand at this moment, using his only left hand.

He held a blood-red ball the size of a pigeon egg, looked at another blood-red ball not far in front of him, and flicked it with his fingers.

The ball in his hand flew out, fell in a parabola, and just hit another bloody ball, making a crisp sound of "ding".

The old man let out a dry smile of satisfaction, took out another blood-colored ball from his sleeve, and continued to aim.

"Fuck...!"

Seeing this scene, the eerie feeling that had just been exaggerated in Han Feng's heart disappeared instantly.

Xin said, this old man who came out of nowhere actually played marbles on the sand.

As if sensing Han Feng's gaze, the old man didn't pop out the second marble.

Instead, he turned his head slowly and looked at Han Feng.

I saw that the old man's face was haggard like tree bark, covered with wrinkles.

Moreover, the left eye socket is black, there is no eyeball, only a cloudy right eye.

"hiss……!"

Han Feng was slightly taken aback, the image of this old man was really infiltrating.

When the old man saw Han Feng, his face was still expressionless, and when he saw Han Feng's Xian'er.

There was a flash of light in the cloudy right eye, and the expression seemed a little apprehensive.

He frowned, and a hoarse and unpleasant sound came out of his throat.

"What are you doing here?"

Xian'er looked at Han Fengdao with her usual expression.

"He is the new owner of the Demon Refining Pot, and he wants to see you on something."

"New owner!"

The old man shrank his pupils and stared at Han Feng.

After a while, the old man let out a hoarse and strange laugh.

"Hehe... No wonder I feel that the seal of the Demon Refining Pot seems to have weakened a lot recently, so that guy has already fallen!"

Xian'er said calmly.

"Even if the master has fallen, the seal in the demon refining pot is not something you can break through."

The old man smiled noncommittally, then leaned over and picked up the two blood-colored beads on the sand.

Then he stood up slowly and walked towards Han Feng and the two of them.

When he got up, Han Feng realized that the old man was walking with a limp, and he was still a lame man.

Moreover, the old man's body was too thin, as if only the skeleton of a leather bag was left in his whole body.

Shaky, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Seeing this scene, Han Feng couldn't help casting strange eyes on Xian'er.

"Xian'er, he...is he the one you said, the big monster who inherited a trace of the blood of an ancient beast?"