One hundred and sixty-seventh chapter: the dispute over Emperor Wu's tomb
The scenery in the independent space completely surprised Han Feng.
The hazy distant mountains are covered with a layer of gauze, and the shadows are wide, sometimes far and sometimes near, and even far away in the misty clouds and mists. It is like a few strokes of light ink, smearing on the blue horizon.
Although the mountain is speechless, it is not silent. The waterfall flowing down is its cracked roar; the gurgling stream is its beautiful voice; the gurgling spring water is its beautiful
The voice of the song display; the roaring pine waves are the protests of the mountain against the raging wind; the crisp dripping is the record of the passing years of the mountain
The river water passes through mountains and walls, rushing down fiercely; the rushing and clamoring river water is like a waterfall hanging in the air, thundering thousands of miles.
On the vast river surface, the smoke ripples with mountain-shaped tower shadows.
The graceful and winding mountains are winding, like a sleeping dragon. Looking down at your feet, white clouds are everywhere, and you can see the peaks, clouds and mists. The tops of the mountain are exploring the clouds and mists, like lotus flowers coming out of the water.
The fusion of mountains and water is a combination of static and dynamic, and the combination of monotony and wonderfulness forms the most beautiful scenery. Explore among the green mountains and rafting among the green waters... how wonderful! It is completely different from the outside world, just the only one
The difference is that there is no creature in this independent space, not even a single insect.
Hearing Han Feng's words, Emperor Yuan sent a voice transmission: "I said that the Xuan Domain you went to was just an unformed independent space, and this independent space is complete."
"It's so amazing. Is this the ability of Emperor Wu? It can create a space that is exactly the same as the outside world. "Han Feng was amazed. This is simply the magical skill of creating a world, which can open up a space and transform it.
"Hehe, this is nothing. You must know that the existence of the Martial Saint realm can even create creatures in the space he has opened. However, if this Martial Saint falls, the creatures in the space will also die.〃六六
Said calmly.
After hearing this, Han Feng felt a stern heart. Life is the most magical thing in the world, and humans are also a kind of life.
Han Feng couldn't imagine how powerful the Martial Saints that even creatures could create would be to what level their strength would be.
"But this independent space is so large, should I go to find the tomb of Emperor Wu?"
Looking at the endless mountains and forests, Han Feng couldn't help but feel a headache. You must know that the complete independent space opened by Emperor Wu is the smallest, and it is as big as the Yunlan Kingdom. To find the tomb of Emperor Wu here, it is tantamount to fishing under the sea.
Needle.
"I really can't help you with this, but since this Martial Emperor wants to pass on the inheritance to others, he will never hide it too secretly." Emperor Yuan reminded, "Han Feng, you can look at it while looking, and in this independent space
But there are many treasures born, and even if you can't get the inheritance of this Martial Emperor, you won't lose money."
After Emperor Yuan said this, Han Feng's eyes immediately lit up. The independent space opened by Emperor Wu has absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth for many years. There must be many spiritual herbs, spiritual fruits and other treasures, and there are no creatures in it, so it will not be reduced at all.
Han Feng showed a pleasant smile, and immediately started moving without saying a word, running towards a mountain range not far away.
In the forest covered with green shade, Han Feng looked around like a scanner, refusing to let go of any place.
He was not looking for the tomb of Emperor Wu, but looking for spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits. Not long after he entered this mountain range, Han Feng found two third-level low-grade spiritual herbs. Of course, Han Feng had tasted the sweetness.
I won't give up, I have to make a good deal.
No comparison with those disciples of the sect, Han Feng cherishes Yuan stone very much. No, it should be said that he lacks Yuan stone very much, so he will never let go of any valuable treasures.
I don’t know how long he had walked, but Han Feng suddenly realized that there was a place not far away that seemed to have much more energy than other places. He didn’t hesitate and immediately ran towards that place.
You should know that the more abundant the vitality, the greater the chance of precious items such as spiritual herbs appearing.
"Wow, the third-level top-grade spiritual meadow cloud lotus."
"No! Fourth-level mid-grade Yuan Lingcao."
"Damn, fifth-level mid-grade ice crystal fruit!"
As soon as he walked to this area, he saw pieces of treasures shining with halos. Han Feng no longer had the same calmness as before. This place seemed to be a place specializing in planting spiritual medicines, but it was actually of different levels.
All spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits grow in this area.
However, Han Feng would no longer pay attention to this at this time. He has always been used to poverty and could he calm down when he saw so many precious elixirs. He rushed up and collected them crazily.
"I've got rich and made a fortune. This time I've really made a fortune. I can definitely sell several million stones here. No, it may cost more than tens of millions, haha... what if he doesn't matter! Han Feng stuffed those spiritual medicines into the imperial spirits
In the ring, my mouth was still murmuring.
If someone who knows Han Feng sees this scene, he will probably be shocked, right?
An hour later, Han Feng walked slowly in the shade of the woods, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips. This time the harvest obviously made him very satisfied.
"Hmm? Someone!" Han Feng suddenly stopped. The cautious habit he had developed over the years made Han Feng develop a keen perception. As soon as he reached the middle, he noticed someone staring at him in the dark, and he also felt a sensation.
A slight murderous intent.
"I want to attack me? I'll give you a chance,"
Han Feng showed an undetectable sneer, stretched his waist, walked to a big tree and lay down. He knew that only by giving the person in the secret a chance to attack the other party would actually take action.
However, although he was lying under the tree to rest, his body did not relax at all. His muscles were tense together, and his spirit was always paying attention to the surroundings. Once a situation occurred, he immediately attacked with all his strength.
Those who can enter this independent space are not good at slaughtering. Almost all of them are genius disciples from major sects. Han Feng dared not have any luck.
Just as Han Feng closed his eyes and rested, in a hidden corner not far away, a figure leaned down and stared at Han Feng. Seeing the former lying under the tree and sleeping, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile sarcastically.
Laugh, "In this case, you still dare to relax your vigilance, and you deserve to die in my hands."
The figure began to move slowly, walking every step very carefully, not daring to make any sound, and at a glance, he knew that he was a veteran of sneak attackers.
Just as he was about to arrive at the big tree where Han Feng was docking, the man suddenly stopped and observed it slowly for a while, and found that Han Feng had no special reaction. He sneered in his heart and gradually leaned over.
While this person approached, Han Feng was counting down silently in his heart, waiting for the best moment to attack.
Five meters, four meters, three meters...
"Good opportunity!"
The man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he immediately took out a dark dagger and shot it at him.
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