Chapter 3922 (1/2)

Leaving a messenger as a living mouth, Ling Han left.

This war made him have a more clear understanding of his combat power. If he had the strength, he could already be comparable to the early days of Shengdan, which was almost a heaven. And if his various techniques are launched, the combat power can be enhanced.

After walking forward for a while, Ling Han gradually felt the pressure.

This is a kind of hierarchical repression, which gradually makes him feel difficult to move.

Fortunately, for the time being, he can still persist and keep moving forward, but the speed obviously slows down.

A day later, a palace appeared in front of me.

It's not luxury at all, it's very simple, it's old-fashioned.

It is from this palace that the pressure comes out, and when we get here, we have a fear that our body will explode in a few more steps.

This is not impossible. There were many corpses of saints under Heitian temple before, which could not be approached at all and had to be bypassed.

, and those saints can be destroyed by their own lives. They drain all the essence of the saints and lose all their essential power.

However, this is the nest of a sub divine beast. I don't know how many sub divine beast's breath has been left over the years. This is at least a saint level, and the pressure is not the same.

Outside the palace, Ling Han saw a lot of people, including old monsters in the real world and outsiders in the Ding casting realm. They all wanted to enter the palace, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Who can get in?

Under such a terrible pressure, the real world has only a creeping share.

Anyone can guess that this is the cave of the mysterious turtle. There may be its remains in it. It is a sub divine beast. Whether it is flesh or blood, fur or bone, it is the most precious treasure. Even the saint should be moved.

But now?

Baoshan is in front of you, but you can't get into it. How can you stop beating your chest?

Ling Han is not too disappointed, his goal is very clear, is to come for the Xianxia, the rest, is lucky, not to get that is nothing.

Whew, a light flew out of the palace, turned into a competition and danced in the sky.

”Xianxia!” Many people exclaimed, and some were even more envious. Of course, this is the casting cauldron of Shengdan, which has not yet broken through. As long as one Xianxia is integrated, a magic power can be developed, and its power is at least equivalent to that of the four polar regions.

Ling Han opened his pupils and looked at it carefully. The light was yellow, but it was thunder.

Wu Tu Ming Lei!

Ling Han's heart suddenly moved, this is a thunder with attributes, similar to Gengjin Jielei and Guishui yinlei.

How can we capture it?

After two circles of flying light, whew, returned to the palace, as if to rest.

Ling Han is trying to figure out how to capture this fairyland. In order to reduce the trouble, he has changed his appearance and soul fluctuation, so as not to be disturbed by others.

Dreamland?

No, Ling Han shakes his head. His flying ability is suppressed here. He can't break through the sky and take Xianxia as his own.

What about that?

Ling Han held his cheek and fell into meditation.

Many people have come here, but there is no way to face this hall.

How to get in?

For them who are in the highest level of true self, there is no solution to the pressure of the sub god beast, and forced approach is only the share of body explosion and death.

But Baoshan is in front of us, who is willing to give up?