Chapter 287 Han Feng: Come again! ?
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Xiao Fei Fei Fei Fei Ji
Chapter 287 Han Feng: Come again! ?
A few days later, Han Feng cleaned up and found the active volcano that the strong man said leisurely.
Looking at the golden hot magma surging in front of him, the thick and irritating smell of sulfur penetrated into his nostrils, the fiery breath even distorted the air above the crater—there were still a few soul beast guards who were not weak. At the crater, they were all beaten away by Han Feng.
Grumpy Grumpy!
Thick bubbles emerged from the bottom of the magma, and then burst open. The poisonous gas came rushing along with the hot air, which made Han Feng hesitate at the corner of his mouth involuntarily!
"Old Yu! Do I really want to take a bath here!?" Han Feng swallowed and asked dryly.
No wonder Han Feng was so hesitant. Just standing at the crater, Han Feng could already feel the temperature of thousands of degrees, let alone jumping into it. Coupled with the various poisonous gases and abnormal movements in the magma, Han Feng could feel the temperature of thousands of degrees. It's no wonder Feng isn't afraid!
"Look at your promise! Is this scary!?" The God of Defense's disdainful voice came out, and he said, "The 10-year catastrophe of the soul beast is much more terrifying than this thing! A mere soul beast Even if you can go against the sky, as the descendant of the old man, isn’t soaking in magma just like taking a hot bath!?”
Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said with a dry smile, "Yes! The Heavenly Tribulation of soul beasts is scarier than this thing, I don't deny it, but why don't you let any soul beast try to beat him continuously? Heaven’s calamity!? It’s already been smashed into ashes! Besides, you always said that it’s a 81-year-old soul beast. I’m just a little soul king no matter whether it’s blood or soul power. Don't you feel guilty about comparing that thing with me!?"
"You're the one with a poor mouth!" The god of defense couldn't say anything to Han Feng, snorted, and cursed angrily, which made the Vulcan beside him couldn't help but laugh.
The god of defense glared at Vulcan, and the threatening gaze made Vulcan smile embarrassingly, even saying he didn't dare.
Han Feng didn't know the episode of the God Realm. Although he said he didn't want to, he still sealed his soul power honestly, touched the edge of the magma, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and slowly poked out. toes.
Nourishes—
The hot magma instantly ignited Han Feng's shoes, and attached to Han Feng's toes, a puff of green smoke rose with the sound of water vapor evaporating, but there was not much pain on Han Feng's face.
Han Feng clicked his tongue lightly as if testing the temperature of the water, and murmured, "It's a little hot, but it's okay!"
This is indeed the case, with a body protected by soul king-level qi and blood, and thousands of degrees of magma, Han Feng is indeed helpless, but the smell of sulfur makes Han Feng quite uncomfortable.
It is worth mentioning that after going through the trials in the extreme north, Han Feng's blood power has already surpassed his soul power, broke through level 55, and reached level 56. It is foreseeable that if he completes this The next volcanic trial, the soul emperor can look forward to it!
Han Feng submerged little by little into the magma, and closed his eyes to feel it.
It's okay, it's similar to the feeling of taking a hot bath in the previous life. If the touch of magma can be lighter and the smell can be lighter, Han Feng will even feel quite comfortable!
But when he thought that his own bubble would take ninety-nine and 81 days, the corners of Han Feng's eyes twitched involuntarily!
Even if you really soak in hot springs, you should feel dizzy after soaking for a few hours!
"Wait a minute!" Thinking of this, Han Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted loudly, "Yu Lao! You mean, I have to soak in this magma for 81 days!?"
"Hmm!" came the teasing voice of the God of Defense, seemingly very relaxed.
Han Feng yelled, "Then what should I eat!?"
Theoretically, there are soul beasts that can survive in the magma, but not to mention that there is no living thing in the magma that Han Feng is soaking in except Han Feng, even if there are soul beasts that can't even cook the magma, Han Feng is also too unfamiliar to kill!
Han Feng doesn't have the habit of drinking blood!
Hearing Han Feng's question, the god of defense seemed to have thought of it a long time ago, and the old god replied: "Do you think that this test is really for you to come to the hot spring!? Didn't you realize it a long time ago? It is to test your will, if you can't bear even a little physical pain, An Neng will continue to defend against the gods!?"
The Vulcan at the side heard the words, with black lines on his face. . .
No wonder you are always able to block people's doors with patience, it turns out that's how you practiced it!
"Old Yu, are you always trying to starve me to death!?" Han Feng couldn't listen, and shouted with a dark face.
"How can it be so exaggerated!? The power of blood at the level of the soul king, even without the support of soul power, can maintain your life for more than a year without even a drop of water. It's only 81 days, and you won't starve to death!" the god of defense said. The appearance of coming here is not worried at all.
As he said that, the God of Defense snorted again, and reprimanded him: "Don't you think that the old man doesn't know, you are just greedy, you would rather eat jerky than starve yourself, and you can still make such a mess in the extreme north." It's really thanks to you kid that you can figure it out!"
"Two days ago, that silly baby was eaten by you kid, and his underwear was almost lost. For the next 81 days, don't even think about eating, just a taboo!"
His mind was punctured by the god of defense, Han Feng also touched his nose resentfully, did not quibble anymore, and honestly soaked in the magma.
To be honest, the soul power was sealed, so he couldn't cultivate, and the crater was only so big, and there weren't many soul beasts approaching, so Han Feng was really boring.
There is no way to talk about body training, and Han Feng has no specific exercises, he can only passively let the magma temper the power of Qi and blood, and strengthen it little by little.
The Volcanic Trial was not like the Icefield Trial. It had a clear goal. At least Han Feng still had some motivation. The Volcanic Trial left Han Feng alone. It took nine to eighty-one days to complete the Volcanic Trial!
In desperation, Han Feng could only pick up the development of his own soul skills again, and constantly conceived the feasibility of various soul skills in his mind.
But this is just fantasy after all, there is no time, and the progress is not big, but there are a few good ideas, but after the volcanic trial, the soul power is unsealed to test the feasibility.
As the days passed, Han Feng not only felt what hunger was, but also understood what loneliness was!
The divine tests of the god of defense are indeed targeted, even with Han Feng's lively temperament, he can't help but feel a little lonely at this time. . .
Han Feng thought of Professor Tang Yuehua's own way of music, he had nothing to do, so he thought it would be good to use it for entertainment, but where did the flute come from in this crater?
Han Feng had no choice but to rely on himself. He took aim at a piece of obsidian that looked pretty good, and planned to make a stone flute.
But when Han Feng was about to make a move, he suddenly found that on the back of his right hand, at some point, a mark of a golden red fire lotus appeared!
Not to mention, Han Feng has been soaking in the magma for the past ten days, and he really didn't pay attention to his right hand. Coupled with the cover of the magma, Han Feng really didn't know the change on the back of his right hand—until he found out Afterwards, Han Feng just noticed that this fire lotus seemed to be absorbing the power from the magma, and became brighter and more holy!
If someone else encountered this kind of thing, they would definitely be shocked, but Han Feng was very calm.
Han Feng has never seen this fire lotus before, but he has the mark of the Ice God on the back of his left hand, and the mark of the God of Defense between his eyebrows. This fire lotus is so similar to those two!
"Tsk!" Han Feng tutted lightly, rolled his eyes, and asked dryly, "Come again!?"
Han Feng didn't procrastinate, and asked the God of Defense directly: "Old Yu! Let's talk straight! Which god is it this time!?"
"Ahem!" The God of Defense coughed, and although guilty, he did not hide it from Han Feng, and replied, "Vulcan!"
Han Feng didn't overreact, just nodded, and continued to ask: "So the god in the mouth of the Ice God is the God of Fire?"
"That's right!" The God of Defense replied affirmatively.
"Then...will you be able to tell me all the ins and outs of the matter after the fire lotus imprint is fully absorbed?" Han Feng asked without joy or anger.
"correct!"
Hearing this, Han Feng nodded, ignored the fire lotus imprint on the back of his right hand, let it continue to absorb magma energy, and began to make the Hei Yao stone flute on his own, and said by the way: "When the time comes, Yu Lao, please take care of me. With such a big commotion from the Ice God, if I attract a few more Title Douluo, I won't be able to bear it with my small body!"
"Don't worry about it! That time it was the Ice God's coming, and the momentum was naturally grand. This time, I called you into the God Realm, and the old man will help you cover it up a little bit, so no one will notice it!" The God of Defense swore affirmatively.
On the other side, Vulcan was a little dazed listening to the conversation between the old and the young. . .
"Is this solved?" Vulcan looked at the God of Defense and asked in a daze.
The God of Defense glanced at Vulcan, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, and said quietly: "This kid is very stubborn in his bones. Although he looks harmonious now, it's just for the sake of this old man. Just go! Whether you can let him inherit the gods of ice god and fire god depends on what you say!"
Vulcan grinned, waved his fist without worry, and said happily, "What's so difficult about this!? Who can't be tempted by the positions of two first-level gods!?"
Unexpectedly, the God of Defense just looked at Vulcan indifferently, without saying a word, making Vulcan's scalp go numb.
"Did I say something wrong?" Vulcan's smile gradually faded, and he asked hesitantly.
"Do you think Han Feng lacks a god position!?" The God of Defense asked back, his eyes fell on Han Feng, and he murmured with deep eyes: "Don't try to fool this kid! Instead of saying It is he who wants to inherit our god position, it is better to say that we want him to inherit our god position!"
(End of this chapter)
A few days later, Han Feng cleaned up and found the active volcano that the strong man said leisurely.
Looking at the golden hot magma surging in front of him, the thick and irritating smell of sulfur penetrated into his nostrils, the fiery breath even distorted the air above the crater—there were still a few soul beast guards who were not weak. At the crater, they were all beaten away by Han Feng.
Grumpy Grumpy!
Thick bubbles emerged from the bottom of the magma, and then burst open. The poisonous gas came rushing along with the hot air, which made Han Feng hesitate at the corner of his mouth involuntarily!
"Old Yu! Do I really want to take a bath here!?" Han Feng swallowed and asked dryly.
No wonder Han Feng was so hesitant. Just standing at the crater, Han Feng could already feel the temperature of thousands of degrees, let alone jumping into it. Coupled with the various poisonous gases and abnormal movements in the magma, Han Feng could feel the temperature of thousands of degrees. It's no wonder Feng isn't afraid!
"Look at your promise! Is this scary!?" The God of Defense's disdainful voice came out, and he said, "The 10-year catastrophe of the soul beast is much more terrifying than this thing! A mere soul beast Even if you can go against the sky, as the descendant of the old man, isn’t soaking in magma just like taking a hot bath!?”
Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help rolling his eyes, and said with a dry smile, "Yes! The Heavenly Tribulation of soul beasts is scarier than this thing, I don't deny it, but why don't you let any soul beast try to beat him continuously? Heaven’s calamity!? It’s already been smashed into ashes! Besides, you always said that it’s a 81-year-old soul beast. I’m just a little soul king no matter whether it’s blood or soul power. Don't you feel guilty about comparing that thing with me!?"
"You're the one with a poor mouth!" The god of defense couldn't say anything to Han Feng, snorted, and cursed angrily, which made the Vulcan beside him couldn't help but laugh.
The god of defense glared at Vulcan, and the threatening gaze made Vulcan smile embarrassingly, even saying he didn't dare.
Han Feng didn't know the episode of the God Realm. Although he said he didn't want to, he still sealed his soul power honestly, touched the edge of the magma, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and slowly poked out. toes.
Nourishes—
The hot magma instantly ignited Han Feng's shoes, and attached to Han Feng's toes, a puff of green smoke rose with the sound of water vapor evaporating, but there was not much pain on Han Feng's face.
Han Feng clicked his tongue lightly as if testing the temperature of the water, and murmured, "It's a little hot, but it's okay!"
This is indeed the case, with a body protected by soul king-level qi and blood, and thousands of degrees of magma, Han Feng is indeed helpless, but the smell of sulfur makes Han Feng quite uncomfortable.
It is worth mentioning that after going through the trials in the extreme north, Han Feng's blood power has already surpassed his soul power, broke through level 55, and reached level 56. It is foreseeable that if he completes this The next volcanic trial, the soul emperor can look forward to it!
Han Feng submerged little by little into the magma, and closed his eyes to feel it.
It's okay, it's similar to the feeling of taking a hot bath in the previous life. If the touch of magma can be lighter and the smell can be lighter, Han Feng will even feel quite comfortable!
But when he thought that his own bubble would take ninety-nine and 81 days, the corners of Han Feng's eyes twitched involuntarily!
Even if you really soak in hot springs, you should feel dizzy after soaking for a few hours!
"Wait a minute!" Thinking of this, Han Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted loudly, "Yu Lao! You mean, I have to soak in this magma for 81 days!?"
"Hmm!" came the teasing voice of the God of Defense, seemingly very relaxed.
Han Feng yelled, "Then what should I eat!?"
Theoretically, there are soul beasts that can survive in the magma, but not to mention that there is no living thing in the magma that Han Feng is soaking in except Han Feng, even if there are soul beasts that can't even cook the magma, Han Feng is also too unfamiliar to kill!
Han Feng doesn't have the habit of drinking blood!
Hearing Han Feng's question, the god of defense seemed to have thought of it a long time ago, and the old god replied: "Do you think that this test is really for you to come to the hot spring!? Didn't you realize it a long time ago? It is to test your will, if you can't bear even a little physical pain, An Neng will continue to defend against the gods!?"
The Vulcan at the side heard the words, with black lines on his face. . .
No wonder you are always able to block people's doors with patience, it turns out that's how you practiced it!
"Old Yu, are you always trying to starve me to death!?" Han Feng couldn't listen, and shouted with a dark face.
"How can it be so exaggerated!? The power of blood at the level of the soul king, even without the support of soul power, can maintain your life for more than a year without even a drop of water. It's only 81 days, and you won't starve to death!" the god of defense said. The appearance of coming here is not worried at all.
As he said that, the God of Defense snorted again, and reprimanded him: "Don't you think that the old man doesn't know, you are just greedy, you would rather eat jerky than starve yourself, and you can still make such a mess in the extreme north." It's really thanks to you kid that you can figure it out!"
"Two days ago, that silly baby was eaten by you kid, and his underwear was almost lost. For the next 81 days, don't even think about eating, just a taboo!"
His mind was punctured by the god of defense, Han Feng also touched his nose resentfully, did not quibble anymore, and honestly soaked in the magma.
To be honest, the soul power was sealed, so he couldn't cultivate, and the crater was only so big, and there weren't many soul beasts approaching, so Han Feng was really boring.
There is no way to talk about body training, and Han Feng has no specific exercises, he can only passively let the magma temper the power of Qi and blood, and strengthen it little by little.
The Volcanic Trial was not like the Icefield Trial. It had a clear goal. At least Han Feng still had some motivation. The Volcanic Trial left Han Feng alone. It took nine to eighty-one days to complete the Volcanic Trial!
In desperation, Han Feng could only pick up the development of his own soul skills again, and constantly conceived the feasibility of various soul skills in his mind.
But this is just fantasy after all, there is no time, and the progress is not big, but there are a few good ideas, but after the volcanic trial, the soul power is unsealed to test the feasibility.
As the days passed, Han Feng not only felt what hunger was, but also understood what loneliness was!
The divine tests of the god of defense are indeed targeted, even with Han Feng's lively temperament, he can't help but feel a little lonely at this time. . .
Han Feng thought of Professor Tang Yuehua's own way of music, he had nothing to do, so he thought it would be good to use it for entertainment, but where did the flute come from in this crater?
Han Feng had no choice but to rely on himself. He took aim at a piece of obsidian that looked pretty good, and planned to make a stone flute.
But when Han Feng was about to make a move, he suddenly found that on the back of his right hand, at some point, a mark of a golden red fire lotus appeared!
Not to mention, Han Feng has been soaking in the magma for the past ten days, and he really didn't pay attention to his right hand. Coupled with the cover of the magma, Han Feng really didn't know the change on the back of his right hand—until he found out Afterwards, Han Feng just noticed that this fire lotus seemed to be absorbing the power from the magma, and became brighter and more holy!
If someone else encountered this kind of thing, they would definitely be shocked, but Han Feng was very calm.
Han Feng has never seen this fire lotus before, but he has the mark of the Ice God on the back of his left hand, and the mark of the God of Defense between his eyebrows. This fire lotus is so similar to those two!
"Tsk!" Han Feng tutted lightly, rolled his eyes, and asked dryly, "Come again!?"
Han Feng didn't procrastinate, and asked the God of Defense directly: "Old Yu! Let's talk straight! Which god is it this time!?"
"Ahem!" The God of Defense coughed, and although guilty, he did not hide it from Han Feng, and replied, "Vulcan!"
Han Feng didn't overreact, just nodded, and continued to ask: "So the god in the mouth of the Ice God is the God of Fire?"
"That's right!" The God of Defense replied affirmatively.
"Then...will you be able to tell me all the ins and outs of the matter after the fire lotus imprint is fully absorbed?" Han Feng asked without joy or anger.
"correct!"
Hearing this, Han Feng nodded, ignored the fire lotus imprint on the back of his right hand, let it continue to absorb magma energy, and began to make the Hei Yao stone flute on his own, and said by the way: "When the time comes, Yu Lao, please take care of me. With such a big commotion from the Ice God, if I attract a few more Title Douluo, I won't be able to bear it with my small body!"
"Don't worry about it! That time it was the Ice God's coming, and the momentum was naturally grand. This time, I called you into the God Realm, and the old man will help you cover it up a little bit, so no one will notice it!" The God of Defense swore affirmatively.
On the other side, Vulcan was a little dazed listening to the conversation between the old and the young. . .
"Is this solved?" Vulcan looked at the God of Defense and asked in a daze.
The God of Defense glanced at Vulcan, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, and said quietly: "This kid is very stubborn in his bones. Although he looks harmonious now, it's just for the sake of this old man. Just go! Whether you can let him inherit the gods of ice god and fire god depends on what you say!"
Vulcan grinned, waved his fist without worry, and said happily, "What's so difficult about this!? Who can't be tempted by the positions of two first-level gods!?"
Unexpectedly, the God of Defense just looked at Vulcan indifferently, without saying a word, making Vulcan's scalp go numb.
"Did I say something wrong?" Vulcan's smile gradually faded, and he asked hesitantly.
"Do you think Han Feng lacks a god position!?" The God of Defense asked back, his eyes fell on Han Feng, and he murmured with deep eyes: "Don't try to fool this kid! Instead of saying It is he who wants to inherit our god position, it is better to say that we want him to inherit our god position!"
(End of this chapter)
