As the monks continued to retreat, the entire Glacier Valley soon became empty.
Apart from Wang Fan, Man Wushui, Luo Ru and those few Yungong disciples, there were less than ten people left.
Wang Fan ignored the monks who stayed here, but stared at the giant tree in front of him for a long time, then took a deep breath and punched it out.
He had been looking at it for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual about the giant tree at all. Even if he glanced back and forth with his mental power, it was still the same.
This giant wood is just like an ordinary wood, except that it is thicker and taller than ordinary wood.
But Wang Fan knew that this was impossible. If it were true, it would be impossible for so many treasures to be vomited out of this giant tree. So he planned to attack and see if he could detect any abnormalities or patterns.
Along with Wang Fan's punch, a strong fist blast spread out, and it hit the giant tree in an instant.
Under his bombardment, the giant tree made a loud bang, but it did not move at all. Wang Fan's punch, which contained 80% of the strength, could not shake the giant tree at all.
Wang Fan looked at this scene, only slightly surprised, and soon returned to normal.
In the past, so many people bombarded these giant trees together, but they could not leave any gaps in the giant trees. This shows that this giant tree is extraordinary.
If he could smash these giant trees with one punch, then there would be a real problem.
Wang Fan's fist hit the giant tree for only half a breath. With a buzzing sound, a circle-like ripple suddenly surged on the giant tree, and then an eighth-level spiritual grass filled with rich spiritual energy flew away.
come out.
Wang Fan's mental energy had always been on the giant tree, so he naturally felt this scene immediately.
His mental power swept over, but he could only find that the ripple was a top-level formation restriction. After the formation restriction, he could faintly see a deep black vortex.
But before he could investigate carefully, a crazy strangulation and devouring force had already surged in, strangulating and devouring his mental power without a trace in an instant.
This kind of strangulation and devouring immediately caused Wang Fan's mind to hurt, and he turned pale while spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He stared at the giant tree in shock, staring at the position of the whirlpool that had long since disappeared, with a look of fear and disbelief on his face.
What a terrifying strangulation and devouring power!
He was sure that if his mental power hadn't been extremely powerful, far superior to that of ordinary monks of the same level, he would have probably been turned into an idiot by the horrible strangulation and devouring he had done earlier.
The monks around him looked at Wang Fan in shock, and they couldn't believe their eyes.
Everyone knows that the ripples and whirlpools that appear on this giant tree cannot be detected with mental power, otherwise there is only a dead end. This is an iron law that countless predecessors have learned with their blood and lives.
However, Wang Fan not only used his mental power to detect those whirlpools, but he was not dead yet. How is this possible?
Man Wushui stared at Wang Fan nervously, with a speechless expression on his face.
Along the way, he had repeatedly told Wang Fan several times not to use mental power to detect the giant trees, especially the ripples and vortices that were bombarded on the giant trees. However, Wang Fan did not listen to him.
Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the shocked crowd, let alone Man Wushui, and didn't even take a look at the eighth-level spiritual grass that was spat out.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, grabbed a few pills, swallowed them, and then closed his eyes to recuperate.
His behavior made Luo Ru, who wanted to step forward to ask how he was doing, pause and not come over immediately.
Three days later, Wang Fan fully recovered from his injuries, but he discovered that his mental power was much stronger than before, not only becoming more solid, but also becoming more vigorous.
Feeling this scene, Wang Fan was immediately overjoyed. He punched again and punched out again.
Another whirlpool appeared, and while a pill was spit out, Wang Fan's mental power enveloped it.
Another terrifying strangulation and devouring force came, tearing his mental power apart and swallowing it into pieces. Wang Fan couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned pale.
However, he clearly found that he persisted longer this time than the last time.
Last time, he only lasted for half a breath, and his mental strength was already strangled and swallowed up. But this time, he lasted for more than a full breath.
Not only that, the injuries he suffered this time were obviously much lighter than the last time.
Wang Fan also did not pick up the spit out pill. He sat cross-legged on the ground again and began to recuperate. Two and a half days later, Wang Fan recovered from his injuries and stood up again.
In this way, Wang Fan kept attacking, kept investigating, kept getting injured, and kept recovering.
Two months later, his mental power had become more solid and powerful, and the duration of persistence had already increased from more than one breath to more than twenty breaths.
The treasures spit out from the whirlpool he blasted out also changed from one or two at a time to three, four or even several later.
Dozens of treasures have fallen around him, including high-grade spiritual herbs, elixirs, weapons, magic weapons, martial arts, etc.
It's just that although these treasures are good, there is nothing particularly exciting to Wang Fan, and he has not obtained any top-level treasures that defy the heavens.
During the past two months, several monks saw that Wang Fan was constantly using his mental power to explore the ripples and whirlpools, but their lives were not in danger, so they couldn't help but give it a try.
However, their ending was very tragic. Three of them were strangled and devoured, their entire heads shriveled up, and they died immediately. One of them became a complete idiot.
The tragic ending of the four people immediately caused other people who were eager to try to give up the idea of trying.
As for the dozens of treasures that fell around Wang Fan, although these people were jealous, no one dared to snatch them.
boom!
Wang Fan punched out again, and with a heavy sound, the ripple vortex appeared again, and at the same time, a scroll was spit out again.
However, the moment the scroll was spit out, Wang Fan's mental power had already penetrated crazily into the black vortex behind the ripples.
His mental power was constantly being strangled and devoured, and bursts of cramping pain were constantly coming from his mind, but he was still frantically investigating.
When the eighteenth breath passed, most of Wang Fan's mental energy that poured into the vortex had been strangled and swallowed up. At the same time, he also saw two things that were not moving at all in the black vortex.
He saw these two things very clearly. One was a small red axe. His mental power fell on it, and he felt a murderous chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
The other thing was a mass of something like paste, but this thing gave him a sense of comfort, and he felt a strong sense of vitality on it.
"Holy level weapon, vitality marrow?"
Wang Fan looked at these two things and his heart was shaking. He frantically used his remaining mental power and rolled directly towards these two things.
No matter what, he must get these two things, they are both things he needs very much! 17