The power was almost so full that Han Feng's body exploded, but Han Feng showed no intention of waking up, which made Shui Henyao as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
But it was useless no matter how anxious she was, everything still depended on Han Feng himself, which made her helpless and desperate and said: "It's over! I didn't expect that I would be buried with him! God has failed me!"
"Stop screaming! Dissipate that power quickly, otherwise you will be buried with me!" Suddenly Han Feng's voice came out, and his face was painful and ferocious.
"Disperse!" Shui Henyao immediately dissipated her strength in excitement, thus preventing Han Feng from exploding his body with the force.
Han Feng was also in a ferocious state, his eyes regained their divine light, and then he looked at his body, only to see that most of his body was already buried in the ground, and he was being dragged by black bone hands.
"Water power, town!"
Han Feng couldn't help but think too much and directly sacrificed the five elements of water power. Among the five elements of water power was the cold power obtained from Nangong Youya's essence and blood.
In an instant, it was frozen directly.
"Jinli, break!"
After the ice was sealed, Han Fengxing used the five elements of golden power and the absolute dominance of the golden power to directly shatter the black bone hand, and even the swamp he was trapped in was opened up with a big hole.
When Han Feng saw this, he immediately jumped out.
But the moment he landed, his feet sank, and he was plunged into the swamp again. And as soon as he fell in, black bony hands emerged and held him tight.
"What a weird swamp!" Han Feng murmured, and used cold water to freeze it again, and then broke out of the swamp.
But when he jumped you out, he immediately covered his body with cold water, so that the place where he landed was directly blocked by ice.
In this way, he no longer fell into the swamp, but there was a look of surprise and fear on his entire face.
Because, he smelled the smell of the dead, which was the special smell emitted after the body rotted. This was very familiar to him who could transform and regenerate.
Frowning, he murmured: "Could it be that those black bone hands are all skeletons that died in this swamp?"
When he thought about it, he couldn't help being frightened and shouted: "If that's the case, this Death Swamp is really scary, and it deserves to be called a forbidden place!"
"What are you afraid of! As long as you don't walk on the swamp, you won't fall into it." Shui Henyao said disapprovingly.
boom--
In an instant, the water power in the kidneys filled Han Feng's body, but this time it was not too strong. It could only allow Han Feng to borrow the power of the Martial King Realm.
But this is enough.
Because in the King of Martial Realm, one can walk in the air.
But just as he jumped into the void, a strange force suddenly arose in this swamp, directly pressing Han Feng downwards.
Moreover, when he was pressed down and fell, even the strength of the Martial King Realm he borrowed from his strength was unable to withstand it.
But the strange thing is that after he was pressed to the ground, the power dissipated strangely, as if it no longer existed.
"Are you hallucinating again?" Han Feng was very confused at this time. He could hardly tell the difference between hallucination and reality.
"It's not an illusion, it's that there is a restriction in this swamp of death. It will restrict the steps in the sky, and I think it will also restrict the realm." Shui Henyao said while releasing a lot of power.
boom--
At that moment, Han Feng's borrowed strength from the Martial King Realm made him directly enter the Martial King Realm. But at that moment, the strangeness in the swamp emerged again.
Then, he directly attacked Han Feng.
Moreover, the incomparable domineering power, like the will of heaven and earth, made Han Feng, who had the strength of the Martial Emperor Realm, unable to bear it and spit out blood.
Suddenly he couldn't help but be afraid, and immediately shouted: "Senior! What are you doing! You want to confirm your guess, but you can't treat me as a guinea pig!"
boom--
As he shouted, Shui Henyao also lost some of his strength, allowing Han Feng to return to the strength of the King of Martial Arts.
In this way, the strange power dissipated, and everything returned to its original calm, strange and magical.
At this time, Shui Henyao also said leisurely: "My guess is really not wrong. If this restriction restricts the entry of strong men above the Martial King realm."
Han Feng didn't quite understand what he heard, so he asked: "Senior, is this kind of prohibition just a restriction?"
"Don't you understand?"
Shui Henyao's words were filled with aura, and then he continued: "Many strong men who are about to die will open up caves and return home, but they want to continue their inheritance, so they will set up such restrictions.
Let the person who is truly destined to get it instead of seeking a big power to possess it."
"But isn't the Martial King Realm already a very powerful existence?" This is the case in Qingzhou, so Han Feng was a little puzzled.
"What is the Martial King Realm? They are just like ants in the entire Cangyuan Continent. Even the strong ones in the Martial King Realm can only be considered strong." Shui Henyao said casually.
Upon hearing this, Han Feng suddenly became interested and asked weakly: "Senior, where did your true realm reach before?"
"Why should I tell you?" Shui Henyao.
"..." Han Feng was speechless, but he asked unwillingly: "What about my master? What level has he reached?"
"To be named the Ninth Immortal of Demonic Cultivator, what level do you think your master has reached?" Shui Henyao asked without answering.
"Emperor Wu?" Han Feng blurted out.
"Although you are called an Immortal, your master is not a Martial Emperor, and no one in the entire Cangwu Continent can ascend to the Martial Emperor's position." Shui Henyao said.
"Senior, I'm just asking about your realm, but why are you talking about this? What is there that you can't tell me?" Han Feng cried out speechlessly.
"I'm telling you because I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it. After all, an existence like me may be out of reach in my lifetime." Shui Henyao said proudly.
Han Feng wanted to hit someone when he heard that, and whispered with a dark face: "What's so cool about it! When I grow up, I won't be able to suppress you and scream!"
"Yeah!" Shui Henyao's voice was filled with suppressed anger. If she were tangible, her body would be shaking with anger.
"No! Senior, that's not what I meant. Don't think too much about it!" Han Feng realized something was wrong and immediately shouted in panic.
Fortunately, Shui Henyao was able to suppress her anger. She just snorted without being angry and ignored the white-eyed wolf Han Feng.
"call--"
Han Feng let out a heavy breath, stretched out his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, but there was still a look of panic on his face...