After Han Fan read the contents on the stone tablet, as if some mechanism had been triggered, the contents on the stone tablet began to disappear. Han Fen hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to recall.

Fortunately, as the level of spiritual practice improves, various aspects of the body have improved a lot. Photographic memory, which is defined as a genius, is commonplace in the spiritual world.

Zihuan is a relatively special illusion magical power, which belongs to the acquired magical power category. The special thing is that it is a long-lasting magical power, which belongs to the auxiliary type. If used well, it can kill people invisible.

Zihuan requires a large supply of spiritual energy. If it is the supply of Confucian text power, Han Fan still does not know the proportion of consumption. The range of Zihuan's release is the area that can be reached by spiritual consciousness. As the realm of Zihuan increases,

, the scope of illusion coverage will also be expanded accordingly.

It is precisely because of the huge consumption of purple fantasy that Han Fan has experienced some strange phenomena many times in the fantasy world. This is all because the remaining energy of the stone tablet can no longer control the purple gas of the purple weeds to cast spells on Han Fan.

Practicing Zihuan will also slowly enhance the spiritual consciousness of the practitioner. This alone proves that this magical power is not simple. Han Fen rubbed the corners of his mouth that were cramped from grinning, sat cross-legged and began to practice Zihuan.

…

At this moment, Sima Yan, who was also in the small world and only a hundred miles away from Han Fan, was in a flaming mountain. He was standing on a milky white boulder, surrounded by hot magma.

The strange thing is that there is a vacuum area around the boulder. The rolling magma will automatically bypass the boulder when it reaches it, as if it is spiritual.

Just like the sea water is separated from it, this unconventional phenomenon is astonishing.

I saw Sima Yan making secrets with his hands, constantly changing various gestures, and his body was filled with milky white flames that were the same color as the boulder.

Beside a lake covered with lotus leaves, there is an exquisite brick-red pavilion built, echoing the lotus leaves all over the lake. In the pavilion, a guqin is placed, and a woman in red dress with a figure that is almost transparent plays the piano and sings.

He stood behind the woman, motionless.

The bloodstains on Yanhua's chest and the corners of her mouth were still vivid in her mind, which made this peaceful and elegant scene seem a bit out of place.

When the sun shone in this small world again, Han Fen hurriedly got up and moved forward. What made him work so hard was not his dream or immortality, but his hungry stomach.

After a while, Han Fan walked out of the purple grassland. After a while, the familiar village in the distance made Han Fan's mouth twitch subconsciously. He rubbed his temples, feeling a little dizzy.

"Have you not walked out of the illusion? The realm within the realm?" Han Fan began to think wildly, and his mentality was a little unstable. If he did it a few more times, he would really collapse.

After arriving, Han Fen quickly walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain.

To Han Fen's relief, the village seemed to have been depopulated for a long time. Perhaps due to the material of the houses and the erosion of the years, the buildings in the village showed a dull cyan color, which was slightly different from the ones in the illusion before.

There was no red-haired man, and there were no cultivating children. Han Fen went into the houses one by one to check. It is worth mentioning that every house in this village has a big pot, about two meters in diameter. Han Fen imagined

The scene of people cooking in the village shook their heads and laughed. Should this village be called Dawei Village?

Thinking of his stomach, Han Fan's stomach began to growl again. Han Fan walked through the village, came to the foot of the mountain, and began to climb over the mountain. In the fantasy world, there would be a jungle after climbing over the mountain, and there would be strange beasts in the jungle that could fill his stomach.

After crossing the mountain, a forest that can still be called a forest comes into view. It has the same dull gray tree trunks as the previous village. There are no branches and leaves on the tree trunks, only bare branches. The whole forest presents a strange look.

of silence.

Han Fan suddenly thought of the female ghost from before and couldn't help but shudder. While being afraid of weird things kept him away, the strong feeling of hunger prompted him to move forward quickly to meet his needs.

After struggling for a long time, Han Fen finally chose to move on. He had overcome his fear once before and believed that he would be more experienced this time.

As they continued to move forward, some skeletons and white bones appeared in the dead forest. Han Fen had the courage to get closer and check. If there were any rings on his hands and a pendant around his neck, wouldn't it be beautiful?

But the result made Han Fan feel a little disappointed.

There are no giant trees that reach the sky deep in the forest, so there is no way to climb back to the village. Han Fan guessed that the illusion was not enough to support the creation of new scenes, so he connected the forest and the village. As long as Han Fan did not leave the illusion,

, it will keep going around in circles.

Walking through the dead forest, Han Fen clearly felt a heat wave in the air. It was early spring outside, and Han Fen's clothes looked a little thick. After a while, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he felt hungry.

It became more and more intense, and he began to think, was he going to starve to death here?

This may become the most aggrieved monk to die in the history of the world.

Continuing to move forward, a large hollow mountain appeared in sight. In the empty space, hot air visible to the naked eye continued to spurt out one after another, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

Logically speaking, there must be some powerful exotic grass growing in this mountain.

Han Fen suppressed his hunger and started to climb the mountain excitedly. Along the way, as the temperature increased, the soles of his feet and body began to feel hot. Han Fan had no choice but to gather the power of words to wrap his whole body.

After reaching the top of the mountain, Han Fan carefully stretched his head and looked down. A wave of hot air hit his face. Even with the protection of the power of words, Han Fan was choked with tears and his nose was a little sore.

At this time, Han Fen was lying on the edge of the cave entrance on the top of the mountain. After waiting for the hot air to spurt out, he hurriedly stuck his head out to check. He took a general look at the scene inside the mountain, and then hurriedly retracted his head. Just as he retracted his head, the next hot air spurted out.

When he came out, he smiled:

"You still want to burn me? That doesn't exist."

Han Fen observed that there was a sheet of magma in the mountain, but he seemed to see a white stone in the center of the magma, with a person standing on the stone, and the magma bypassed the stone on its own.

Han Fen scratched his head. Could it be that the world of cultivation can be attractive without abiding by it?

He took advantage of the gap between the hot air and looked around again. Han Fen suddenly found that the person looked familiar. After several confirmations, he was finally sure that the person was Sima Yan, his good friend from Zhulu Academy.

Han Fen was a little excited and thought about calling Sima Yan, but he was also worried that he was in the process of enlightenment. He was practicing well and could interrupt it, but once the enlightenment was interrupted, he would never be able to do it again.

He entered the state for the first time, and the milky white flames on Sima Yan's body didn't look like he was practicing.

After struggling for a while, Han Fen tried throwing a stone into the lava. If Sima Yan was practicing, he should be able to notice it. If he was meditating, the slightest movement would not be enough to wake him up.

Sima Yan didn't move, and Han Fen was a little discouraged. He turned over and lay down instead. Looking at his appearance, he didn't look like a god at all. The naughty kid in Xinghua Town also looked like this when he was hunting birds.

Han Fan was in a state of wandering mind, his mind filled with messy thoughts.

Night is about to come again, and inconspicuous stars can be seen dimly twinkling in the sky. Han Fen crosses his legs and sways his feet, just like he did on the banks of the Chunjiang River in Xinghua Town. The only flaw is that he is missing something.

Got a straw stick.

Life is everywhere, no matter how strong people are, their nature is still the same. Han Fan suddenly began to wonder: Why should we pursue immortality?

He made various assumptions, such as to be able to enjoy glory and wealth forever, to be able to live forever, to continue doing things that make him happy, to the simplest reason: not wanting to

die!

When he put these conclusions together and analyzed them, he found that there were only two possible purposes for immortality. The first was to enjoy happiness, and the second was because he did not want to die.

He smiled sarcastically, wondering why everyone is born with such a thing as the desire to survive. It felt like a ridiculous thing.

The gradual consumption of the power of words forced him to come back to his senses. Han Fen turned around and took another look. He saw that the milky white flames on Sima Yan's body had dissipated, and he was standing on the rock with his hands behind his back, as if he was observing something.

.

Following Han Fan's gaze, Sima Yan suddenly raised his head to check. Han Fan's reaction was not slow and he quickly retracted his head.

Han Fen tilted his head and thought for a moment. Could this guy be unable to get in?

"Fellow Taoist above, I wonder if I can do you a favor. I'd like to thank you very much." Sima Yan's loud voice came from the crater.

"Let me first hear how heavy your so-called "Thank You" really is?" Han Fen lowered his voice, pretending to be hoarse and mature.

"Senior, what do you want?" Sima Yan asked. He always felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't get the right number.

"I'm going to kill you." Han Fen said this while holding back his laughter. He covered his mouth and his stomach twitched. He couldn't hold it in anymore.

Sima Yan became angry when he heard it, and he didn't care whether the voice sounded familiar or not: "Your Excellency, you have such a loud tone. I want to see how you take my life."

"Just keep an eye on it."

After Han Fen finished speaking, he began to throw small stones down, one after another. Sima Yan thought at first that this was some hidden murderous move, so he stood ready and condensed white flames to meet the enemy.

It's just that those pebbles were melted by the intense high temperature of the white flame before they came into contact with it. He was a little dumbfounded and realized that he had been tricked. It was just that he was hiding the enemy in the open. No matter how many tricks Sima Yan had, he still didn't know the enemy.

There, he was a little annoyed because his energy was going nowhere.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? If you want to fight or kill, just be quick. What does this mean?"

Han Fen's writing power was constantly being consumed by the high temperature of the volcano. He didn't intend to joke anymore, so he held back his laughter and said in a normal voice:

"Sima Yan, I haven't seen you for a few years. I don't know how much my cultivation has increased. My temper has increased a lot."

"Han Fan?" After a moment of silence, Sima Yan asked with joy.

"It's me!" Han Fan lowered his head and glanced at Sima Yan, then hurriedly retracted.
Chapter completed!