Chapter 2970

The five gods were indifferent and waited patiently for the results. So many people enter the five elements sky, as long as two people come out, that's enough. As for who dies and who lives, or all fall, the five gods don't care at all.

However, the friars in the five elements days cannot be so indifferent. In the face of the words of the 100 statues, every friar wanted to find out what happened in the secret door and what secrets were hidden in the secret door.

"Boom -"

After the 25th statue broke, the space shook violently. Han Fei presented a white and bright screen with 25 dark gray dots on it.

"EH -"

The dead breath in front of the body did not disperse. Instead, it became very rich and surging, but it was difficult to escape the control of the white screen.

To be exact, that's not a screen. It's a white mass of air.

At first glance, the white air mass is flat. However, after staring for a moment, you can clearly feel the waves and clouds. The white air mass condenses into the screen, and the twenty-five dark gray dots are particularly prominent.

Han Feiyue looked more and more frightened. His mind and eyes fell on the twenty-five gray dots and quickly hooked together, which was actually consistent with his route.

"Nebula map?" If you think of white clouds as the sky. The twenty-five gray dots are the stars. Those gray and black dots are scattered, as dazzling as nebulae in the sky. Staring for a long time will even produce an illusion, not looking at each other face to face, but looking up.

Stand under the stars and look up at the sky. Raise your finger and count. There are 25 stars.

"I'm Wu Ming!"

"I'm Zhang Di!"

"I'm Jin Liang!"

"I'm Bai Hai!"

……

When the mind crossed each dot one by one, Han Fei's images would emerge in his mind, and even their names would automatically appear in the mud pill palace.

Twists and turns, the mind crawls like a snake. The power of divine thoughts within the divine grid was originally integrated. Now it's different. A large number of mental forces are actually close to the nebula, with texture patterns.

"Boom -" this is not the sound of the statue breaking, but the mud pill palace, from the depths of the black paint.

Cultivate elixir field, mud pill palace and divine consciousness. Even if Han Fei doesn't practice hard, he knows the mud pill palace. The mud pill palace is like a dry well. No matter what your accomplishments are, the depths of the mud pill palace will always be black. Even if it is lit occasionally, it can only last for a moment. What about the end of the mud pill palace? Han Fei has thought about this problem more than once. However, Han Fei never found the answer.

Within the divine grid. The power of divine thought changes. Another sound came from the depths of the mud pill palace. Even if Han Fei's psychological quality was excellent, he was stunned by this continuous change for a time.

The roar lasted for a moment, gradually weakened, and then disappeared. Shennian looked at the white clouds again. The gray dots were still there, but he could no longer hear the voices of Wu Ming and others.

The gray dots became ordinary again, returned to ordinary, and lost the previous magic.

However, the white clouds in front of me are still there. Even when Han Fei was distracted. The white cloud widened a lot, and the death became thicker.

There are 100 statues here. After passing through 25 statues, white clouds appear to form a curtain wall.

Obviously, if you want to go further, you must pass this barrier.

After death, the spirit of life is still strong. If you want to look back, you need to face the strong air of life and the waves. The degree of sleepiness is not small at all.

In essence, the Qi of life is no different from the gray Qi of death. From entering the archway, Han Fei's body was always at the junction of the Qi of life and the Qi of death.

The Qi of life and the Qi of death fight, but Han Fei is caught in the middle. If the frame is pulled off, it will be immediately retaliated by the other party, and vice versa.

Behind him is the breath of life, and in front of him is the breath of death. Step forward, step into death, step back, the rich infinity of the Qi of life. Han Fei doesn't like the feeling of being on the edge of life and death.

But this is a secret door. This is a five-day test. Han Fei has no choice. In other words, Han Fei can't decide everything here. In a sense, monks who enter here must accept the arrangement of the secret door. You can do whatever you are asked to do.

No attack!

This should be a good thing. However, Han Fei is not used to it. Facing the unknown secret door, Han Fei can feel more secure if there are many dangers.

However, since I entered the archway, I have not encountered any danger.

When you see those gray statues. Han Fei has prepared for the worst. However, Han Fei's preparation failed, and each statue collapsed in the dark, but did not cause any damage to himself.

Is this normal?

abnormal!

At least. Han Fei, who is used to facing danger, doesn't think so. The 25 statues that collapsed one after another not only didn't hurt themselves, but also told themselves a lot of information.

Han Fei directly ignored those personal information. Zhang Laosan. Li Laosi, it doesn't matter what realm of cultivation is. They have fallen, and their credibility is greatly reduced by the little news left by the remnant soul.

However, one thing is certain that if you can stick to the end and face the 100th statue, whether you win or fail, you may become the 101st statue.

Of course, there is another possibility - to get out of the secret door by yourself.

The white fog screen did not attack Han Fei, and even did not lead the dead spirit to attack actively. Such a situation is more or less beyond Han Fei's expectation.

The attack is bound to happen. Just when to attack. How to launch the attack is unknown.

The unknown is the most terrible.

For the great God realm friars, they know more and don't know less. However, when people are inside the secret door, they can't move as they like, let alone other things.

For a long time. Han Fei slowly raised his right hand over his head. Ten color fire flickered between his five fingers and pushed it towards the white fog.

Tempt!

The successive destruction of 25 statues can not be said to have nothing to do with themselves, of course, it can not be said to be completely related.

"Poof -"

The right hand claps, the speed is very slow, falls on the white air mass, and makes a light sound.

The sound is very small and insignificant. However, when he shot, he looked nervous and solemn, like a great enemy.

"You are too weak!"

Han Fei raised his head again. The white fog was still there, but I didn't know when there was a giant in white.

The giants were very tall. When they looked at Han Fei, they looked disdainful.

"Disgusting!" Han Fei almost spit out when he saw that face. Han Fei never judges people by their appearance. However, when he saw the giant's face, Han Fei couldn't help shaking.

After a few seconds of meditation, Han Fei suddenly heard Zhen Cheng's voice. However, the voice hovered above his head, and it was uncertain where Zhen Cheng was.

Who the hell is that sound? Why does he despise himself so much. Han Fei frowned and thought about the next smart party!