final.

The sculptors are all honest.

Even the Red Leaf Sect Master went to confine himself without expression.

Um……

And at this moment.

Han Feng took a deep breath and stepped into this so-called spiritual tower.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Light and shadows scatter.

At the moment he entered, Han Feng felt that his dispersed mental power was instantly pressed together, and the range was compressed into the size of a beam of light and shadow.

A strong sense of oppression came from all directions.

That feeling...

You may not be able to hold on at any time.

Fortunately.

Han Feng stopped, stabilized the mental power of the same size as the beam, stopped moving, and stayed for more than ten seconds, and finally adapted to the environment.

Um……

Better.

then.

He took another step.

boom!

Endless mental power came again, like a sharp blade, constantly oppressing Han Feng, constantly stimulating, like a demon opening his mouth to suck his soul.

therefore.

The only thing Han Feng can do is be stable! Stable! Stable! Stable!

A man should be like this!

for a long time.

Han Feng adapted to his state and passed the first level. His mental power had actually increased some time after being baptized by the first level.

"Is this the Tower of Spirit?"

Han Feng was amazed.

With his divine power, he naturally would not be limited to the first level, but he was a little unable to adapt to such a tight state for the first time.

Um……

really.

Han Feng quickly got off the skill and began to sweep.

The second floor, pass.

The third floor, pass.

The fourth floor, pass.

now.

He is like an old driver, freely advancing and retreating, and at ease.

only.

When he reached the fifth level, Han Feng clearly felt a strong impact, and his E-level divine power was disintegrated in an instant...

Defensive crash!

"not good."

Han Feng's face changed slightly.

If the mental defense collapses, the next step is to test your will!!!

really.

The world in front of you is changing.

Under the influence of mental power, an extremely strong sense of immersion emerged, and Han Feng couldn't help but immerse himself in it, bringing a sense of sadness.

The brothers and sisters are all very good...

Only Han Feng wanders in big cities...

No support.

A room that costs 800 yuan a month is rented per month, with only one bedroom, 996 yuan a day to get off work, so improve? How can I get time and resources...

Object?

Who likes him?

never mind.

Let's live like this.

Until one day, Han Feng realized his concern and walked onto the rooftop...???

"That's it?"

Han Feng was a little disappointed.

He was originally curious about what this illusion was like, but in the end this illusion could only dig out the outermost things...

Um.

It's Xiao Hanfeng's.

therefore.

Where does Han Feng feel the sense of immersion?

Although everyone is 996, Han Feng, who lives in modern times, obviously will not be so miserable. Without the pressure of survival, there is no worry...

Free and fearless.

Except for facing the bad face of Party A every Monday, it is also fine at other times.

Although everyone is very good-looking, in this era of strength, Xiao Hanfeng's appearance is not very useful, but Han Feng is different...

In the era of entertainment until death, even if you don’t have culture or knowledge, you can make your debut...

Only you have a handsome face.

Furthermore.

Although no one has a partner, for modern Han Feng, there are no stupid creatures with three dimensions, and the young ladies in the game...

Don’t the coconut sheep carving master rushes the ducks and dadas and they are good?

What object do you want!

Foolish!

Therefore, it is a joke to use this illusion to attack Han Feng!!! This is simply something tailor-made for Xiao Han Feng...

Hmm.

Is it because it's just the fifth floor?

Bang!

Han Feng easily passed the fifth floor and stepped into the sixth floor.

...

“Huh?”

Outside the Spirit Tower.

The illusionist looked at it in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Chen He asked curiously with melon seeds on his back.

"With Han Feng's mental power, he has reached the fourth level... The fifth level should be purely relying on his will, just like you..."

The illusionist said in a deep voice.

Why?

Chen He looked up and looked, "But he seems to be on the sixth floor now."
To be continued...