But he couldn't control it. Moreover, the Fan Jian is a low-grade real weapon flying magic weapon. Even if it was refined by him, it would be extremely difficult to control it with his cultivation.

The Fan Sword is getting taller and taller, and there is no shadow of the Tianxuan Sea around it.

At this time, there is no use to worry. Yang Feng sat down and tried hard to control the Brahma Sword with his spiritual sense.

After several more hours, Yang Feng finally mobilized his spiritual sense to control the Fan Jian.

Put the continued rising Buddhist sword flat and move forward in a straight line.

He still had no way to control the incense power of the golden seal. While Yang Feng was working hard to refine the golden seal, he swept out his spiritual consciousness again.

He wanted to see where he had already reached after these crazy rises over the past few hours.

This time, Yang Feng's spiritual consciousness swept out. A violent aura directly strangled his spiritual consciousness, and at the same time, that aura actually bombarded his sea of ​​consciousness through his spiritual consciousness.

It was like countless messy wind blades, mixed with gravel, rolled up and smashed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Yang Feng's face turned pale when he was bombarded by this attack, and the sea of ​​consciousness exploded, and he almost vomited blood.

"Space turbulence?"

Yang Feng screamed in horror. He didn't expect the Fan Jian to take him to such a high place.

Regarding the turbulence in space, Yang Feng still saw it on some messy jade slips collected.

Instead, it exists in a layer of space outside the atmosphere, which is between the atmosphere and the outer boundary void.
Chapter completed!