Chapter 92 Swim Past

Hearing Xiao Fan's call, Ling Feng and Little Witch had any hesitation, they released their battle spirits and rushed toward the waterfall.

Sun Jue was extremely angry, but it was a pity that Lei Wenhu was injured by the broken soul palm, and a sense of powerlessness appeared all over his body, and he had to pin his hopes on several of his men.

But no matter how fast their speed, how could they stop Ling Feng and the little witch at the edge of the waterfall, and the two jumped out one by one, and instantly passed the restriction of the soul world, and fell towards the bottom of the valley.

"Second Young Master." The three men lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Sun Jue.

"Puff!" Sun Jue coughed up blood again and again, his eyes were red, and he stared at the bottom of the waterfall with canthus, where the mist was so full that he couldn't see through.

He was unwilling, angry, and more puzzled.

My own Sun family tried countless methods in the past three months, but couldn't break through the restrictions of the soul world, which naturally included the release of the battle soul, but in the end it was still unable to pass.

Why can Xiao Fan and the others enter, but they can't?

"War spirit?" Sun Jue's pupils shrank, and he understood in an instant, looking at two of his subordinates and said: "You should go and inform my father so that he must come as soon as possible."

"Yes, Second Young Master." Two of them were puzzled, but still didn't dare to violate Sun Jue's order. Sun Jue did not blame them. It was the greatest kindness to them.

If in normal times, with Sun Jue's character, the three of them would lose their skin if they didn't die.

Sun Jue gazed at the distant courtyard through the waterfall, a strange arc appeared in the corner of his mouth, and he muttered in his heart: "It seems that this time I have to thank you for the inheritance of the Emperor of War for my Sun family."

Just as Sun Jue thought, the Fatty and the others were able to enter precisely because their battle spirits were of high rank, and the weakest were the eighth rank battle spirits.

The only thing that puzzled him was that Xiao Fan's battle soul was only Rank 4, why could it pass through the soul world restraint.

Xiao Fan and his party fell into the pool and swam to the shore with difficulty. Xiao Fan lay on the ground and panted. Sun Juezhen was flying just now. He could be said to have been injured.

"Smelly hooligan, how are you?" The little witch looked at Xiao Fan worriedly.

"I can't die." Xiao Fan showed a bitter smile on his face. This time he really suffered a great loss. Not to mention the damage to his meridians, the ghost war soul was also hit hard.

Generally speaking, battle spirits are severely damaged, and to recover, they need a lot of talents, and they may not be able to fully recover.

However, Xiao Fan was fortunate that he had a white stone. The white stone could not only heal the physical injury, but also heal the battle spirit. Although this process was slow, Xiao Fan really felt that the ghost battle spirit was repairing.

Several people rested for half a cup of tea, stood up and walked towards the valley.

Towering old trees, misty mists, and aura of heaven and earth, this is undoubtedly a holy place for cultivation, but the minds of a few people are all placed on the courtyard in the middle of the small lake.

Sun Jue could think of it, and Xiao Fan naturally could think of it.

If this is really the tomb of the war emperor, then it is undoubtedly a great fortune.

After walking for an hour, Xiao Fan and the four came to the shore of the small lake. It was not that a few people didn't want to move on, but there was no way.

The lake is not bottomed, and a thin haze wraps around the water, like a dream.

"I'll try." Ling Feng stepped forward and released the fierce prison demon and phoenix battle spirit. Behind him, a pair of black wings appeared. His wings shook, and Ling Feng suddenly rose into the sky, like a big Peng. Swing up.

Xiao Fan and the others were nervous and excited. They hoped that Ling Feng could set foot on the Central Island, but in the same way, they also wanted to inherit their own.

Puff!

Before a few people could think about it, Ling Feng suddenly staggered and planted directly into the lake.

"What's the matter?" The fat man looked at Ling Feng like a roaring chicken incredulously.

Xiao Fan and the little witch frowned, couldn't they fly through?

Ling Feng swam ashore wetly, with an ugly expression on his face, staring at the middle of the lake and said, "The gravity in the lake is several times that on the shore. It is impossible to pass by the power of the battle spirit alone."

"With physical skill and combat skills?" The little witch was unwilling to say, seeing the inheritance of the battle emperor's level right in front of her, how could they give up.

"It should not be possible." Xiao Fan shook his head and looked at the lake to explain: "The shore is about three hundred meters away from the central island. Physical and combat skills consume a lot of soul power. It is impossible to fly in the air for a long time. , Gravity is several times that on shore, and it consumes more soul power."

Several people in Ling Feng nodded, Xiao Fan's analysis was reasonable, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.

"I thought of two ways for a while." Xiao Fan suddenly said, squinting at the lake.

"What way?" The fat man broke out.

"The first one, swim over, boss, I don't know what the gravity is in the lake?" Xiao Fan looked at Ling Feng.

"The gravity in the lake is greater than the gravity in the air. The gravity in the air is about five times that of the land, but the gravity in the lake is ten times." Ling Feng took a deep breath.

"It seems that it is a bit difficult to swim past." The fat man was disappointed.

Xiao Fan nodded. Although it is a bit difficult to swim past, it may not be impossible to try. Then he said: "The second method may be feasible, but it is necessary to find wood that can withstand ten times the gravity and make a small boat. On the road here, I observed that there is no such wood."

"Said it is the same as not saying it." The little witch curled her lips.

Xiao Fan didn't take it seriously, took off his coat and walked towards the lake.

"Lao San, don't you want to swim over?" The fat man looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, and even Ling Feng, Little Witch and Xiao Jin were surprised.

Withstanding ten times the gravity, it is not ordinary difficult to travel 300 meters in the lake water, and ordinary people simply cannot do it.

"I'll try it first." Xiao Fan smiled. For the time being, only this method has a glimmer of hope to reach the central island.

"Smelly rascal, don't be impulsive, what if you swim halfway and run out of energy?" The little witch worried.

"It's okay, I'll try." Xiao Fan nodded, he was not too sure, but he still had a glimmer of hope with the ghost war spirit.

After a few people speculated that there might be the inheritance of the war emperor and even the war saint here, they might really miss such an opportunity easily.

Xiao Fan was shirtless and jumped into the water with a puff. The next moment, the little witch looked forward in amazement, and saw Xiao Fan swimming towards the middle of the lake like a rain of arrows. The speed was incredible.

"Boss, you wouldn't deliberately lie to us?" The fat man looked at Ling Feng weirdly, and the little witch also showed suspicion.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Ling Feng's tone was cold, and he showed tenderness only when he faced the little witch.

The fat man gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to jump into the lake. What made him almost scolded his mother because his body sank straight into the lake. If it hadn't been for Ling Feng to pull him up, he would have become an underwater ghost.

"Grandma's, this is more than ten times the gravity, at least about fifteen times." The fat man spit out several salivas and yelled.

"It's time for you to lose weight." Ling Feng replied, and the three people and one beast's eyes turned to Xiao Fan again.