"good."
Yang Mi nodded slightly and then opened the fishing space.
Han Feng gripped the fishing rod, poured his mental power into it, and swung it gently. The mental power thread fell into the air and blew into the space. "Little fishing rod, how is this area?"
The fishing rod's voice trembled a little: "This seems to be deep in the cosmic graveyard. There are so many supplies around!"
Han Feng suddenly became excited: "What are they?"
Fishing Rod: "Broken islands, fragments of magic weapons, skeletons of strange beasts, etc., it is difficult to count them."
"I'm going to get rich."
Han Feng licked his lips, his eyes filled with heat as he stared at the silk thread.
With so many good things around, a fish should be caught soon.
At this moment, the fishing rod suddenly roared, "Fuck, something's happening!"
Han Feng was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"
Fishing Rod: "A black hole appeared here, covered with countless tentacles. This guy is frantically devouring the surrounding supplies."
"What?"
Han Feng was stunned.
What is this black hole?
Why did it appear in the center of the cosmic graveyard?
Suddenly, Han Feng thought of something.
When I was fishing yesterday, I found a black tentacle.
Could it be that this tentacle came from a black hole?
"There's a tentacle coming towards your mental power!"
The fishing rod roared anxiously.
Han Feng was startled and when he was about to withdraw his mental power, it was too late.
A black tentacle hit the mental power heavily, smashing it to pieces in an instant.
Han Feng only felt that his brain was hit by a heavy hammer, his soul body trembled violently, cracks appeared on the surface, and it almost broke apart.
"Forehead..."
Han Feng groaned in pain, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground.
"ah?"
Yang Mi was confused.
what happens?
Why did Han Feng vomit blood?
Yang Mi was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to Han Feng and asked with concern: "Han Feng, are you okay?"
"It's not a big deal."
Han Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, crawled up from the ground with a grin on his face, a trace of lingering fear flashed across his face.
That black tentacle is so scary.
That is, your soul body is strong enough.
If it were someone else, after suffering a mental shock, their soul would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
So here comes the question.
What exactly is a black hole?
Why does it feel several times stronger than the Void Beast?
Yang Mi looked at Han Feng and asked, "Do you want to continue fishing?"
"Close it first."
Han Feng sighed.
The soul body was seriously injured and could not use mental power for a short period of time, so it was impossible to fish.
Yang Mi immediately closed the fishing space.
Han Feng returned to the thatched hut, lay on the straw bed and thought for a while, then tried to contact Tiandao: "Brother Dao, are you there?"
The Heavenly Dao did not respond.
Han Feng did not give up and continued to contact.
"Brother Dao, I have something important to report to you."
"Brother Dao, please reply if you get it."
"Are you sleeping?"
"What are you doing? What's the big deal about answering me?"
“You fucking…”
【Do you want to scold me? 】
The voice of Heaven suddenly resounded in Han Feng's mind.
Han Feng chuckled: "I respect you very much, how could I scold you?"
Bai Chong: "Brother, you're lying! You've already cursed all eighteen generations of Tiandao's ancestors in your heart."
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
Han Feng glared at Bai Chong fiercely.
If Tiandao knew his true thoughts, he might even become stronger.
The white worm shut its mouth obediently.
What do you want from me?
Tiandao's voice sounded a little impatient.
Han Feng immediately said, "Just now, when I was fishing in the cosmic cemetery, I found a black hole. That thing is covered with tentacles. What on earth is this thing?"
[This is an existence you cannot afford to offend. If you see it in the future, run as far away as possible.]
Tiandao responded.
Han Feng frowned, "Can you explain it more clearly?"
[I don't know much about it, I only know it's a Chaos entity, possessing many incredible magical powers, even slightly more powerful than the Chaos Gods.]
Tiandao's voice was unusually solemn.
It is not difficult to judge from his words that he seems to be afraid of black holes.
How powerful can something be that even the Heavenly Dao is afraid of?
"hiss."
Han Feng took a breath of cold air.
"You're still too weak right now. Try not to go fishing in the cosmic graveyard in the future. If you run into that Chaos Entity again, you might lose your life."
A reminder from Heaven.
"Brother Dao, don't worry, I cherish my life very much."
Han Feng agreed readily.
I said that, but I didn’t really think that way.
The cosmic cemetery is the main source of supplies.
How can you just give up?
After communicating with Tiandao, Han Feng began to rest.
Time passed slowly, and fifteen minutes passed before I knew it.
After this period of repair, the soul body has basically recovered.
Han Feng stood up and walked out of the thatched hut, and ordered Yang Mi: "Open the fishing space."
"Aren't you injured? Can you still fish?"
Yang Mi looked a little worried.
"Dude, I'm a tough guy, so what's a little injury like?"
Han Feng raised his eyebrows.
"Are you a macho man?"
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