Now, one thing Han Fei can be sure of is: this Ideal Palace is by no means simply about enhancing the power of the soul. If so, it would be too simple.
"If this ideal palace is only to enhance the soul power of the practitioner, in fact, a demon planting soul realm may be enough. Why do we need seven soul realms?
At this moment, Han Fei no longer cares about his ranking. If you don't become the first, or even if you become the first, but you can't do what you should do, you won't get the golden page.
"At least, he can't get the Canglong piece. And there are seven soul realms, does that mean there are seven golden pages?
If there are seven golden pages, it may be a set. Even if I get through the remaining few, I'm afraid I won't be able to collect all seven. Therefore, Han Fei rationally shelved his plan to collect golden pages.
However, what he is curious about is: the secret deep in the soul realm.
When I was in the secret realm of Yaozhi, maybe it was because I was demonized, so I missed what was finally revealed in the Soul Realm of Yaozhi.
However, if there are battlefield scenes in the Immortal Soul Realm, and dragons in the Canghai Soul Realm, what about the Prehistoric Soul Realm?
Thinking of this, Han Fei's desire to explore was directly aroused. After all, he was originally a very adventurous person. This point has not changed from beginning to end.
Outside the prehistoric soul realm, there is a large hole in the ground. This is somewhat similar to the way of entering a dungeon.
In front of the cave, a monument appeared.
Han Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw Li Daxian's name again. Only this time, Li Daxian's name was ranked first.
But Tang Yan, the number one in the Canghai Soul Realm, is not on the list at all.
Han Fei immediately glanced around. He had long been used to being watched and followed, and now it didn't matter. Anyway, those aristocratic families seem to have put aside their disputes for the time being.
Han Fei suddenly raised his hand: "Who has the information to buy?"
Luo Xiaobai: "Do I need to buy the prehistoric soul realm? We should have experienced it."
Han Fei: "I have some questions that I would like to ask."
¡°Swish, swish, swish!¡±
All of a sudden, five or six people jumped out.
Someone shouted: "I, my information is accurate."
Someone quickly said: "How accurate are you? I specialize in intelligence. I know everything about the prehistoric soul realm."
Someone shouted: "Han Fei, I have news about a wealthy family."
Unfortunately, Han Fei scanned around and did not find Wang Santie. This guy didn't follow up? Doesn't he want to be a dedicated intelligence officer?
However, Han Fei didn't care: Who should I buy from?
Han Fei pointed to the stone tablet and said, "If anyone can tell me who Li Daxian is, I can give him a soul crystal."
Immediately, someone was stunned for a moment.
Han Fei paid enough, but this Li Daxian didn¡¯t even know how many years ago it was. After so many years, who still knows who Li Daxian is?
Suddenly, Zhang Xuanyu said in surprise: "Why are you asking this person? Well, it seems that he is ranked second in the Canghai Soul Realm, but he is ranked first in the Prehistoric Soul Realm?"
Luo Xiaobai narrowed his eyes slightly and sent a message to everyone: "No, Tang Yan, the number one in the Canghai Soul Realm, is not on the list."
Everyone was stunned for a moment: Yes! Even a pervert like Han Fei couldn't get first place in Canghai Soul Realm. As a result, it was taken away by a little-known Tang Yan.
This shows that this person must be extremely evil.
But, since that person is so evil, why is the prehistoric soul realm not on the list?
Li Luoluo immediately exclaimed: "That Tang Yan, it seems that the only one who is in the Canghai Soul Realm is on the list."
Luo Xiaobai: "There is also a problem with Li Daxian's ranking. The Demon Plant Soul Realm and the Immortal Soul Realm are not on the list. The Third Soul Realm and the Fourth Soul Realm are suddenly on the list, and one is second and the other is first, which is also extraordinary."
I heard someone helplessly say: "I'm afraid no one in the entire Ideal Palace knows who Li Daxian is He may be an extremely talented person in the long river of time. However, it has been so long, history has long been annihilated, and there is no way to verify it. ."
Han Fei was not disappointed. Even he himself was so suspicious. He was just curious.
Han Fei laughed and said, "That's it who told me that among the three secret realms, Tang Yan and Li Daxian are also ranked well. However, the price is one low-level soul fruit per person."
The low-level soul fruit has long been of no use to Han Fei and the others. Therefore, he didn¡¯t have to save anything, it didn¡¯t matter if he gave it all away.
After saying that, Han Fei had thrown out six low-level soul fruits.
 ??Soso. There seemed to be people fighting in all directions. However, the view was blocked by an arc-shaped slope in front.
Han Fei: "Let's go and have a look."
Crossing the curved slope, Han Fei was shocked to find that there was a rabbit as fast as lightning. The one closest to me was fighting a rabbit.
"But the rabbit can jump and flash. Because of its high speed, it can occasionally sneak attack on intruders. Therefore, it seems that rabbits are not very weak.
Of course, in the eyes of Han Fei and the others, he is not very strong.
Although the chance of death in the soul realm is very high, you can kill people and steal treasures. However, anyone who can stay here to hunt rabbits is obviously not a strong person. How can any strong person know how to hunt rabbits? Of course, no strong man would rob these boring people.
Those who can rob each other are mostly equal in strength. No one is any higher than anyone else, so the probability of falling is small.
Han Fei pinched his fingers and pointed to the woods in the south and said: "Over there, go to the woods first. In this vast grassland, there are just ordinary creatures."
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