Dou Po: Lord of the Great Thousand

The night is dark.

With the plan in mind, Lingchan and Tang Ling elaborated a few more words and promised to send her to Linghu Lake tomorrow. Then they got up and left, preparing to meet several tribes tomorrow.

After Tang Ling sent Lingchan away, he thought back to what he had just said when he talked about the Spirit Clan's clan records.

Although the clan records of the Spirit Clan are not missing, the time they began to be recorded was after the ancient Tuoshe Emperor. Moreover, according to Lingchan, the contents of the clan records are basically the changes of the Spirit Clan over the years.

, there are very few things related to the outside world.

"The Ling Emperor was a disciple of the ancestors in the past. Logically speaking, the Spirit Clan's existence will not be so far behind the Ice Clan!" Sitting at the table, Tang Ling looked out the window and spoke with a faint look.

There is a huge gap between the ancient Emperor Tuoshe and the era of Emperor Ling and others.

"So, did the seniors of each race consciously delete the records of that period of time, or was it the work of the ancient Emperor Tuoshe, as the remnant soul of Luan Luan told the story?"

As he learned more secrets, he felt more and more that the last Dou Emperor on Dou Qi Continent did not seem to be that simple.

However, if you want to find out the truth about those years, I am afraid only those who lived back then can tell them clearly.

Tang Ling's eyes swept across the spirit lake, and at this moment, his shining eyes seemed to penetrate the misty lake water...

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Early the next morning, Lingchan, who left yesterday, came again.

And because he was going to meet other people from the Imperial Clan later, the two of them didn't talk much. After exchanging a few words of greetings, Lingchan was in front and Tang Ling was behind, and they walked towards the huge Ling Lake.

At the same time, in the reception hall of the Spirit Clan, people from all races were slowly getting ready. Only they knew what everyone was thinking.

Spirit Lake.

When Tang Ling stepped into it, he felt an indescribable comfort. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and slowly opened his hands.

"There is no danger in the Spirit Lake, but starting from here, going down, the vitality of the sky and the earth will become more and more abundant. Moreover, the purity of these energies will also increase to an extremely terrifying level."

When Chan saw this, there was a bit of satisfaction in her eyes, and she explained to Tang Ling with a smile.

"Scary?"

After recovering from the comfort of being enveloped in pure energy, Tang Ling also noticed Lingchan's words. Being called terrifying by the other party, I am afraid that if he wants to reach the bottom of Lingchan today, it will be harder than he imagined.

So easy.

"certainly!"

Lingchan nodded and said proudly: "Spiritual Lake is the foundation of the world-protecting formation, and what level of power do you think is needed to support the operation of the formation and protect the entire spiritual world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ling nodded suddenly.

The spiritual world is different from the mysterious ice world. To exert 100% of the power of the mysterious ice world's protective formation, it depends on the spiritual formation cultivation of the people in the main formation. Although it will also draw the heaven and earth from the mysterious ice world

Energy, but not much is needed.

The spiritual world is different. There are no high-level spiritual formation masters. If the spiritual tribe wants to operate the formation, unless they rely on the fighting spirit in the clansman's body, they can only rely on the majestic energy in the spiritual lake.

Tang Ling didn't know how powerful the spirit world's protective formation was, but comparing it to the Ice Clan, even if its power was slightly weaker, it was not something that the current Spirit Clan's Fighting Saints could afford.

The energy level of heaven and earth deep in Ling Lake...

Tang Ling couldn't help but clicked his tongue, I'm afraid it was at least close to the level of Dou Qi of the Seven or Eight Star Dou Saints.

"Your current strength is not even that of a half-saint..."

Lingchan said, pointing to the surrounding water of Linghu Lake, and said: "You can feel very comfortable here, but as you go deeper, you will feel unimaginable huge pressure. When you reach Linghu Lake

At the end of the day, the pressure there makes it difficult even for me to stay there for several days.”

"In that case, what about Bing Lao?" After hearing Lingchan's words, Tang Ling asked curiously.

As far as he knew, Bing Lao had been in seclusion in this spiritual lake for more than half a year.

Time. And Bing Lao's strength, before entering the Spirit Lake, was only at the level of a two-star fighting saint.

Hearing this, a look of helplessness immediately appeared on Lingchan's face. She shook her head and said, "To be honest, I don't know much about it. However, I think it must be related to the treasure left by the Ice Tribe's predecessors!"

"Is that so..."

Tang Ling nodded thoughtfully, becoming even more curious about the treasure Lingchan mentioned.

Seeing Tang Ling's expression, Lingchan understood what he was thinking. She immediately smiled and said, "Although I have never been able to see that treasure, the Ling clan has been able to recover to its present state after two disasters over the years.

His strength depends entirely on the energy crystal condensed from that treasure. If you can bring it out during this trip, I hope you can let me see it."

"Senior, don't worry." Tang Ling was confident.

On the other hand, when Lingchan saw Tang Ling agreeing, after pondering for a moment, she pinched the two fingers of her right hand out of thin air, and a bright green light appeared in her hand.

"This is the Qingling Green Light, a gadget of our Spirit Clan. If you encounter something difficult to handle at the bottom of the Spirit Lake, you can use it to call me."

After finishing her words, Lingchan flicked her hand, and the blue light holding the spirit left her hand, flickering in the lake before hovering in front of Tang Ling.

"Lingling Qingguang?"

Tang Ling glanced at the brilliant green light, and after a moment's thought, he raised his hand and grabbed it.

Seeing Tang Ling accept it, Lingchan also had a flash of relief in her eyes, and said: "People from all races are still waiting for me, so I won't send you to the bottom of the Spirit Lake. With your strength, I think the depth of the Spirit Lake is

The pressure you feel here should be nothing to you, right?"

Lingchan also heard about Tang Ling's strength from Lingdie.

Hearing this, Tang Ling nodded slightly.

He knows his own strength. No matter how great the pressure in the Spirit Lake is, it is just pressure. With his soul power at this time, it is not difficult to reach the bottom of the Spirit Lake.

"That's good!"

Lingchan nodded and opened her mouth to talk about the agreement she had made with Bing Lao, but after thinking about it, she sighed quietly in her heart and turned around and left Linghu Lake without saying anything more.

The fact that Tang Ling came to the spirit world when she knew the Soul Clan's strength and plan was enough to show her attitude. If she used this matter to talk more, she would be too unsatisfied.

"What did she want to say just now?"

Watching Lingchan leave, Tang Ling couldn't help but frown slightly when he thought of her hesitant look when she left.

Compared with the conversation between the two yesterday, although Lingchan didn't feel as sad as yesterday after learning about the soul clan's strength, it obviously made him feel a lot more entangled.

However, he only thought about it briefly and put it aside temporarily.

The most urgent task is to reach the bottom of the Spiritual Lake as soon as possible and meet the Xuanbing Saint who has not been seen for a long time. As for the Spiritual Clan, the matter of contact still has to fall on the latter.

Having made up his mind, Tang Ling concentrated his mind, and the power of his soul filled the air. While wrapping his body, he rushed towards the depths of the Spirit Lake.

Linghu Lake is huge, and Tang Ling has long seen this in the outside world.

But when he really rushed toward the bottom of the Spirit Lake with all his strength, he realized what the scene was like in the Spirit Lake.

Different from the gurgling ripples on the lake surface and the lake surface that fluctuates with the wind, the water in the Spirit Lake is like a pool of stagnant water, even though the lake water is transformed by the pure vitality of heaven and earth.

There were no fluctuations in the lake water. As Tang Ling went deeper, the pressure became more and more intense, and at the same time, his perception of the outside world was disappearing one by one.

The first was hearing. It was a stagnant water, like a sinking abyss. Even if Tang Ling passed quickly through it, it would be difficult to create even a single ripple. All of this completely cut off the transmission of any sound.

Then, the color of the lake became darker and darker. When Tang Ling felt the power of his defensive soul and was under pressure from the powerful Dou Sheng, everything within his sight was completely black.

"Interesting! Sound,

Light, what else can the lake here absorb?"

Tang Ling lowered his head slightly and looked forward. A foot away there, there should have been the burning white light of the Xuantian Ice Flame on his finger.

But in the depths of the lake, all light and sound have completely disappeared.

That is not a cover, but an absorption, an invisible absorption from the entire lake.

By now, Tang Ling understood that the current Linghu Lake was no longer the same as the Linghu Lake when Lingchan came down.

The reason lies in the Xuanbing Saint.

In other words, at the bottom of the Spirit Lake, the huge formation that Lingchan discovered in the past is now in operation.

"What is Mr. Bing doing? Or is this something he did intentionally after he noticed that I came in?"

Some speculations flashed in Tang Ling's mind, but the speed of the dive did not slow down because of this. Instead, it became a little faster under the increasingly powerful pressure.

At the same time, at the bottom of Linghu Lake.

This place was completely opposite to where Tang Ling was.

In the entire lake bottom, light appeared from nowhere, illuminating the entire lake bottom like daylight.

Under the lake water, the entire lake bottom is covered by a crystal layer like crystal.

These crystal layers show a transparent ice blue color, and are faintly visible in the depths of the ice layer, covered with dense formations. These formations are shining with little stars.

Where the formation patterns converge, in the center of the bottom of the Spirit Lake, the Xuanbing Saint with his white hair tied behind him sits quietly on the crystal layer with his eyes slightly closed.

After a long time, Xuanbing Saint's eyes suddenly opened, and his ice-blue pupils stared directly at a place ten feet in front of him, reflecting a scene that was completely different from the depths of this spiritual lake.

"Is Tang Ling here? You are more anxious than me..."

The old voice sounded from the bottom of the spiritual lake. Where the Xuanbing Saint looked, ripples in the void appeared, and an invisible wave was transmitted along with it.

The Xuan Bing Saint seemed to have heard something incredible, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "He is still young, is it too early to do so?"

"Buzz!"

Another invisible wave came out, and the Xuanbing Saint was immediately startled, with surprise on his face: "The Great Perfection of Heaven? This child is even better than I expected."

When the being who existed in nothingness heard the words, after being silent for a while, another wave of waves came out. But this time, compared to the previous two times, there were intermittent sounds.

"Time...is far away. Although...erased..., it is...difficult...to maintain..."

Hearing this, Saint Xuan Bing sighed slightly and said, "I understand."

After receiving the reply, the ripples slowly dissipated, and the silence that had just happened once again returned to the bottom of the entire spiritual lake.

The scenery reflected in Xuanbing Saint's eyes also slowly dissipated at this time.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to pass through the moving formation above his head, and he saw Tang Ling, who was speeding towards where he was.

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"laugh!"

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air in his ears, causing Tang Ling to shudder at the figure he had charged before.

The next moment, his body subconsciously retreated several feet back.

When he stood still and looked around, the darkness in front of him gradually changed.

The red mountains rise with a fiery aura.

Although he was clearly in the spiritual lake, Tang Ling's eyes scanned the depths of the mountain peaks, but his eyes saw the burning flames.

"Is it a phantom formation..."

The sudden change of scene in front of him shocked Tang Ling's heart, and he unknowingly became more vigilant.

Over the years, especially during the time in the depths of the boundless ice sea, he has personally experienced countless formations, and even broken countless formations himself.

among those formations

, phantom formations are also rare.

However, since he first entered the formation at the bottom of the Spiritual Lake, he noticed that it seemed to have some existence that he had never understood compared to the illusory formations he had experienced.

And just when Tang Ling was thinking about this difference, bursts of roaring suddenly echoed across the endless mountains that caught his eye.

In an instant, the mountains were shaken, the earth dragon turned over, and countless waves of fire rose into the sky from the mountains. For a time, the sky was covered with black smoke from countless flames, and a pungent and dizzying

The flavor just hits your face.

Before Tang Ling had time to see any changes in the mountains, his eyes once again turned pitch black. And with this darkness came intense pain deep in his soul.

That kind of pain is enough to tear one's heart out, and it's enough to annihilate anyone's sanity.

At this moment, Tang Ling's consciousness seemed to be plunged into endless darkness.

In the entire lake, there was only a faint sound of painful howling like wild beasts.

That howling lasted for who knows how long, and finally began to gradually weaken, and the owner of the voice seemed to be exhausted and left with the voice.

At the bottom of the Spirit Lake, when Tang Ling's first cry of pain rang out, the Xuanbing Saint sitting cross-legged showed deep worry in his eyes.

When the sound became weaker and weaker, his two palms subconsciously just grasped each other, not even noticing the pain of his fingertips piercing his skin.

"Tang Ling, you must push through!"