The Spirit of God Million Domain

"Little guy, you and I are destined to be together. You were able to pick up a soul bead I left behind back then. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sense you."

The young man looked at Xu Feng, with admiration in his eyes: "At the age of twenty-five, he is at the peak of the ninth-level spiritual emperor, and has a soul power of the sixty-ninth level."

"You are taking the strongest path, born with twin qi seas and ten spiritual veins. Even I have never seen such talents. You may be able to become the first person in the southern continent to have the opportunity to impact in nearly ten thousand years. A genius at that level.”

When Xu Feng heard this, he was no longer surprised.

Just now, the middle-aged man could see his twin Qi seas, and he obviously knew his cultivation and realm well. He was not too surprised.

Xu Feng also understood that the realm the middle-aged man was talking about might be the legendary spiritual god.

"In this case, I will also give you an opportunity. The eighth-grade formation on this dojo is the essence of my lifelong formation. If you can understand it, there is a high probability of it."

"In the future, you will definitely have a place among the formation masters in the entire southern continent." Xu Feng did not feel that the middle-aged man's words were exaggerated.

On the contrary, only those who know the formation know how terrifying the eighth-grade formation in front of him, which combines thousands of formations, is.

"I can't teach you much right now. After all, I'm just a spirit of formation. The only thing I can teach you is formation."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the void around him gradually dissipated.

Xu Feng's eyes changed slightly, and he saw a middle-aged man not far away. His eyes showed anticipation, and the surrounding formations began to tumble.

"Look carefully. Next, I will demonstrate to you all my understanding of the formation." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he began to move his hands.

The surrounding spiritual energy began to roll, and the entire Ming family's "dojo" was tumbling. The majestic spiritual power continued to flow, and everyone in the dojo was surprised.

"What's going on? Why do I feel that the spiritual power I suddenly absorbed has become more intense?" Xiao Yicai opened his eyes, and the sword light on his body flickered.

He was constantly comprehending the Dao Heart of the Sword, but found that the energy of the Dao Heart around him continued to gather, and the aura on his body continued to rise.

"No matter what, I'd better absorb it as soon as possible to improve my strength.

"The corner of Xiao Yicai's mouth was filled with cold murderous intent, and when he thought of Xu Feng, he felt murderous intent in his heart.

"Hmph, I want to see how long you can be a turtle. Don't give me a chance, otherwise I will make you die miserably." Xiao Yicai has never failed.

However, as Xu Feng appeared, he found that Ming Wan'er had no emotion towards him. Today when he greeted Ming Wan'er, the latter didn't even talk to him.

He even saw some disgust for him in Ming Wan'er's gentle, watery eyes.

Thinking of this, cruelty appeared on his face.

"I pursue you, but if you don't agree, no one else can get what I can't get. No matter what, you are mine." Xiao Yicai's face looked ferocious.

Some gloomy light emerged from the Sword Dao Heart in him. It is clear that the heart of the sword is awe-inspiring and upright, but his heart of the sword is a bit cold.

"God is really helping me. It seems that I can temper the Fire and Thunder Dao Heart in three hours." Mingtang had a rich smile on his face.

He didn't care much about the commotion in the dojo. Anyway, he doesn't have the ability to take care of these nonsense now. The only way is to improve his cultivation and strength.

When his two levels of Fire and Thunder Dao Heart filled the air, the violent aura gradually emerged from his body, and his eyes showed a faint smile.

With his fourth-grade spiritual cultivation, he has condensed two half-fire thunder hearts. In the entire Ming family, except for Ming Wan'er's bloodline being stronger than his, he thinks that his talent is the strongest.

To understand the true meaning, Ming Zhen and others also raced against time to practice.

"It won't be long before my Taoist heart breaks through the third level, and I have to be prepared to face the catastrophe." Ming Wan'er's gentle face showed some caution.

She knew very well that the triple heavenly tribulation was terrifying. She is now only a third-grade spiritual master. If she wants to deal with the third level of heavenly tribulation, she may have to go all out.

Moreover, it is possible to resist with the help of defensive spirit treasures. But no matter what, she will persist and she must succeed.

"Master, what's going on? Why do I feel that there are some changes in the dojo? It seems that the cohesion is stronger?" Mingda stood next to Mingming, with some confusion on his face.

Why are there so many variables in the "dojo" this time? I don't know who is about to face a triple disaster over there, and there are waves of commotion in the dojo here.

Ming Lang stood there, his eyes slightly narrowed: "No, but the formation of the dojo is changing, maybe it is changing in a good direction."

"According to the current changes in the formation, maybe in the future our Ming family's dojo will become a better dojo than the four peaks." Ming Lang said slowly.

No one is more familiar with the "Dojo" than him. Back then, he practiced in the "Dojo" for three days and three nights. He knew that this "Dojo" was actually the legendary eighth-level formation.

However, in the entire Seventy-two Peaks area, there is no formation master who can understand such a complicated eighth-grade formation.

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Boom!

The figure of the middle-aged man became fainter and fainter, and the aura on his body began to disappear. There was a smile on his face: "How is it? How do you like it?"

Xu Feng's face showed confusion at first, and he nodded: "I still remember everything... No... I only remember half... No, I seem to have forgotten everything now..."

Xu Feng's face changed from confusion at the beginning to enlightenment at the end. All the eighth-grade formations were just formations. What he needed to remember at the beginning was the middle-aged demonstration in front of him.

However, what he needs next is understanding, his understanding of the formation. In the end, what he really understood was that he needed his own understanding of the formation.

"Hahaha... funny little guy, maybe we will meet again." The middle-aged man looked at Xu Feng with appreciation, with a smile on his face.

As his voice gradually disappeared, his figure turned into an inherited formation spirit, rushing into Xu Feng's mind.

Xu Feng only felt that there were many more formations in his mind, and those formations among them were extremely profound. He had received the inheritance from the formation master in his previous life, but none of them were as powerful as these formations.

He knew that these formations were inherited by Emperor Lingwu throughout his life. The spirit of the formation just now was actually the formation inheritance of Emperor Lingwu during his lifetime.

However, Emperor Lingwu used the spirit of the formation to preserve all of this.