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    Uh-huh!  Uh-huh!  The colorful stream of light transformed into two weapons at the same time, attacking Tang Xuan from two directions.  .  .  Tang Xuan's eyes shrank, the purple electric sword was unsheathed, and a phantom spear flew away with one strike. At the same time, his figure moved to dodge the attack of another phantom sword.  "Two weapons appeared at the same time." Tang Xuan took a deep breath, and the intensity of the attack became stronger and stronger. He could no longer dodge by relying on his body skills.  Tang Xuan, who had taken out his weapon, could easily handle it for now, but it would be hard to say if it continued. Who knew how far the attack from the Demonic Light Prison would reach. Tang Xuan spent 70% of his soul power on finding flaws in the Demonic Light Prison.  The other 30% is used to defend against attacks.  Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!  In the Demonic Light Prison, the sound of weapons colliding continued to sound, and the frequency became faster and faster.  Time continues to pass, and about half a stick of incense has passed.  Tang Xuan's forehead was covered with sweat.  There is the attack pressure brought by the Phantom Light Demon Prison, and there is also psychological pressure. Everyone has the idea of ????not admitting defeat. Even if Tang Xuan does not covet the so-called inheritance reward, he still wants to break through the Phantom Light Demon Prison instead of being dejected.  Being "killed" or failing for more than one incense time.  "How to crack this formation?" Tang Xuan has explored every inch of the entire Illusion Light Demon Prison with his soul power. The entire formation has been changing with no rules to follow. In addition, he has not studied systematically.  With knowledge of formations, the hope of breaking through the formations set up by a formation master is slim and discouraging.  "I shouldn't lose confidence. This is a test, and there is absolutely no hope of breaking it." Tang Xuan urged the knife to kill those negative emotions.  His eyes turned into a deep, calm pool.  One way of brilliance was shined in his pupils. Tang Xuan's soul was all urged. The soul brought not only the spiritual power, but also the enlightenment, memory, thinking, and thoughtfulness than ordinary people.  Gradually, Tang Xuan really saw some skills.  The reason why he was able to see some specious methods was because Tang Xuan had learned the art of inscription.  Inscriptions, in fact, can be said to be a branch of the formation, which eventually became popular.  Sit side by side with the formation.  To put it simply, inscriptions are inscriptions and formations engraved on certain objects. In essence, they still have the characteristics of formations.  "These five-colored rays of light, if used as inscription lines should be multiple repetitive combinations" Tang Xuan tried to decompose them again and again.  He uses his powerful memory.  Forcibly memorize every change in the formation.  Then proceed to detailed breakdown.  This method is just like the reverse argument he used to do math problems in his previous life.  Deducing the essence from phenomena.  After analyzing it again and again, the outline of the formation in Tang Xuan's head became clearer and clearer.  At the same time, the attacks in the Magic Light Prison also reached an extremely terrifying level.  At the same time, the formation transformed into five phantom light weapons and attacked, and the attack frequency reached three times in one breath.  ??That is to say, Tang Xuan had to dodge and block fifteen attacks in one breath.  Each of these attacks reaches the level of a strong person in the early stage of Yuantai Realm.  Now, even a real strong person in the middle or even late stage of the Yuan Fei Realm can't be distracted while standing here, not to mention that the difficulty of cracking the formation is so high.  This is no longer simply a test of combat prowess, but also a test of the strength of the soul.  Fortunately, Tang Xuan¡¯s soul is strong enough.  Even in such a high-density attack, he can still use at least half of his soul power to analyze the formation.  Time keeps passing.  The time for burning incense is almost up.  "Faster, faster!" Veins popped out on Tang Xuan's forehead and his eyes widened. This was a sign that his soul power had reached its limit.  Whoops!  call out!  call out!  call out!  call out!  call out!  The weapons transformed by the formation attack were frighteningly fast. The five-meter-long and wide narrow space was filled with the flickering phantoms of weapons. At the same time, five or six afterimages of Tang Xuan would appear. Some were pierced, and some were pierced.  There was a crisp sound of weapons clashing.  Tang Xuan was already pushed to the limit.  Whether it¡¯s body or soul, he has tried his best. Seeing that the time of burning incense is about to arrive, the Magic Light Demon Prison is completely distorted, and dense weapons appear on the wall of the Demon Prison. Boom!  When these weapons explode completely, even a strong person in the late Yuan Fei Realm cannot withstand this wave of impact.  Suddenly, Tang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he screamed sharply: "Break!" The other people's swords merged into one, turning into a peerless heavenly sword and slashed hard at a point in the Magic Light Demon Prison. The light of the sword disappeared into it, and the magic light disappeared.  The Demon Prison suddenly trembled, and then, the colorful streams of light scattered and exploded, so the weapons transformed from the colorful streams of light alsoEscaped in mid-air.  Whoops, whoops!  Tang Xuan panted. In just one stick of incense, his strong body was so exhausted. This shows how much pressure he endured in the Phantom Prison. In fact, he was only 70% sure of the last moment. Fortunately,  He succeeded.  Relying on his strong soul power and a little luck, he passed the test of the hidden level.  Those colorful streams of light did not disappear completely. They wandered in the air, and finally condensed into a colorful staircase in the dark space and disappeared into the darkness above.  "Another staircase! There should be no test this time." He shook his head, then stopped thinking about it and walked up the staircase.  Climbing to the top of the stairs, the darkness subsided. This was a room exuding a misty blue light. A figure stood there with his hands behind his back. When Tang Xuan stepped into the room, the figure turned around and revealed his face. This was an elegant and elegant man.  A middle-aged man with white temples, he looked like a great scholar in the secular world, but his gaze seemed to penetrate everything and fell on Tang Xuan. Tang Xuan felt as if all his secrets had been exposed.  "The eleventh level of the spiritual pulse realm, Ziji Dantian! And he has such powerful energy and blood." The elegant middle-aged man's voice was slightly surprised.  Tang Xuan recognized that this voice was the same one he heard when he was trapped in the Demonic Light Prison on the ninth floor. He was even more surprised that he was able to see through who the middle-aged man in front of him was.  An idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of a person, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Senior is Patriarch Feng?" "If the Patriarch Feng you are referring to is Feng Qingyang, you can think so.  "The middle-aged man nodded after hearing this.  "It's really Patriarch Feng!" Tang Xuan was shocked. Patriarch Feng's real name was Feng Qingyang, and he was a peerless figure a thousand years ago. However, no matter how peerless he was, thousands of years have passed and he should have turned into the dust of history. Why?  will appear here.  Perhaps seeing the doubts in Tang Xuan's mind, "Feng Qingyang" smiled slightly and said: "Don't think too much, I am not Feng Qingyang himself, but a little of his true spirit is preserved in this nine-story fantasy tower with the help of the Soul-Nursing Life Tablet."  Here, the real Feng Qingyang is already dead. " Tang Xuan suddenly realized, but even though he knew that he was not a real person in front of him, he still followed the sect's etiquette seriously: "Even if the senior is only a true spirit, he is still the true spirit of Master Feng.  Ling, as if he were here in person, the junior Tang Xuan, the seventy-sixth generation descendant of the Yunxiao Sect, pays homage to Patriarch Feng. "No need to be polite!" "Feng Qingyang" waved his hand with a dazed look in his eyes.  Said: "You are the seventy-sixth generation, and I am the twenty-fourth generation. In this way, thousands of years have passed I didn't expect that I have been in this tower for thousands of years!" Tang Xuan was silent when he heard this.  No matter how powerful you were in life, or how powerful you were in life, after death you will be nothing more than a pink skeleton and a piece of loess.  Even warriors who go against the will of heaven cannot escape this shackles.  The Patriarch Feng in front of us was so amazing and beautiful during his lifetime, but now he only has a little bit of his true spirit left, and he is "living on" in the formation tower, which can't help but make people sigh.  Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tang Xuan quickly calmed down his emotions. He would not be easily swayed. As a warrior, he could only bravely overcome obstacles and forge ahead bravely. If he had the heart that the future was uncertain and the hero was in twilight, then the road ahead would be really difficult.  is cut off and can no longer progress.  "Sorry, it affected you." Feng Qingyang came back to his senses and said with a bit of self-deprecation.  Tang Xuan shook his head.  Feng Qingyang stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point: "I built this formation tower to train disciples for the sect. Secondly, I was too focused on myself and never accepted any disciples until my deadline was approaching.  I found that nothing I have learned has left any inheritance. Even though I am not going to die soon, I am still unwilling to give in. I don¡¯t want to pass on what I have learned to mediocre people and waste my inheritance. I have been looking for it for a few years before I passed away.  Unfortunately, time was too short and my requirements were too high. I could not find a suitable disciple until my death. Therefore, before I passed away, I placed a little of my true spirit on the soul-nurturing wooden life card, and at the same time, I set up a  Hidden levels, I just hope that one day someone will be able to pass the hidden levels and meet the requirements to accept my inheritance, but I didn't expect that a thousand years have passed since then, and even my true spirit power has been consumed by most of it. If  If you come in a few years later, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me." Tang Xuan was slightly startled: "Master Feng" Master Feng waved his hand and continued: "Fortunately, I waited for you, you are indeed very qualified.  Well, being able to condense the Purple Dantian in the spiritual vein realm proves that your foundation is very solid and your potential is great. And that you can break through my Illusion Light Demon Prison proves that your soul is also extremely powerful, and at the same time, your qi and blood  Being so strong must also be able to cultivate the body and be able to master it in the realm of spiritual veins.I have never seen the third level of spiritual cultivation to this level in my lifetime. The geniuses of some powerful forces may far surpass you in a certain aspect, but compared to your third level of cultivation, it is difficult to say who is stronger or weaker.  Entrusting my inheritance to you is not a trust.  "Although Patriarch Feng's tone was calm, the excitement hidden in it could not be hidden from others. More than a thousand years of waiting was too long. Patriarch Feng waved his hand, and a black wooden sign appeared out of thin air, floating in front of Tang Xuan. Tang Xuan  Xuan took the black wooden tablet. Its texture was extremely cold to the touch, like a piece of metal. "This is my parasitic soul-nurturing wooden tablet. Now I give it to you. You can wear it with you, and my true spirit will be stored there."  Among them, there should be several years before my true spirit dissipates. During this period, I will communicate with you at any time and teach you what I learned during my lifetime.  "Feng Qingyang said calmly. (To be continued)
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