Chapter 1177 Mysterious Scroll! (1 more)

Because of the opening of the Eye of the Son of Heaven, Ling Feng's comprehension has long surpassed that of ordinary people. He can basically master any martial arts at a glance.

Although due to some bloodline or cultivation limitations, Ling Feng cannot fully display any martial arts and martial arts he sees, it does not prevent him from seeing through the exquisiteness or flaws of these martial arts at a glance.

"Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in this soul ladder?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath and recalled that when he climbed the soul ladder, Yang Huanzhi and the mysterious black-robed man obviously had the level of easily crossing 800 steps, but they stayed at 400 or 500 steps. That kind of strong soul pressure did not seem to have much tempering effect on them.

Especially the black-robed man, who gave him a very strange feeling. Judging from his blood and vitality, he was indeed about 30 years old, but from the breath, he gave people a very old feeling.

Especially his spiritual power, Ling Feng could faintly feel that this activated spiritual power would probably not be weaker than the emperor level.

A strong man with the power of the emperor's consciousness should not stop at more than 500 layers to refine his consciousness, but at least 800 layers.

"It seems that in addition to refining the consciousness, there are indeed other secrets in this soul ladder!"

Ling Feng's mouth slightly curved, and the human divine pattern in his left eye condensed, and he began to sense the things vaguely transmitted in the pressure of the soul ladder.

Gradually, Ling Feng seemed to sense a mysterious virtual space, in which there seemed to be a suspended scroll, and he could touch it through his own divine thoughts.

"Virtual space, mysterious scroll?"

Ling Feng's eyelids jumped. Could it be that this scroll is the real opportunity hidden in the soul ladder?

"Look at me to fish you out!"

Ling Feng concentrated his mind and completely immersed his mind in the virtual space, passing his spiritual power bit by bit, twisting it into a ball of hemp rope, trying to "salvage" the scroll suspended in the void.

However, at this moment, another spiritual consciousness invaded this illusory space. That spiritual consciousness was obviously much more experienced than Ling Feng, a novice who had just started to practice spiritual cultivation. It condensed the spiritual consciousness into silk threads, and woven them into a large net. When the net was cast, it actually pulled the suspended scroll a long distance in another direction.

"Another spiritual consciousness!"

Ling Feng snorted softly. He had sensed from the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness that this spiritual consciousness came from the mysterious man in black robes.

Similarly, the black-robed man naturally discovered the existence of Ling Feng's consciousness. He snorted coldly and threatened: "Stinky boy, withdraw your consciousness obediently, otherwise, don't blame me for killing you!" "I?" Ling Feng's pupils shrank, and he immediately reacted, saying coldly: "You old bastard, you took over the body of a young man to compete for the opportunity, you are really shameless!" "Asshole!" The black-robed man's voice revealed a trace of murderous intent, and said viciously: "I am too lazy to engage in meaningless verbal disputes with you. If you don't give up this scroll, I will kill you!" "Then give it a try!" Ling Feng is not a vegetarian. He is also an emperor-level consciousness. Although his use of consciousness power is much worse than that of the other party, as the saying goes, a young man is afraid of a fist, so how can he be afraid of an old bastard? "Ignorant junior!" The black-robed man's consciousness suddenly soared, and the big net condensed by the spiritual power suddenly became several circles larger, entangling the scroll and pulling it towards him frantically. Ling Feng was not a pushover either. He followed suit and condensed his spiritual power into a net to pull the mysterious scroll.

Soon, Ling Feng discovered something interesting. When he and the black-robed man input the same spiritual power, the mysterious scroll would shift in his direction.

It was like a lever. Ling Feng was on the 999th step, which was equivalent to having the longest torque, and he was naturally superior to the black-robed man.

"Damn it!"

The black-robed man also discovered this. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to stimulate his spiritual power, but found that he had to spend at least three times the spiritual power of Ling Feng to barely maintain the deadlock.

"Hehe, old bastard, it seems that you are doomed to lose!"

Ling Feng deliberately kept the black-robed man hanging, and did not burst out his spiritual power at once, but only increased it bit by bit. The black-robed man had to use three times the spiritual power of Ling Feng to start to surge.

However, soon, the black-robed man found that he had underestimated Ling Feng.

Although Ling Feng was only in the Divine Yuan Realm, his spiritual power was basically comparable to that of a mid-level human emperor. What was even more terrifying was that his soul origin was too condensed, making it difficult for him to fight against it.

"What kind of monster is this!"

Finally, the black-robed man gave up the tug-of-war with Ling Feng, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Ling Feng sitting at the top, clenched his fists, and then began to climb up frantically.

"Move!"

At this moment, almost five hours had passed since the start of the test, and only less than the last ten percent of people remained on the stairs.

That Murong Yan finally got behind the black-robed man and was ready to surpass him in one fell swoop, but then he heard a gust of wind in his ears, and his eyes flashed, and the black-robed man ran away again.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Murong Yan felt that there were millions of grass mud horses whistling in his heart. Is this necessary!

No one paid attention to Murong Sui's madness, and saw the man in black robe climbing up crazily. Unfortunately, after the 800th floor, the soul pressure had reached a level that he could not ignore.

In addition, fighting with Ling Feng for the power of his consciousness in the void space had already wasted too much of his consciousness, which also made his last climb full of huge challenges.

"You brat, you can't even hope to succeed! That soul-refining secret technique belongs to me!"

The man in black robe stared at Ling Feng fiercely, and could only race against time with Ling Feng to interrupt him before Ling Feng could seize the scroll.

"Old guy, why do you want to stop me?"

Ling Feng gathered his attention and immediately understood what the man in black robe was planning. However, since he had bumped into this opportunity, it naturally belonged to him, and no one could destroy it!

"Fetch it out for me quickly!"

Ling Feng continued to activate the Soul Splitting Technique to continuously increase the power of his spiritual consciousness.

This was a contest of speed. If he was interrupted by the man in black robes, he was not sure whether he would still have enough power of consciousness to use that mysterious face in less than seven hours. Fish out the scroll.

Man in black robe: I’ll charge! I rush! I rush, rush, rush!

Ling Feng: I’ll get it! I'll get it! I'll fish it out!

Finally, another hour passed, and the man in black robe had arrived at the 930 steps, and Ling Feng was only one step away from success.

On the high platform, the elder was completely stunned by Ling Feng's performance that day.

Ling Feng has been sitting on the last step for more than two hours. Oh my god, what kind of abnormal power of consciousness can do this.

Don't say that you can't do it, even Queen Huanxin's spiritual power is probably not that exaggerated!

Of course, the reason why Ling Feng persisted to this extent was because of his soul origin that was far beyond ordinary people.

Although the essence blood beads and the evil emperor's blood are all evil things, it has to be said that the increase in the origin of the soul is almost unreasonable.