The purple-crowned old man couldn't help but smile.

You must know that the lowest standard for the ninth level is the Holy King.

As for the Ji family, no one has entered the ninth floor for nearly ten thousand years.

Even the old man Ziguan doesn't know what the ninth level is like.

"Okay, you are the Supreme Elder of the Ji family, so you must keep your word."

In the Purple Star Tower, Zhao Feng has stayed on the eighth floor for six hours.

His soul consciousness began to become confused again.

Even if you run the "God of Ten Thousand Thoughts" and "The God of Soul Restoration", it will be useless.

"Purple Star Tower is not very helpful for the cultivation of "Myriad Thoughts Divine Art""

Zhao Feng sighed slightly.

At this time, Zhao Feng's "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Art" is only one step away from perfection.

Although there is only one step, it is the most difficult step.

"In this case, special means must be used."

Zhao Feng is determined to be cruel.

He took out many rare and strange herbs for purifying the soul from the Mysterious Realm and drank them.

Zhao Feng's mental consciousness became clear and returned to normal.

At the same time, Zhao Feng fully operates the "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Art"

One thought turns into six thousand...seven thousand...eight thousand...

nine thousand

Zhao Feng divided all his thoughts and acted separately.

At the same time, Zhao Feng practiced the "Five Elements Wind and Thunder Technique", absorbed the power of thunder and calamity in the demigod's head, tempered the holy thunder body, practiced multiple combat skills, eye skills, and read thousands of books in his memory...

Zhao Feng has never done this before, dividing his thoughts to the greatest extent and using them all

At this moment, Zhao Feng felt as if his mind was about to burst.

Fortunately, the soul treasure that he had just consumed continuously emitted streams of strange soul energy, resisting the intrusion of the purple mist while nourishing Zhao Feng's soul.

Under such consumption, the medicinal effect of the Soul Treasure that Zhao Feng had just taken was absorbed to the greatest extent.

The sixth hour.

The effect of the Soul Treasure that Zhao Feng took was completely absorbed, and the scene around Zhao Feng began to distort and change.

But at a certain moment, Zhao Feng's soul consciousness felt a quiet and peaceful soul fluctuation, and all the discomfort in his soul disappeared.

At that moment, the world around Zhao Feng was restored again.

""The Secret of Ten Thousand Thoughts" is complete, and the soul's will is approaching Xuan Guang Xiaocheng"

Zhao Feng felt happy.

Unexpectedly, the "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Art" he obtained from Master Duanmuqing could support Zhao Feng in cultivating his soul and will to such an extent.

On the other hand, this also proves the quality of "Wan Nian Shen Jue".

After completing the "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Art", Zhao Feng put most of his thoughts on the "Soul Resurrection Divine Art". He felt that the speed of practicing this art has increased by one point again.

The improvement of Zhao Feng's soul and will made his resistance to the eighth level of the Purple Star Tower even stronger.

In this way, Zhao Feng can stay on this level for longer.

Outside the Purple Star Tower, there was a roar.

"It's been eight hours, and the eighth floor is still lit."

"This is impossible. Something is wrong with the Purple Star Tower."

"There is a possibility that there is no one on the eighth floor and there is something wrong with the Purple Star Tower."

People in the outside world no longer want to believe who can stay on the eighth level for such a long time after their soul and will reach the Holy Lord.

"Ji Dengtian, do you know who it is?"

Ji Shengming asked in surprise.

Ji Dengtian fell into recollection. When he entered the eighth floor, he knew several people inside. When he left, they were almost the same people.

"I don't know. It shouldn't be possible for anyone else on the seventh floor to enter the eighth floor."

Ji Dengtian looked calm.

"This is impossible"

Even Ji Lan didn't believe it. Zhao Feng couldn't have had some problem inside. How could a normal person still stay on the eighth floor?

The commotion near the Purple Star Tower naturally alarmed the few holy masters in the family, but they did not go in to find out, but chose to wait outside for the surprise.

The sky is getting brighter.

Ten hours have passed, and the eighth floor of the Purple Star Tower is still shining with a purple halo.

Inside the Purple Star Tower.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes.

Even if he had perfected his "Ten Thousand Thoughts Divine Technique", he would not be able to persist on the eighth level for such a long time.

Fortunately, the power of thunder in the thunder soul body can drive away the purple mist that invaded Zhao Feng's soul.

But it is still not a long-term solution, because the consumption of the power of thunder and calamity cannot keep up with the recovery speed.

Now only 50% of the thunder calamity mark in Zhao Feng's soul remains.

“You can still hold on for a while”

There is only one Purple Star Pass, and Zhao Feng does not want to waste this excellent opportunity.

"I don't know what the situation is like on the ninth floor."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel curious.

If he uses all his trump cards and adds the power of Thunder Tribulation, Zhao Feng may be able to enter the ninth level.

But if he fails, Zhao Feng will not be able to stay on the eighth floor.

After struggling for a while, Zhao Feng made up his mind.
Chapter completed!