Five months have passed in the blink of an eye, and in the abyss leading to the sixth layer of the canyon, a figure slowly climbs up against the falling waterfall.

Twenty meters ...... 10 meters ...... Five-meter ......

After countless pauses, Yang Ling, whose face was pale and almost completely in a coma, finally put one hand on the edge of the cliff, and then roared and climbed the cliff, struggling to climb a few meters to the river bank before passing out in the water.

Twenty days later, Yang Ling finally woke up.

Nourished by abundant aura and life breath, his body has fully recovered, his consciousness is unprecedentedly powerful, and the fifth-level life withering magic can be built in his consciousness almost instantly, and his spiritual power is also extremely strong, according to Yang Ling's own judgment, it is at least a hundred times stronger than three months ago, and what surprised him the most was that after climbing to the sixth layer, the spirit seed tree in the divine sea actually grew more than two hundred meters taller again, and among the swaying leaves, some snow-white buds appeared sporadically, although they were still very small, but they could be seen to be signs of flowering。

Yang Ling was overjoyed in his heart, the big tree will bear spirit seeds when it blooms, and a flower can get about sixteen spirit seeds when it matures, which looks very sparse, but the whole tree is more than three thousand meters high, Yang Ling roughly estimated that the flowers are at least thousand, if these flowers are not divided into male and female, at least more than 10,000 spirit seeds can be obtained by then.

Monks who activate the spirit seed can fuse with compass spirits.

The Compass Wizard comes with intermediate and high-level natural magic.

Once the mental power and consciousness reach the level of a mid-to-high-level magician, you will be able to control these magics, and then you will directly become an intermediate-level or even high-level magician......

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, Yang Ling couldn't wait to rush to the bottom of the waterfall, looked up at the cliff that was eight thousand meters high and hidden in the misty spiritual mist, took a deep breath and began to climb up.

The spirit seed tree will continue to grow with the strength of consciousness, and at the same time, it will also continuously release life energy to improve spiritual power, that is to say, the spirit seed is the key to the growth of a magician, and the human or elven race without the spirit seed can only become a low-level magician or magic warrior, unable to use consciousness to build complex magic, can only use magic wands and other magic equipment to store fixed magic, and the growth is also extremely limited, almost not more than the level of a third-level magician.

One year ...... Three-year ...... Five-year ......

Soon ten years passed.

In the test canyon from the sixth level to the seventh level, a figure is slowly climbing up against the waterfall every few minutes, almost naked, a magic robe has long been washed by the waterfall and only a pair of tattered pants remains, the hair is dragged back like moss, the face is full of stubble, the eyes are blood-red, and the whole body is like cramps and convulsions, and under him, there is an abyss close to seven thousand meters, the spiritual waterfall flows down, falling into the endless darkness, and can only hear the roar like thunder from below.

At 7,100 meters, the figure suddenly slipped and fell like a piece of wood, and then fell into the abyss and disappeared in an instant wrapped in the rapids of the waterfall.

Two years later, in the churning and turbulent spiritual mist, a sleek figure slowly climbed up against the waterfall rapids again, and then spent nearly two years holding on until about 7,200 meters before falling.

Through these years of climbing, Yang Ling has known that the higher he climbs on the cliff, the greater the mental pressure, and almost every hundred meters will double, that is to say, he has now climbed to a height of seven thousand five hundred meters, and the mental pressure he resists is almost three hundred and fifty times that of the fifth-level test canyon, and climbing to the top is at least four hundred times, and in the same way, the spiritual power has also increased by the same multiple.

According to Yang Ling's understanding, a weakest chicken seventh-level magician who just climbed the seventh-level canyon can release up to four hundred times the strength of the sixth-level most powerful magician, and the seventh-level magician is already a high-level magician, which is the level of the Xuan Realm, and the horror of combat power has reached the point of destroying the world, so this canyon is a dividing line, and the proportion that can cross over is one thousandth, that is to say, there are a thousand elven mages who climb the sixth layer of the canyon, and in the end, only one may climb to the seventh layer and become the rare existence, a billion years ago, the entire elven race had a population of trillions, The number of magicians and magic warriors who have reached the seventh level is only tens of thousands, and there are only a few life magicians at the seventh level, and there is only one saint-level magician who has reached the eighth level, Gao Wenkai, but after that war, these strong people all disappeared and were completely annihilated in the underworld and the demon abyss.

Fall...... Climb up...... Fall...... Climb up again.

The cliff leading from the sixth level to the seventh level, although it was only eight thousand meters high, took far more time than Yang Ling's previous budget.

After fifty years, he finally climbed to the seventh floor and became the legendary High Magian.

At this time, in his divine sea, the biggest change was the spirit seed tree, which reached a height of five thousand meters, and thousands of snow-white jade-like flowers were mixed among the green leaves, exuding a crystal clear light, and the faint green light was reflected together.

The magic tower on the seventh floor was intact, and Yang Ling found a crystal ball in it, which still stored the introductory knowledge of high-level magic, the elaboration of the high-level magic system, and a life magic called the Rain of Life.

The rain of life is a large-scale life magic, compared to the low-level magic, it is a group supplement skill, and after learning this magic, it has truly become a super wet nurse, which can milk millions of square kilometers at a time, greatly enhancing the living space and combat effectiveness of your own warriors.

It is only when you reach a high-level magician that you really have the skills of large-scale group killing, group guarding, and group supplementation, so every high-level magician is the treasure of the elf clan, and will be firmly protected in battle, and will not fight alone unless absolutely necessary.

Three months later, Yang Ling put down the crystal ball, looked at the sixteen-kilometer-high waterfall cliff at the end of the canyon, and after twitching his face for a long time, he directly opened the Soul Suppression Tower, stepped into the golden light gate and disappeared into the canyon.

It's not that he doesn't want to climb, but if he wants to climb up, according to the previous experience, it is impossible without two or three hundred years, and he doesn't have such an urgent need now.

After leaving the canyon, his consciousness locked on the compass elves in the divine sea, and in an instant he felt all the people who fused with the bee elves.

Ding Cong, Yu Qiang, and Chu Yuan have climbed to the fifth layer of the test canyon and are now climbing to the sixth layer, while Gao Wenfeng has reached the sixth layer of the canyon and is climbing to the seventh layer, but at this time it has not yet climbed to the half-waist position, according to this progress, it is impossible to climb up without three or five hundred years.