Ling Feng absorbed the power of the Demon Lord, not only comprehending the 'Yin Yang Dao', but also cultivating to a fifth-order Spirit King directly.

In other words, Ling Feng's deity was now a fifth-order 'human element' realm.

"Is this the benefit of mind cultivation!".

Although the cultivation of the mind bears more than ordinary people, if it can be sustained, the harvest will definitely not be comparable to ordinary people.

He originally wanted to inform the Xuantian Sect disciples of such a method, but Jiuyou did not agree.

Cultivating the mind is not applicable to everyone, everyone's mind bears it differently, once it backs up, if it is not crazy, it will be crazy.

Moreover, the cultivation of the mind is to go with the flow, if Ling Feng informs the Xuantian Sect disciples of his benefits.

They will inevitably deliberately cultivate their minds, and in this way, the effect will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Ling Feng pondered for a moment, but he also understood that some things were deliberately not good.

Although it is a pity, but fortunately, he is now qualified to control the 'ladder', which is not satisfactory.

。。。。。。

"Sect Master, disciple... We've let you down!".

The calm black water stream made Hu Tian look ashamed, knelt on one knee, and told the story before and after.

Only then did Ling Feng understand why he had not seen any trace of Ling Hutian during this time, but he did not expect to be plundered away by the Great Prophet of the Barbarian Clan.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Feng also understood that the Great Prophet had probably made a two-handed plan.

First, Ling Feng is willing to cooperate, so naturally everything is easy to say.

Second, if Ling Feng was unwilling to cooperate, then Ling Hutian would be a bargaining chip in his hand.

He originally intended to take Linghu Tian out to practice, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

However, Seong knows that he is not blessed, and when he encounters things in the future, he will at least think a little more.

Ling Feng smiled: "There is no need to be ashamed of this kind of thing, everyone will have a time when the horse stumbles, eat a trench and grow wise!"

Ling Hutian got up and took out a secret letter: "Before the Great Prophet died, he told his disciples to hand over this letter to the sect master!"

Ling Feng took it, looked at it seriously, and closed his eyes.

"It's a catastrophe!"

The Great Prophet had concealed something from Ling Feng before, and the role of the Demon Seed was not only to help the 'Demon Lord' break through the seal.

If they find a new host, once the host can survive it, it will still be exactly the same as a human.

In other words, after so many years, whether it is a human race or a barbarian, there may really be someone who was in the 'demon seed' in the original body.

The primary goal of the Demon Lord's use of the 'Demon Seed' was of course to break the seal, so he would play a certain role in suppressing and not allowing these people to be easily exposed.

But now, when the Great Prophet was dying, he used Ling Feng's hand to get rid of the 'Demon Lord', so that those who had been lurking before would be completely awakened without the suppression of the Demon Lord.

Although this can thoroughly investigate these hidden dangers within the two clans, no one can say exactly how many people there are.

The Great Prophet did this for nothing more than the future of the barbarians, just tying Ling Feng to this front in this way.

Being used as a gun like this, Ling Feng's heart was naturally not too comfortable.