After chatting with the dream tapir for a while, Ling Xian's heart was not as fearful as before, and he could finally settle down and carefully observe the silver light rat in front of him.

The Silverlight Mouse resembles a normal mouse, but its fur is a strange silver-gray color, shimmering like steel in the sunlight.

These silver-light rats have not been dead for a long time, and their bodies are still hot, and the fierce light solidified in their small eyes seems to remind people of their horror.

Ling Xian closed his eyes and recalled in his mind the contents of the notes that Yuemi had left for him about the refining array.

All things have spirits, and the refinery master refines this spirituality from all things in heaven and earth and refines it into an array.

This spiritual statement is too ethereal, and the records in Yuejian's notes are also mysterious and obscure, Ling Xian has been meditating for a long time, but he has always found the true meaning in it.

Ling Xian sighed and said to the dream tapir with a bitter face, "What kind of spiritual thing is this?"

Dream Tapir was not surprised by the predicament that Ling Xian encountered, almost every Formation Refiner would have this question when they first came into contact with Array Refining, even if they were as talented as Wang Qian, they had been troubled by this question for a long time.

Seeing Ling Xian like this, Dream Tapir couldn't help but remember that Wang Zhen was also scratching his ears and cheeks like him at the beginning, and couldn't help but smile.

However, instead of directly answering Ling Xian's question, it asked him instead, "What do you think is the essence of the formation?"

Ling Xian frowned and pondered for a long time before he said, "Turning the spiritual power of heaven and earth into a concrete attack can be regarded as a medium. ”

Dream Tapir was a little surprised, although Ling Xian was only a beginner above the formation path, he was quite insightful about the formation.

It nodded with satisfaction and continued to guide Ling Xiandao, "Then don't you think this method is a little familiar?"

Familiar?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Ling Xian's mind, and he jumped up from his chair excitedly.

"Martial arts?"

Ling Xian seemed to see the moon through the clouds, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly became clear, and he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and kept walking around on the ground.

"The martial art that a cultivator cultivates is to run the spiritual power in the cultivator's body according to a certain trajectory, and finally emit it out of the body. The formation is actually the same, except that the spiritual power in the body is no longer needed but the spiritual power of heaven and earth used, and this specific trajectory is the formation transformed by spiritual power. ”

The more Ling Xian spoke, the more excited he became, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, almost pouring out the thoughts in his mind.

Dream Tapir had already seen Ling Xian's talent, but he still had these doubts before, wondering if Ling Xian's entry in the formation path was because of the mysterious palace in the sea of Ling Xian's divine thoughts, but now, he no longer had the slightest doubt.

Ling Xian's comprehension of the formation path made the dream tapir also breathtaking, although he was very reluctant to admit it in his heart, but the dream tapir knew that Ling Xian's talent might be stronger than Wang Qian.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the new people in the world catch up with the old people. The dream tapir suddenly had a feeling that the great era that belonged to Wang Zhen had passed, and the current era belonged to the young man in front of him.

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After such guidance from the Dream Tapir, Ling Xian also had a little clue about what to do next.

A huge amount of spiritual power escaped from Ling Xian's sea of divine thoughts, and under Ling Xian's exquisite control, it turned into a thin silver needle and headed towards the silver light mouse.

The Silver Needle encountered tremendous resistance when it came into contact with the corpse of the Silver Light Rat, and the thin layer of fur was still faithfully performing its duties even after the Silver Light Rat died, as if a layer of heavenly moat had kept Ling Xian out.

Ling Xian frowned, no wonder there were very few formation masters who directly used their spiritual power to attack others, it turned out that the crux of the matter was this.

If it were other Array Refiners, it might have to take a lot of trouble to face this situation, but Ling Xian was not worried.

The mysterious palace was called out by Ling Xian again, and the flickering faint golden light dyed the rolling waves in the sea of divine thoughts with a layer of gold.

Ling Xian's spiritual power also changed, and a thin golden light appeared at the tip of the needle, this golden light was extremely subtle, and Ling Xian had been looking for it for a long time before he could see this change.

Ling Xian tried again this time, but the silver needle did not encounter the same strong resistance as before, and easily penetrated the fur of the silver light rat and entered its body.

Through this barrier, Ling Xian seemed to have entered a completely new world. The delicate blood vessels and tight muscles were layered and orderly crowded into this small space, making Ling Xian sigh from the bottom of his heart at the ingenuity of nature.

However, Ling Xian didn't have much time to sigh, although with the help of the mysterious palace, Ling Xian's spiritual power in the silver light rat's body was still quite consumed, so he didn't dare to stay longer, and felt the direction, that is, he went deeper.

Soon, Ling Xian found his target.

Core.

The spiritual power of human cultivation is stored in the dantian, but unlike demon beasts, the spiritual core is the source of spiritual power in their bodies.

Feeling the surging spiritual power contained in the spirit core in the silver light mouse's body, a touch of joy appeared on Ling Xian's face, after finding the spirit core, the rest of the matter was much simpler.

The spiritual power of the silver light rat comes from the spirit core, so the spirit core is the starting point of its spiritual power trajectory, with this starting point, Ling Xian can outline the prototype of the formation little by little.

Ling Xian closed his eyes and carefully sensed the remaining traces of spiritual power around the spirit core, Ling Xian's luck was good, because the Ice Heart Pavilion didn't know what Ling Xian's purpose was for the corpse of the Silver Light Mouse, so they were very careful, when they killed this Silver Light Mouse, they also tried to keep its corpse intact, and the time for this Silver Light Rat to die was not too long, so the remaining traces were not too difficult to find.

However, even so, for Ling Immortal, who was in contact with the Formation Refining Formation for the first time, it was also a huge project.

The spiritual power is divided into countless tiny silk threads starting from the spiritual core, looking for traces of spiritual power in the body of the silver light mouse. Like spider silk, it intersected, separated, and woven a huge web in the body of the silver-light rat.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Ling Xian's body through the window, as if he had been draped in a golden robe, looking calm and peaceful.

However, if you look at Ling Xian's expression carefully, it is a little hideous, and dense sweat has crawled on his forehead, which seems to be a little out of place with this peaceful atmosphere.

After all, there was a dead silver light rat in front of him, and the traces of spiritual power in his body were inevitably destroyed, and the further back he went, the more traces were missing.

Ling Xian's spiritual power had to rush left and right in the silver light mouse's body, not letting go of every trace, which also caused his spiritual power to be consumed at an extremely fast speed.

There was no longer the magnificent scene in the sea of divine thoughts, the originally wide sea surface had become almost exhausted, and the golden light on the mysterious palace had also weakened a little, feeling a feeling of weakness coming from his brain, Ling Xian couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Now Ling Xian is in a dilemma, the spiritual power in the sea of divine thoughts has been almost exhausted, although the outline of the formation has been rough, but whether his remaining spiritual power can be completed persistently, no one knows, if the spiritual power is really exhausted, then not only is the formation difficult to complete, but his divine thoughts will also be greatly damaged.

But if you stop here, although you will not lose all your efforts, the more time you drag, the more traces will be missing, and victory will seem to be in front of you, so you will be unwilling to give up.

What to do?

Ling Xian's mind was quickly thinking about the gains and losses, and in just a moment, he made a decision.

Fight!

Ling Xian's eyes showed a crazy look, he still didn't believe that the body of this silver light rat was still a bottomless pit that could not be filled.

Ling Xian had almost squeezed out the last bit of spiritual power in the Sea of Divine Thoughts, almost frantically driving it into the body of the Silver Light Rat.

The spiritual power that was already at the end of the strong crossbow regained its vitality after receiving backup, like a wolf and a tiger, looking for the last traces in the body of the silver light mouse.

Time passed quietly like flowing water, and the slanting sun by the window gradually tried to cast the last ray of light, and then drowned in the night unwillingly.

The outline of the formation map was carried out to the most critical part, and the dawn of victory seemed to be in front of him, just the last bit of spiritual power was close to embracing it, but for Ling Xian, this was the end of the world.

Ling Xian's sea of divine thoughts was already dark, there was no sound, no light, only endless dead silence.

Perhaps, really failed?