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By the time the fat monk entered the seventh-step formation, Ling Yifan's eight elements had already completed two-thirds of the way, and it wouldn't take long to complete the final combination.

At this time, Ling Yifan only felt a faint swelling pain in his head, but it was still within his own tolerance, and his divine consciousness tried his best to control the soul power to manipulate the elemental silk threads, and each divine consciousness tried his best to control the stability and balance of the element. Just half an hour after the fat monk entered the seventh step formation, Ling Yifan finally succeeded in combining the eight silk threads.

Perceiving the hateful guy behind him, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Yifan's mouth, he took out a thunder bead again, and after arranging it, he broke the formation again and stepped into the next level.

Seeing this, the fat monk behind him suddenly couldn't help but feel anxious, this person had already consumed a lot of soul power when combining the six elements in the sixth-level formation. And because he was angered by Ling Yifan's plot after just entering the seventh step, he didn't rest for a moment, so he hurriedly studied the prohibition, and now seeing that Ling Yifan had successfully entered the ninth step, he suddenly felt anxious.

The soul power of the control element couldn't help but loosen, and it was almost unstable, and the elements that had already been combined for more than half of it also fluctuated. Although it didn't collapse, because there was no rest, the soul power was not in the best state, and the emotions in my heart fluctuated, so there was a gradual lack of support.

At this time, the fat monk was sweating profusely, and he was still short of succeeding with the last element, but the swelling pain in this person's mind made him feel groggy for a while, and every time he released a piece of soul power, it was extremely difficult and hard. At the moment, there is only one last path left to succeed, and this person is trying to separate a soul power again, but this soul power is very unstable, and it can be seen from its state how difficult the person who casts it is at this time.

The last soul power of the difficult control zhì manipulated the elements, and the green tendons on this person's forehead burst out, and he was already sweating like rain, and the last soul power of the control zhì had reached his limit. Suddenly, the last element was finally overwhelmed, and there was a deviation in the final connection, and finally it fell short, and all the connected elements collapsed.

At the moment when the ban collapsed, the man suddenly fell to the ground limply, gasping for breath, his hands clutching the small amount of hair on his head in pain, and his slightly distorted expression showed that he was suffering unimaginable pain.

The full force just now has been overdrawn by Yan zhòng, and at this time, it is just a backlash after overdrawing soul power, and it will recover after a period of recuperation, and the soul power will increase, but it will be difficult to catch up with Ling Yifan again after this delay.

Feeling the failure of the hateful guy behind him, Ling Yifan sneered and sat cross-legged in the formation to breathe.

With the slow passage of time, it took a long time for Ling Yifan to successfully combine a ban, and the fat monk behind him was once again plotted by the thunder beads arranged by Ling Yifan after successfully completing the ban and entering the eighth level with great effort.

This person was humiliated by Ling Yifan's Lei Zhu and had lost the motivation to continue researching, and at this time, Ling Yifan had already pulled several steps away from him, and he couldn't catch up.

The fat monk was speechless and imagined every step behind, who knows how many thunder beads that bastard had, if he was blown up like this, even if he was not injured, he would collapse and go crazy.

When this person thought of this, he suddenly felt a burst of decadence and powerlessness, he had already hated Ling Yifan to the extreme, and he didn't even have much strength to curse, but he was half-kneeling on the ground, and his clenched fists showed how much resentment he had in his heart.

Ling Yifan's progress has also become slower and slower, from the beginning of one hour, two hours, three hours... Until the next day, day or two...

I don't know how long it took, Ling Yifan had already stepped on the steps after thirty steps, and the fat monk had already detached himself from his perception. In this formation, Ling Yifan found that he could only perceive the memory of the ten steps, and the hateful guy didn't know whether he had already left this Jedi or continued to struggle behind.

Ling Yifan was the first to enter this 'forbidden space', and after Ling Yifan stepped into the thirty steps, people appeared one after another in front of this stone step. Among them, Fang Zihao, Li Yuncong, and Leng Feixue all appeared here, but Ling Yifan couldn't perceive it.

Day after day, three months after Ling Yifan entered here, no one appeared here again, only twelve people came here, less than half of the number of people entered, and the rest were all failed comprehension elements and were rumored to be out of the Jedi.

In three months, Ling Yifan could only climb the fiftieth step, but at this time, no one could get close to Ling Yifan's tenth step.

After Ling Yifan stepped into the thirty steps, each successful combination of a ban required several failures. At this time, Ling Yifan was in the formation of the fifty-first step, combining fifty-one elemental silk threads.

Ling Yifan's divine sense stared at the prohibition of the forty-ninth element that was being combined in front of him, the combination of these elements completely relied on soul power, and the long-term mobilization of soul power made Ling Yifan a little unable to hold on.

However, Ling Yifan found that every time he consumed his soul power to the limit of his bearing, he would increase his soul power even more after recovering it. Only in this way can it be possible to succeed in the increasingly difficult forbidden combination in the case of increasing soul power.

Therefore, even if the pain from overdrawing soul power was unbearable, it was not a big problem for Ling Yifan, who had to endure pain since he had cultivated. Every time he has to reach the limit of his soul before he stops, and then recovers in this kind of pain that ordinary people can't imagine, Ling Yifan is under this kind of masochistic cultivation, step by step after stepping on fifty steps.

Seeing that under the manipulation of soul power, the last element was about to be successfully connected, but because of that little deviation, it failed, and the ban collapsed. The connection of this element silk thread needs to connect two points or several element silk threads in one place, and if there is a slight deviation, it will lead to failure.

Therefore, it requires soul power and its precise manipulation of the elements, just like docking a log with the same diameter and area at both ends without any deviation, and it looks like a log, so the stronger the soul, the easier it is to do so.

At the moment when the ban collapsed, Ling Yifan propped his hands on the ground, his fingers clasped the ground tightly, and even his nails sank into the hard stone cracks under him. With his head bowed, he leaned forward on his knees, his shirt soaked with sweat on his back. The tightly knit brows, the distorted expressions, and the somewhat pale countenances all showed the great pain caused by the overdrawing of soul power at this moment.

As time passed, a full hour later, Ling Yifan's painful expression gradually eased. Sitting cross-legged, he used the technique to breathe, and after another hour, Ling Yifan finally recovered his soul power.

Feeling that there was a slight increase in soul power, Ling Yifan's eyes were firm, and he once again divided his divine sense to control his soul power and continue to combine and prohibit.