Villain: The Forbidden Zone Emperor's Son! Sleeping for Ten Thousand Years to Break the Divine

This spiritual pool is three hundred feet square, with clouds and mist rising and wisps of rosy clouds blooming.

The visible soul power floats in the void, like a group of misty fog, which makes people feel like floating.

The many sons of the Long family dispersed in groups of three or two and began to look for a place to condense their true spirits.

As for some powerful ones, no one approached them within a few feet.

Because the soul power in this spiritual pool is limited, it is inevitable that they will fight for it in the later stage.

Especially for several sequence-level geniuses, who are expected to condense gold-grade true spirits, the soul power they need is even more massive.

And ordinary son-level geniuses can't compete with them at all.

If they fight for it, I'm afraid they won't even get the dregs.

"Hmph, as long as I can create a golden true spirit, I don't care if you are in the zero sequence or the first sequence, I am the only one in the world!"

Long Buhui sat cross-legged in a corner of the spirit pool, with a faint light flashing in his evil eyes, as if there was a rotation of yin and yang, and the sun and the moon were rising and falling.

Long Xiaoyao and Long Aotian also looked at each other at this time, and then slowly stepped into the spirit pool.

Countless eyes followed closely. These two brothers were too extraordinary and holy. Every move made people unable to take their eyes off.

After the two entered the spirit pool, they occupied one side respectively.

And the positions chosen by the two suddenly left a range of dozens of feet.

These sons of gods are very sensible. They are afraid of the power of the two. They would rather compete with others than get too close to them.

Soon, everyone sat cross-legged, their eyes closed, and their bodies were filled with fairy light, officially entering the state of cultivation.

The true spirit realm, as the name suggests, is to let the cultivator's consciousness condense into a spirit form in the divine palace in the brain.

At this time, the true spirit is extremely fragile. Although it can appear, it cannot leave the temple for a long time.

And once the true spirit dies, the true body will also mean death, leaving only an empty shell of the flesh.

In the pool, soul power permeates, and gray fog-like vortices begin to swirl around everyone, which is a manifestation of absorbing soul power.

The size of the vortex varies with different strengths.

Some people's vortices can only reach one foot around the body, while others can reach nearly ten feet.

Several sequence-level geniuses have vortices around their bodies that are astonishingly huge.

It is like an eye of the sea, madly devouring the soul power floating in the void.

And under this devouring, the miniature temples in their minds also have dazzling spiritual light blooming.

Among them, a gray little man who is very similar to their original body slowly condenses.

This is the so-called true spirit.

And as the soul power increases, the originally transparent true spirit will become more condensed and begin to become lifelike.

Finally, the color level is used to determine the grade.

The ninth-grade true spirit is brilliant white, and the lower the grade, the darker the color.

The first-grade true spirit is the gray color that has just condensed.

However, with the abilities of the Long family's geniuses, it is obviously impossible for a first-grade true spirit to appear.

Even the weakest can condense a sixth-grade or higher.

They may not be able to compare with the sequence-level freaks, but at least they are known as the sons of the Long family. In ordinary forces, they are definitely top-level geniuses and can be famous.

Boom!

At this moment, a violent roar suddenly rang out in the spirit pool.

The surging golden blood rose into the air and turned into an ancient divine elephant that seemed to suppress the world.

Its trunk rolled up, as if it could shatter the stars in the sky and swallow up all the surrounding soul power.

Under the divine elephant, Long Xiaoyao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his posture sacred and brilliant, like a young god.

Endless soul power poured into his mind, blooming with an extremely dazzling brilliance.

"Such a fierce blood, is this the unshackled ancient holy body?!"

"What kind of skill is that?! It doesn't seem to belong to the Long family!"

The golden divine elephant and the vast blood like the ocean made everyone look shocked and shocked.

Boom!

However, before everyone could calm down, there was also a huge black light bursting out in another direction.

In the evil light, a strange demon palace was suspended in the void, releasing a terrifying pressure like a vast sea.

Long Aotian sat in front of the demon palace, like an ancient demon god, and his demon power shook the nine heavens.

Feeling the fluctuations emitted by Long Aotian at this time, everyone was pale and trembling.

"It's another skill that I haven't seen before. This magic skill seems to be very compatible with the demon king body!"

Many Long family disciples murmured in a daze, and even Long Zhantian was slightly shocked.

As the current patriarch of the Long family, he has seen a lot, and it is rare to see something that can amaze him.

The strange phenomenon of Long Aotian and the other person's cultivation shocked everyone, and the spirit pool was naturally affected.

The cultivators closest to the two people instantly felt that the surrounding soul power was emptied, and no matter how they absorbed it, they could not absorb it into their bodies.

The cultivators farther away alsoIt is to feel that the soul power has become thinner and the condensation speed has been greatly reduced.

Only a few major sequences have not been affected too much.

Because when they were practicing, there were also strange phenomena.

For example, Long Hanya, the ice bloodline was activated, and ice and snow were floating around his body, forming an extremely cold area.

Long Pojun's runes were reflected in all directions, locking a space and time.

The sword light flashed around Long Xuan, cutting out his own domain.

The same was true for Long Huanyu, with a domineering sword intent permeating, making him ten feet away from other forces.

Many Tianjiao, each showing their magical powers, how much soul power they can obtain depends entirely on themselves.

Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, this is the eternal truth.

As time goes by, some Tianjiao have completed the condensation of the true spirit.

The true spirit in the temple has been very condensed, but it has not yet reached the true white color, and it is slightly dim.

"Sixth-grade True Spirit, and several have condensed seventh-grade True Spirit. It seems that the spirit pool has maintained a very high level this time."

Looking at the geniuses who have entered the True Spirit Realm, many people exclaimed.

Sixth-grade and seventh-grade True Spirits are already extremely rare in the outside world. Generally, the seed-level geniuses of first-class forces are at this level.

Only in immortal forces like the Long family are they more common.

This level can already be regarded as the backbone of the Long family.

It will not be a big problem to enter the holy realm in the future.

After a while, an eighth-grade True Spirit was born.

Eighth-grade True Spirits must be cultivated as core figures even in ancient families.

With just a little chance, they can become quasi-supreme beings.

In the past, some sequence-level geniuses were basically at this level.

But this life is different. The world has been silent for too long, and the avenue is about to revive. Various divine bodies and immortal veins are contending.

After a long period of accumulation, all special physiques seemed to have erupted like a blowout, ushering in a prosperous era with the advent of an emperor.

Buzz!

In the sight of everyone, a white fairy light bloomed in the spirit pool.

This came from a leader among the sons of God, the first genius among the few remaining people who could reach the ninth-grade true spirit.

"Ninth-grade! The ninth-grade has appeared!"

Someone shouted in surprise, his face full of shock.

"A ninth-grade true spirit actually appeared among the sons of God. Although it is only a secondary ninth-grade, it is also extremely rare in history!"