Chapter 1375: Appearance of Light Cocoon

Everyone looked at Elder Shen in bewilderment.

The so-called third round was also mentioned before, but Elder Shen has been keeping secrets and has not announced it yet.

"Elder Shen, what's the third round like? Tell us in advance." Although Zhan Xiaoyu's personality is not very strong, for them, failing to understand the upper limit is tantamount to failure.

It is impossible to say that you don't want to try again.

Except for this third round.

"There may not be a third round yet. Strictly speaking, the third round is an additional competition system that we have discussed over the years, but it is more difficult to appear."

"Why?"

"Because if someone touches the upper limit of the formation, and this upper limit must be a sixth-level formation, we will increase it." Elder Shen finally said.

Everyone in the audience was taken aback.

The upper limit is the sixth-level formation to appear in the third round?

Then they set their eyes on Duan Zhihui.

Now there is only one formation master left. It seems that Duan Zhihui is the only one who can touch the upper limit of the sixth-level formation.

Duan Zhihui could only see that he was constantly urging his soul power, as well as formations to fight against the gale blades and even the monstrous whirlwind.

Duan Zhihui persisted for the longest time. After about ten minutes, the light of Duan Zhihui's mask suddenly became stronger.

Elder Shen didn't wrinkle, but a disciple of the Purple Spirit Sect exclaimed: "Is this going to condense the light cocoon?"

The light on the top of the head means that the entry has begun, and the appearance of the mask means that the lower limit of the formation has been comprehended. The light cocoon they are talking about is a sign that they are about to comprehend the upper limit of the formation.

"Duan Zhihui is really powerful. He is indeed the most powerful dual cultivator in decades. His cultivation has already reached the peak of the Human Spirit Realm. Is he even so talented in formation?"

Everyone was amazed, Fu Yuran looked at the person in the secret realm indifferently, Ji Yining nodded solemnly, and Zhan Xiaoyu looked Xiao Yu.

Even though the three of them are gifted and generally not much different from each other, compared to Duan Zhihui, they seem to be a little bit behind.

The elders of the Purple Spirit Sect saw that Duan Zhihui was the last one left, and there were signs of condensed cocoons. It can be said that none of the elders stretched their brows.

"The mask is solidified, and finally reaches the level of a light cocoon, which is to comprehend the level of the sixth-level formation." Even Qiu Dongyang felt a burst of emotion.

At that time, he also had such a situation.

They thought that Duan Zhihui would not reach this level, but Naihe still appeared.

It's like the feeling that one's own treasure is about to be stolen.

It's like when many people make friends, they will be generous at the beginning, talking and laughing, but when it comes to the real meaning, they can no longer bear the selfishness in their hearts.

That's exactly what happened to them.

Zhao Xin didn't look at their expressions, but there was already a feeling of indifference towards the elders of the Purple Spirit Sect.

At the beginning, he kept saying that for the sake of the strength of the sect's world formation, he spoke righteously, and opened up the exchange of this formation impassionedly, but in fact, when the essence of the formation was really understood by the disciples of the outer sect, didn't he also reveal his smallness? Human heart?

It's just that they didn't respond.

Zhao Xin's favor towards Purple Spirit Sect seems to have dropped a lot.

The third elder glanced at it, smiled faintly, and said, "It seems to be a failure."

He said this lightly, but there was a sense of relief in it.

Seeing this, several elders nodded one after another.

Sure enough, just when everyone thought that the mask on Duan Zhihui's body was going to continue to solidify, suddenly within the secret realm, a light flashed, and Duan Zhihui came out.

The disciple on the upper floor of the pavilion suddenly lost his mind.

"Failed?"

Even though the disciples of Baiyugu, Xuanjian Pavilion, Haotian School, and Huanyue School didn't make trouble, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter how you say it, if Duan Zhihui really penetrated the six-level formation, wouldn't the overall strength of this windshield door increase with the tide?

These disciples who had their own ghosts secretly rejoiced in their hearts.

Duan Zhihui's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth unwillingly.

"Almost! I almost succeeded!"