Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Looking at the situation on the stone platform, Qin Fengming didn't blink his eyes.

The pagoda is two feet high, and it is divided into seven floors, forming an octagonal shape, with golden bells hanging from the corners of each floor.The whole looks very refined.

As the pagoda unfolded, a group of multicolored rays of light dispersed and appeared, enveloping the pagoda in groups, giving the already miraculous pagoda a mysterious and sacred atmosphere.

"Dingling!~~~" A clear and sweet bell rang through, and it spread to the entire hall in an instant.

The sound waves spread, and did not reveal any attack effect.But at the moment when the bell hit his ears, Qin Fengming's mind flickered suddenly, his eyes closed together involuntarily, and at the same time, a sense of dizziness suddenly filled his mind.

This feeling didn't last long before disappearing on its own.

The strange feeling disappeared, but the ringing of the bell did not stop there, and still surrounded the entire hall.

Qin Fengming didn't open his eyes, but let out his consciousness, and glanced at the middle-aged monk and the tall pagoda on the stone platform.

At this time, the middle-aged monk made a formula with both hands, and the finger formulas shot out, turning into colorful runes, pouring into the colorful rays of light that enveloped the pagoda.

The tall treasure glowed, and strange energy ripples emerged from the seven floors of the pagoda, spreading silently towards the surroundings.Like a ripple, it looks very beautiful.

As the bell rang violently, nearly ten thousand monks in the hall all showed the look of falling asleep.

"Om!~~" There was a huge bell ringing several times higher than before, and a gray mist suddenly gushed out from the tall pagoda.The mist surged violently, rolling with all its strength and rapidly spreading towards the vast hall.

In almost one or two breaths, the vast hall was already covered by gray mist.

Being in the mist, Qin Fengming only felt a sense of mystery filling his mind, and his body seemed to fly out of thin air.

Faced with such a feeling, his heart moved slightly. Just as he was thinking about whether to get rid of this feeling, his figure appeared in another world in a flash.

In a valley, a stream flows slowly, surrounded by green trees, red flowers and green grass everywhere, birds standing on the branches, chirping, a beautiful landscape of mountains and rivers.

"Illusion! Could this be the so-called illusory space?"

Looking at the place in front of him, Qin Fengming didn't use his spiritual eyes, but his face was full of curiosity, and with a movement of his body, he walked towards the distance.

As soon as he took a step, Qin Fengming stopped again, showing a look of surprise.

Just when he took a step, he suddenly felt a strange and incomprehensible aura suddenly appear from under his feet, and it rolled from his feet and swept over his body.

The breath is extremely weak, almost imperceptible, if it weren't for the power of divine consciousness, it would be comparable to a mid-stage cultivator.Even after thinking about it, it was difficult to notice the strange aura under his feet.

That aura was strange, and when his body stagnated, it disappeared immediately.

If he hadn't been so sure, he would have believed that the strange aura had never appeared.

Standing on the spot, Qin Fengming frowned anxiously.Although that aura disappeared, he suddenly felt that in his own sea of ​​consciousness, there was actually a trace of soul energy carried away by that aura.

The lost trace of soul energy is so small that it is difficult to detect it. Even if such a quantity of soul energy is lost in tens of thousands, it will not cause any damage to the cultivator himself.

If it weren't for Qin Fengming's practice of Huabao Ghost Alchemy, a mysterious technique that specializes in cultivating the soul, these energy losses of the soul would definitely not be sensed.

Lift your foot and take another step forward.

The strange aura just now emerged again, enveloping his body as soon as it surged.

"Hey, it's weird. This so-called illusory space is definitely not only good for monks." Sensing that aura attacking him again, Qin Fengming was completely convinced in his heart that this kind of questioning conference held by Shouxian Mountain would definitely be useful. Its hidden existence.

Based on this alone, Qin Fengming certainly cannot be sure that this so-called illusory space is a big conspiracy of Shouxian Mountain, but he can be sure that there is a bad effect on monks in this space.

Looking around, Qin Fengming's expression flickered slightly.

With a condensed expression, blue light flashed in his eyes.A strange blue light wave suddenly appeared from his eyes. The scene in front of him was twisted and turned rapidly in this light wave, and then it shattered on the spot like soap bubbles.

Feeling a flickering movement, Qin Fengming returned to the auction hall, sitting cross-legged on the futon, as if he had never moved.

Qin Fengming didn't move, nor did he open his eyes, but slowly released his consciousness to scan his surroundings.

In the hall at the moment, nearly ten thousand monks were still sitting cross-legged on the futons with their eyes closed, some with strange expressions on their faces;

On the high platform, Haiming no longer cast spells, but sat cross-legged as well.Putting your hands together, you are meditating with your eyes closed.

The tall pagoda, colorful lights flashed, and the majestic gray and white mist was still rushing towards the surroundings, everything seemed to be the same as it was at the beginning.

However, under Qin Fengming's powerful spiritual sense, he suddenly discovered that in the rapidly spreading gray mist, there were strands of extremely difficult-to-sense spiritual energy converging from around the stone platform to the tall pagoda.

Sensing this, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly trembled.

"That tall pagoda is actually absorbing the soul energy of nearly ten thousand monks in the hall." Qin Fengming thought to himself, and couldn't help feeling vigilant.

Qin Fengming had encountered this kind of collection in the ghost world in the lower interface.

Back then, Huangquan Palace had done this kind of thing.It's just that what the Underworld Palace collected at that time was the blood essence of monks.

Regardless of whether it's blood essence or spirit energy, with Qin Fengming's experience at this time, if he wants to use any weird means, it will probably have the same effect.

Although what this pagoda collects is not the soul of the monk, the energy of the soul still carries the aura of the monk himself.If Shouxianshan wants to misbehave with the participating monks, only by relying on the energy of the souls of the people collected, there is a way to restrain them.

Scanning the monks around, even the dozen or so people in the converging realm are still trapped in that weird and illusory space at this moment.

Qin Fengming did not use any means to rescue everyone from the illusion.

Since this kind of questioning conference is held every ten years, it must have existed for an unknown number of years.So many years have passed, and there is no record in the classics that this kind of conference at Shouxian Mountain has caused any losses to the monks of Icefield Island. Then, as a passer-by, he will naturally not ask for trouble.

Qin Fengming calmed down, closed his eyes, his body shook slightly, and his face also showed the expression of falling asleep.