Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Looking at the situation on the stone platform, Qin Fengming did not blink.

The pagoda is two feet high, with seven floors in an octagonal shape, and a golden bell hanging from the corner of each floor. The overall look is extremely refined.

As the pagoda unfolded, a cloud of multicolored rays of light appeared, enveloping the pagoda, giving the already magical pagoda a mysterious and sacred aura.

"Dingle bell!~~~" A clear and melodious bell rang out, spreading to the entire hall in an instant.

The sound wave spreads without showing any attack effect. But the moment the bell hit his ears, Qin Fengming suddenly couldn't help but feel shaken, his eyes couldn't help but close together, and at the same time, a sharp feeling of dizziness suddenly filled his mind.

This feeling did not last long before disappearing on its own.

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

Qin Fengming did not open his eyes, but released his spiritual consciousness and glanced at the middle-aged monk and the tall pagoda on the stone platform.

At this time, the middle-aged monk made secrets with his hands, and the finger secrets shot out, turning into colorful runes, and poured into the colorful glow surrounding the pagoda.

The tall treasure puffed out rays of light, and strange energy ripples appeared from the seventh floor of the pagoda, spreading silently towards the surroundings. Like a ripple, it looks very beautiful.

As the bells rang, the nearly 10,000 monks in the hall showed signs of falling asleep.

"Buzz!~~" A huge bell sounded several times louder than before, and a gray mist suddenly spewed out from the tall pagoda. The mist surged and rolled rapidly towards the vast hall.

In just 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 be flying out of thin air.

Faced with such a feeling, he felt a slight movement in his heart. Just when he was thinking about whether to get rid of this feeling, his eyes flashed and his figure had already appeared in another world.

In a valley, a stream flows slowly, surrounded by green trees, red flowers and green grass are everywhere, and birds stand on the branches and chirp, creating a beautiful scene of mountains and rivers.

"Illusion! Is this the so-called illusory space?"

Looking at the place in front of him, Qin Fengming did not use his spiritual eyes, but his face was full of curiosity, and he moved towards the distance.

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

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

The aura was extremely weak and almost undetectable. If it weren't for the power of divine consciousness, it would be comparable to a monk in the middle stage of theosophy. Even if you think about it, it is difficult to detect the strange aura under your feet.

The aura was strange and disappeared immediately when his figure came to a standstill.

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

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

The loss of soul energy was so small that it was difficult to detect. Even if tens of thousands of soul energy were lost, it would probably not cause any damage to the monks themselves.

If Qin Fengming had not practiced the Mysterious Skills of Transforming Treasure Ghost Refining Technique, which specializes in cultivating the soul, he would never have felt the loss of energy of the soul.

He raised his foot and took another step forward.

The strange aura just now emerged again and enveloped his body.

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

Based on this alone, Qin Fengming certainly cannot be convinced that this so-called illusory space is a major conspiracy of Shouxian Mountain, but he can be convinced that there are effects in this space that are not good for the monks.

Looking around, Qin Fengming's expression flickered slightly.

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

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

Qin Fengming did not move or open his eyes, but slowly released his consciousness and glanced around.

In the hall at this moment, nearly 10,000 monks were still sitting cross-legged on futons, with their eyes closed. Some had strange expressions on their faces; some were swaying, as if they were moving rapidly; some were stable, without any abnormalities.

On the high platform, Hai Ming no longer cast spells, but sat cross-legged. Put your hands together and meditate with your eyes closed.

The tall pagoda, with colorful lights flashing, and the majestic gray-white mist still spewing rapidly around, everything looks the same as it did at the beginning.

However, under Qin Fengming's powerful soul induction, he suddenly discovered that in the gray-white mist that was rapidly spreading out, there were actually extremely difficult to detect wisps of soul energy converging from around the stone platform towards the tall pagoda.

Upon sensing this, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly shook.

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

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

Huangquan Palace had done this before. It's just that what Huangquan Palace collected at that time was the essence and blood of monks.

Regardless of whether it is blood essence or soul energy, based on 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 soul energy still carries the monk's own soul aura. If Shou Xian Shan wants to do something wrong to the monks who are participating in it, he will have the means to restrain them just by relying on the collected energy of their souls.

Looking around at the monks, even the dozen or so people in the aggregation realm were still trapped in that weird and illusory space.

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 countless years. After so many years, there is no record in the classics of what damage this kind of conference in Shouxian Mountain has caused to the monks of Icefield Island. As a passerby, he will naturally not cause trouble for himself.

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

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