Looking at the situation on the stone platform, Qin Fengming did not blink.
The pagoda is two feet high, divided into seven floors, in an octagonal shape, with golden bells hanging from the corners of each floor. The overall look is extremely delicate.
As the pagoda unfolded, a cloud of colorful rays of light appeared, enveloping the pagoda, giving the already magical pagoda a mysterious and sacred aura.
"Dingle bell!~~~" A clear and melodious ringing sound rang out, spreading to the entire hall in an instant.
The sound waves spread and did not show any attack effect. But the moment the bell hit his ears, Qin Fengming suddenly felt his mind shake, and his eyes couldn't help but close together. At the same time, a sharp feeling of dizziness suddenly filled his mind.
This feeling did not last long and then disappeared 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 instead 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 both hands, and the finger secrets shot out, turning into colorful runes and pouring into the colorful glow surrounding the pagoda.
The tall treasure was bursting with rays of light, and strange energy ripples appeared from the seventh floor of the pagoda, spreading silently to the surroundings. It was like a ripple, which looked very beautiful.
As the bells rang with excitement, the nearly 10,000 monks in the hall showed signs of falling into sleep.
"Buzz!~~" A huge bell sounded several times louder than before, and a gray-white mist suddenly spewed out from the tall pagoda. The mist surged, rolling and spreading rapidly towards the vast hall.
go.
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, his heart moved slightly. 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 filled with curiosity, and he moved towards the distance.
As soon as he took a step forward, Qin Fengming stopped again, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
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 his spiritual consciousness, which was comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of theosophy, it would be difficult to notice the sudden strange aura under his 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. 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, these losses of soul energy would never have been felt.
Lifting his foot, he 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 was slightly gloomy.
As his expression condensed, a blue light flashed out in his eyes. A strange blue light wave suddenly appeared in his eyes. The scene in front of him, in this light wave, twisted and turned rapidly, and then like a soap bubble,
It shattered on the spot.
Feeling a slight movement in his figure, 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 ten thousand 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 in the same way. He put his hands together and meditated with his 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 feel vigilant.
Qin Fengming had encountered this kind of collection in the ghost world in the lower interface.
Back then, Huangquan Palace had done something like this. It was 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 monks, the soul energy still carries the monk's own soul aura. If Shouxian Mountain wants to do something unruly to the participating monks, it can do it just by relying on the collected soul energy of everyone.
Everyone is restricted.
Looking around at the monks, even the dozen or so people in the Convergence 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 inquiry conference is held every ten years, it must have existed for an unknown number of years. After so many years, there is no record in the classics of what losses this kind of conference in Shouxian Mountain has caused to the monks of Icefield Island, then
As a passer-by, he would naturally not cause trouble for himself.
Qin Fengming calmed down his mood, closed his eyes, swayed slightly, and his face also showed the expression of falling asleep.