"Is this...Nezha?"

Ning Qi frowned and looked at the small figure half-kneeling not far away in front of him. He had two golden steel rings hanging on his body and his feet were on the hot wheels, which was quite similar to the figure in Ning Qi's memory. The pressure from his body was many times stronger than the two giants in front of the Nantian Gate before, almost making Ning Qi's pace unable to move forward.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Qi raised his foot with some difficulty and continued to walk forward. After passing by Nezha, the pressure quietly disappeared.

Finally, he came to the front of the hall, with three big words written on the plaque: Lingxiao Palace.

"The legendary Lingxiao Palace where the Jade Emperor is located..."

Ning Qi smiled faintly and walked into the hall.

Crazy.

Figures knelt down on both sides of the hall. Ning Qi's eyes swept across their faces one by one, and saw many people who were similar to those in his memory, such as Tota Li Tianwang, Erlang Shen, and the Eight Immortals...

They were half kneeling and silent.

"This illusion is real."

Ning Qi sighed, his eyes fell on the central high platform, but found that the seat where the Jade Emperor should have been sitting was empty. Ning Qi was slightly stunned, smiled, walked to the seat and sat down without hesitation.

In an instant, Ning Qi's expression stopped. He felt a terrible aura coming from the chair into his body. His eternal Immortal Emperor's Dharma Image was crazily condensed. In the blink of an eye, Ning Qi felt that the Dharma Image seemed to have broken through to the highest level of the heavenly level, and his cultivation level also entered the Great Perfection of the Dharma Image Realm!

"This speed..."

Not only was Ning Qi not happy, but was a little shocked. This increase speed was too weird.

At the same time, outside the Tower of Mind, everyone watched in shock as the light on the Tower of Mind lighted up layer by layer until the tenth floor, and then gradually stopped.

The tenth floor!

This proves that Ning Qi has the qualification to break through to the Creator of the Five Tribulations, and is the kind with a high probability. Even Xiao Wuye from the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sect has only reached the ninth level!

"His qualifications are so terrifying?"

Xiao Wuye murmured to himself.

"My friend, how about this place?"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi turned his head suddenly and saw an old man with white hair and beard holding a whisk in his hand, looking at Ning Qi with a smile.

"Who are you..."

Ning Qi's expression changed slightly, and he didn't know if the other party was an illusion or the existence of this tower of mind was created to scare people.

"It's just a lonely ghost, it's better not to mention the name. My friend hasn't answered my old question yet. What do you think is this place? As long as you sit in this position, your practice will increase infinitely. At least for decades, or as many as hundreds of years, you can break through to the Creator of the Nine Tribulations, or even stronger..."

The old man said with a smile.

Ning Qi frowned slightly. He did feel that there was still a constant stream of energy in the chair, which was transmitted into his body to condense the Dharma image of the eternal Immortal Emperor for him.

This scene is very similar to the essence left by absorbing the evil Shura when he initially condensed the Dharma image. However, for some reason, this power seemed a bit illusory to Ning Qi.

"Stay here? Don't joke anymore. This is just an ancient tower. Will I stay here as a relic?"

Ning Qi smiled faintly, his mind changed rapidly, and he quickly thought about how to escape from this place. This place was too strange. He even felt that everything was an illusion, including his current breakthrough in his cultivation and his advancement in Dharma images, which were all illusions!

"Since you don't want to stay here, I won't force you. I just hope that the good relationship I have made today will be remembered in the future. By the way, people from the outside world call this place the tower of mood, there are thirty-three levels, right? In fact, this is the thirty-three levels of Lingxiaotian. But I have already used a trick for my friend. No one knows that you have been here for thirty-three days."

The old man smiled.

After saying that, before Ning Qi could ask anything, the old man suddenly waved the dust, and the scene around him changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First, the magnificent hall became extremely dark and full of ghost energy. The half-kneeling Tota Heavenly King and others on both sides also became lacking hands and feet. Among the Eight Immortals, four of them had no heads and only their bodies were left. The eye between Erlang Shen seemed to have been dug up alive.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi felt a chill on his back, and a cold air rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky spirit cover. He hurriedly looked at the old man, where was his trace?

Subconsciously, Ning Qi stood up and found that he could finally get out of this dusty chair.

"This place is weird, leave first!"

He said in his heart, Ning Qi quickly left the Lingxiao Palace. He turned his head and saw that there was only one-third of the plaque on the hall, with only one word Ling, and the rest seemed to be chopped away by someone.

Ning Qi immediately decided to return the same way. On the way, he saw Nezha again. At this moment, his face was covered with blood and a blood hole as big as a fist in his heart.

Keeping pace, Ning Qi saw the seven fairies in the palace dress before. They all had no heads and continued walking. One body was left with dry bones, and only the rotten and flesh on the head was lying on the ground silently.

Outside the Nantian Gate, two giants, thousands of feet tall, were left with only half kneeling, and disappeared without a trace from the upper part of the belly button.

Ning Qi left after breaking through the air. After dozens of breaths, he turned around and could only see the traces of the Nantian Gate from the clouds and mists.

"Solved ghosts, the ruined heavenly court, is this my memory being captured and transformed by the Tower of Mind, or... These immortals and gods experienced a great battle and were finally defeated, and their souls were hidden here..."

A trace of doubt grew from Ning Qi's heart. Without more clues, he could not confirm whether everything he saw was true or false.

If what the old man said was true, he had already made it to the thirty-three days that even the Daoyan Immortal Emperor had never been there?

...

While Ning Qi was thinking, in the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace, figures followed out of the hall, standing respectfully behind the old man, looking in the direction where Ning Qi was.

"Laojun, you gave him all the remaining fairy spirit energy here, and we... are probably going to be destroyed."

Erlang Shen whispered.

A sad aura filled everyone's bodies.

"We don't belong to this world, where did the ashes come from? Don't look at it. This tower was just when a real immortal soldier fell. His soul hid in it. From his memory, we were constructed. We were waiting... it was just a dream..."

The old man spoke lightly.
Chapter completed!