Chapter 1454 Is Just a Dream

"This is... Nezha?"

Ning Qi frowned, looking at the small figure half-kneeling not far in front of him, with two gold steel rings hanging on his body, and a hot wheel on his feet, which was quite similar to the figure in Ning Qi's memory , the coercion coming from it is many times stronger than the two giants in front of the Nantianmen before, almost making Ning Qi 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 disappeared quietly.

Finally, he came to the front of the main hall, and there were three large characters written on the plaque: Lingxiao Hall.

"The Legendary Lingxiao Temple where the Jade Emperor is located..."

Ning Qi smiled lightly and walked into the hall.

Crash.

One after another figures on both sides of the hall knelt down, and Ning Qi glanced over their faces one by one, and saw many characters similar to his memory, such as Tota Li Tianwang, Erlang God, Eight Immortals...

They half knelt and said nothing.

"This illusion is real."

Ning Qi sighed, and 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 startled, smiled, walked to the seat and sat down unceremoniously.

In an instant, Ning Qi's expression froze. He felt a terrifying breath coming from the chair into his body, crazily condensing his Immortal Emperor's image. In the blink of an eye, Ning Qi felt that the image seemed to have disappeared. Breaking through to the highest level of heaven, and his cultivation realm, also entered the Dharma Aspect Realm Dzogchen!

"This speed..."

Ning Qi was not only not happy, but was a little shocked. Such an increase rate is too weird.

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

The tenth floor!

This proves that Ning Qi has the aptitude to break through to the Creator of the Five Tribulations, and it is the kind with a very high probability. Even Xiao Wuye of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sect can only break through to the ninth floor!

"His aptitude is so terrifying?"

Xiao Wuye muttered to himself.

"Little friend, how is this place?"

A faint voice sounded in Ning Qi's ear.

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

"Who are you..."

Ning Qi's expression changed slightly, he didn't know if the other party was an illusion, or the presence of the Tower of Mind to scare people.

"It's just a lonely ghost, don't mention the name, my little friend hasn't answered the old man's question, what do you think of this place? As long as you sit in this position, your practice will increase infinitely, at least for decades, At most hundreds of years, you will be able to 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 steady stream of energy in the chair, which was transmitted into his body and condensed the immortal emperor's Dharma for him.

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

"Stay here? Don't be joking, old man. This is just an ancient pagoda. Do you want me to stay here as a relic?"

Ning Qi smiled lightly, his thoughts turned sharply, and he quickly thought about the way to escape from here. This place is so weird that he even felt that everything was an illusion, including his current breakthrough in cultivation and the advancement of the law, all are illusions!

"Since you don't want to stay here, this old man won't force you. I just hope that you will remember the good relationship you have formed today. By the way, people from the outside call this place the Tower of Mind. There are thirty-three floors in total. , right? Actually, this is the 33rd floor of Ling Xiaotian. But the old man has already used a trick to cover my eyes, so no one will know that you have been here for 33 days."

The old man smiled.

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

First, the resplendent and resplendent hall became extremely dark and spooky, and the half-kneeling Tota Heavenly King and others on both sides also became short of hands and feet. Four of the Eight Immortals even lost their heads, leaving only their bodies. One eye seemed to be gouged out by someone alive.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi only felt a chill on his back, and a chill went straight from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai. He quickly looked at the old man, where is he still there?

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

"This place is weird, leave first!"

With a secret thought in his heart, Ning Qi quickly left the Lingxiao Temple. He turned his head and saw that only one third of the plaque on the hall was left, with only one word Ling, and the rest seemed to have been chopped off by life.

Ning Qi immediately decided to go back the same way. On the way, he saw Nezha again. At this moment, his face was covered with blood, and there was a fist-sized blood hole in his heart.

Without stopping, Ning Qi saw the seven fairies in palace costumes before. They all had no heads, and they continued to walk. A dragon with only dry bones and rotten flesh on the head was silently lying on the ground.

Outside the Nantianmen, two thousand-foot-tall giants, with only their feet still half-kneeling, disappeared without a trace from the part above the navel.

Ning Qi broke through the air and left. After dozens of breaths, he turned around and looked around. He could only faintly see the Nantianmen through the clouds and mist.

"Lonely ghosts, dilapidated Heavenly Court, is this my memory captured and transformed by the Tower of Mind, or... these gods have gone through a great battle, and finally lost, and their souls are hiding here..."

Doubts arose from the bottom of Ning Qi's heart. Without more clues, he couldn't confirm whether what he saw was true or false.

If what the old man said is true, he has reached the thirty-three days that even Immortal Emperor Daoyan has never been to?

...

When Ning Qi was thinking, in the dilapidated Lingxiao Palace, one after another figure walked out of the hall, stood respectfully behind the old man, and looked in the direction of Ning Qi.

"Old gentleman, you gave him all the remaining fairy energy here, we... I'm afraid we will be annihilated in ashes."

Erlang said in a low voice.

A desolate breath permeated everyone around them.

"We don't belong to this world. How come the ashes are annihilated? Don't look at it anymore. This tower is just when a real fairy soldier fell, the soul hid in it. Based on his memory, he constructed the pagoda. I'm waiting, I'm waiting...it's just a dream..."

The old man said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew by, and the figures were like sand grains, floating in the sky and the earth.