In fact, before Emperor Ye could react at first, he was slapped into the Lingtong Tower by the old abbot.￠￡Ding￠￡Point￠￡Xiao￠￡ said,
The moment his entire body sank into the Lingtong Tower, he clearly felt as if his whole body was wrapped in a layer of viscous liquid.
This feeling is like throwing a person directly into thick honey. The sticky feeling makes his whole body extremely uncomfortable, and he subconsciously wants to break free.
However, in mid-air, Ye Huang, who no longer had a trace of vitality, could only wave his limbs in vain, and his body was sucked directly into the Lingtong Tower in an instant.
"Wave!"
A few seconds later, when Ye Huang was still panicking, there was an extremely clear sound, as if a bubble was blown, and Ye Huang returned to a free state.
The body landed lightly on the ground and landed directly in the center of the Lingtong Tower.
At the same time, the violent spiritual energy around him was directly injected into Ye Huang's whole body, and the comfortable feeling made him almost moan.
Ye Huang has been to many places, including the burial place of the ancestor of the Yellow Emperor, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered in the Lingtong Tower in front of him was countless times more powerful than that in it.
The feeling of warm spring breeze is intoxicating.
Especially the feeling that suffocated him before made Ye Huang feel deeply about the spiritual energy between heaven and earth at this moment.
"I didn't expect that there is such a rich spiritual energy in this spiritual tower. The speed of practice in it is many times faster than outside."
Muttering in his heart, Ye Huang stood still and looked at the inside of the Lingtong Tower.
The ground in the entire Lingtong Tower is as smooth as a mirror, as if it has been polished with sandpaper. On the ground, there are many Buddhist Sanskrit engraved. Even if Ye Huang doesn't understand it, when he stares at it, he still feels There is a kind of shock from the heart.
Based on his intuition, he knew that these Sanskrit words were absolutely extraordinary and might even be directly related to the mystery of this spiritual tower.
And around the Ling Tong Pagoda, the viscous substance is shining with green light. From bottom to top, it is supported by eight small pagodas around the Ling Tong Pagoda, soaring straight into the sky, and finally the one in the middle. The real Ling Tong Tower gathered together directly above and became the illusory Ling Tong Tower phantom outside.
As for the phantom of the Lingtong Tower that was hundreds of feet high from below, I don’t know what kind of heaven-defying tricks the old abbot had used. The illusory wind chimes on each floor of the tower were also floating in waves, and the sounds were endless. The mighty sound of Buddha.
"This Lingtong Tower is almost the same as a magic weapon in the world of cultivation?"
Ye Huang knew that there could not really be such a thing as the world of cultivation in this world, but if he used it as an example, the Lingtong Tower in front of him could really compete with the magic weapon in it.
"The inner core of the Ling Tong Pagoda in the middle is made up of eight pagodas that complement each other. Together with the Sanskrit engraved on the ground, this Ling Tong Pagoda is created!"
"Whether you can return to the path of ancient martial arts depends entirely on your own destiny."
After Ye Huang stayed there for a few seconds, he realized the reality clearly. He entered this period to repair his injuries, not to watch the scenery.
Even if this Lingtong Tower is against the heavens, it is not my own cultivation after all. Just look at it to satisfy your eyes.
"The old abbot asked me to enter this real psychic tower and meditate. If I succeed, it will be possible to repair it."
With deep thought in his heart, Ye Huang walked towards the Lingtong Tower in the middle.
But what he didn't expect was that just when he was about to reach the tower, the entire Lingtong Tower buzzed and a light curtain flashed out, pushing Ye Huang out.
Caught off guard, Ye Huang flew backwards and fell heavily to the floor, falling all over.
"Holy crap! What the hell? Did the old abbot tell me that the method was wrong and it wasn't to enter this psychic tower?"
Ye Huang climbed up, his whole body was sore and his back ached very uncomfortably.
I didn't expect to be tricked by this psychic tower, it was really embarrassing.
"Damn it, I still don't believe it."
Cursing and swearing, Ye Huang slowly approached this time.
The second time, the third time, the fourth time...
In the next half hour, Ye Huang made more than ten attempts. As a result, no matter what speed, posture, or state Ye Huang tried to approach the Lingtong Tower, all of them were photographed without exception.
Fly out.
Just like all the same-sex people in the world repel each other, as soon as Ye Huang reaches within five meters of the Lingtong Tower, he will definitely be thrown back like a dog eating shit.
The greater the force, the harder the fall will be!
Forty minutes later, Ye Huang, who was already bruised and swollen, sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily.
The bruises all over the body are being nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and are rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Damn, what's going on? The posture is wrong, I also changed the position, the speed is wrong, I also changed, is it possible that your psychic tower is also a male?"
Ye Huang was a little annoyed and cursed in a self-deprecating manner.
Ever since he became sensible, Ye Huang has never suffered such a loss. He was bruised and swollen by an object. If this spread, he would be embarrassed to see others.
Half a minute later, Ye Huang's injuries all over his body were restored to their original state again.
It has to be said that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this Lingtong Tower nourishes Ye Huang's whole body, which is almost as good as the self-healing ability of the wolves and vampires, or even stronger.
The only thing that depressed Ye Huang was that the damaged meridians and the broken Dantian in his body showed no signs of getting better.
It is still like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any waves.
"Try again. If it doesn't work, you have to find another way."
In his heart, Ye Huang could not completely deny what he had done before, so he was ready to do it again.
Another half an hour passed. Not far from the illusory tower, Ye Huang fell heavily to the ground again. Not only was he sweating profusely, but the ground was dripping with blood.
Within half an hour, Ye Huang's madness disappeared. He tried to break through and enter the psychic tower again and again, but he was rejected time and time again. The force of the rebound made him suffer even more.
"It seems that this method won't work. I have to calm down and think about it carefully."
In this matter, Ye Huang was basically sure that the method he used would not work, so he stopped being stubborn.
He stood up and sat cross-legged. After a few minutes, the injuries all over his body were repaired again.
But this time, what surprised him was that he could feel some sensation in his damaged meridians from his knuckles.
The vitality that penetrated into the body from the outside actually stayed on his little finger.
"It works!"
"Hahaha, it works! God, it actually works!"
For a moment, Ye Huang was so happy that he smiled with tears in his eyes.
