Tu Shanjun's spiritual consciousness came out of the soul flag.
The main hall has gradually begun to take shape under the construction of strong men.
Meng Zhi was sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, meditating under a crooked tree, feeling his own thoughts in the sea of consciousness.
He really needs to use visualization methods to stabilize his mind and temper his Yinshen. Otherwise, he will be frightened by the slightest disturbance. How can he withstand the strong winds and waves.
Maybe even the step of refining the holy object can't be accomplished.
"If we want to achieve it quickly within three years, I'm afraid we need to use the 'Hell Transformation' and the 'Tower of Babel.'"
Tu Shanjun made a calculation in his mind.
As Chuiyun said, it is impossible to achieve the ideal state gradually.
Even with his protection, it would be difficult to refine the holy object with Meng Zhi's cultivation level and Yin Shen, who is not very powerful now.
If you want to improve as quickly as possible, you need external help. Whether it's elixirs, lectures, or other magical powers that hammer the Yin God, use them if you can.
Tushanjun flicked his fingers and threw out dozens of tokens. The tokens immediately turned into concrete and turned into a strong man with an upper body with a muscular body and a lower body as ethereal as smoke. He laid the foundation of the formation according to Tushanjun's ideas.
When the gray-haired old man took out the formation plate and threw it into the sky, the formation completely rose and turned into a crystal turtle shell.
"Guixuan Panhai Formation."
"rise!"
"Third-grade spirit gathering array."
"fall."
"..."
Mengzhi noticed something strange happening around him and woke up from trance.
I was seeing the main hall being completed in the mountains.
The formation shrouded the entire palace, and the rich spiritual energy surged in like a surging tide. The formation was like a turtle treading on the sea, raising its head and completely suppressing the rioting spiritual energy from all directions.
"this……"
Meng Zhi was surprised.
He looked at the old man on the wicker chair who was flipping through half a scroll of scripture: "What is this?"
The old man glanced sideways.
Then he looked at the scripture in his hand and said, "The Annals of the Ancient Hun."
Meng Zhi didn't react for a while until he saw 'The Biography of the Holy Lord' written on the side of the scroll. He immediately said in surprise: "The Biography of the Holy Lord? Holy Lord Guhun."
Now he remembered that what Master Fox was looking at was not anything else, but the Benji of the Holy Lord who was in charge of the ancient city.
This thing is a volume of three spiritual stones, and it is widely published. It is said that it has the approval of the Holy Lord, and it encourages monks to read his spiritual path and legendary stories.
"You are still interested in this."
Meng Zhi said with a smile.
Children around the ancient city have seen this thing since they were three years old.
"good."
"This Holy Lord is quite legendary." The gray-haired old man nodded slightly.
He was not interested in the legendary story of the Holy Lord, but was looking for information about the saints of the Ancient Immortal Tower, and at the same time speculated on the distribution of the powerful men of the Ancient Immortal Tower in the Eastern Wilderness.
Maybe it will come in handy later.
The busy red scarf warriors are finishing their work.
The gray-haired old man put away the scroll and said, "From now on, you will stay here for three years."
"How to practice?"
Just as Meng Zhi was about to speak, he saw a black shadow dragging a dragon corpse into the formation.
"Fourth level desolate beast dragon!"
"I will teach you the Whale Swallowing Technique to help you absorb and refine spiritual energy."
"..."
…
After drinking and eating, Meng Zhi lay on the bluestone and began to snore.
Now he has no doubts in his mind.
Three hundred thousand flowers have been spent, and the Taoist opportunity has been chosen by oneself, so what else can one do? Of course, strive for it as much as possible.
Otherwise, how could he still leave alive after knowing such important news?
There is actually nothing wrong with living like this. Every day I either eat or drink or meditate.
Good meat goes into the belly, good wine goes through the intestines.
As you eat and drink, you can see the improvement of your own cultivation with the naked eye.
Coupled with the help of an unknown medicinal bath and a large number of pills that appeared to be of different sizes, Meng Zhi, who was originally as thin as a monkey, was forced into a ball by the power of the medicine.
Of course, there is no need to say much about his cultivation. After the accumulation in the first half year, he has already entered the middle stage of the golden elixir.
Compared to the great geniuses, it is still slightly weaker.
Fifty years old is the threshold for geniuses, but it does not mean that all geniuses need to be so advanced to reach such a level of cultivation.
Many outstanding geniuses have reached the second step in just ten or twenty years.
If it hadn't been for Tu Shanjun who allowed Jinghong to stabilize his cultivation, he would have stepped into the golden elixir to attack Yuanying very quickly.
Even Jinghong's cultivation is completely classified as a genius.
The only thing that dissatisfied Mengzhi was that such days were too boring.
It's like there's no pursuit all of a sudden.
Buzz.
Mengzhi was in a trance for a while, and the scene in front of him had completely changed into a different scene.
Compared to the panic he once had, Meng Zhi now glanced around calmly and observed the surroundings.
There was a tall tower standing in the distance. He couldn't count how many floors it had, but he could see straight into the clouds.
Meng Zhi looked back and saw an endless expanse of land behind him.
There's no end in sight.
The moment he turned around, the tower that should have been in the distance had already appeared in front of him.
"Tower of Babel?"
"good."
Meng Zhixunxun said.
The gray-haired old man stood beside him and also looked at the tower in front of him: "From today on, you need to earn all the resources you need by yourself."
"earn?"
Mengzhi didn't know what this meant.
"In the Tower of Babel, all my inheritance is integrated. You will get the rewards you deserve after passing each level of the tower."
The old man looked at Meng Zhi.
He had seen Meng Zhi's laziness.
No matter who it is, they will slack off in such a comfortable environment, even an extremely self-disciplined monk.
All this is because resources are too abundant.
Enough to not need to worry at all.
This is not good.
Suddenly, it was like a bolt from the blue. Meng Zhi suddenly said nervously: "What if I can't pass?"