In the case of asking east and west, Luo Feng finally found the location of the Painting God Pavilion in Qingmo City.

As one of the strongest forces in the Empty Dust Empire, the attic of the Painting God Pavilion is very large, and there is a square in front of the attic, and the square is full of black and oppressive people.

Obviously, a lot of people are interested in psychic atlases, and there aren't many opportunities for that.

The whole square was divided into two parts by the crowd, one side set up a high platform one meter above the square, people gathered around the high platform to watch, and on the other side put their eyes on a stone tablet about four or five meters high.

Luo Feng recognized at a glance that the eye-catching stone tablet was the psychic atlas that a few people had just said.

It took a long time, and Luo Feng finally squeezed from the crowd to the front, and only then did he see the complete psychic map, which turned out to be just an ordinary stone tablet, with a blank space on it.

The stele is very high, but only about a meter wide, and there is a long table next to the stele, and two old men sit next to the table, who are responsible for the test of the psychic map.

A large red cloth notice on the side of the stone monument is really eye-catching.

"Only those who have the talent of soul power can see the content of the atlas clearly!

"Note: Those who visit the psychic map need to pay five empty dust gold coins, don't disturb if you are not sincere!"

This rule alone has kept a lot of people out.

The empty dust coin is the gold coin issued by the empty dust empire through the gold and silver money market, of course, the value of the gold coin is needless to say, many ordinary people only earn a gold coin by doing a monthly job, which is equivalent to 10,000 copper coins, which can already maintain the basic livelihood of a family.

Who has nothing to do and take a few months' rations out just to see a picture?

The first condition for cultivating the way of the soul is that the soul power must pass the test, and only when the soul power reaches a certain requirement can the soul power be used to perceive things that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

The psychic atlas is that kind of thing, no matter how ordinary people look at it, it is just a stone tablet, and only people who are gifted with soul power are qualified to comprehend the secret.

Therefore, many people come to see the excitement, not to participate in the psychic atlas.

Of course, there are people who really go to enlightenment.

At this moment, there were two people in front of the stele, sitting cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed, with serious expressions.

At this moment, one of them opened his eyes very hesitantly, frowned, sighed, and muttered, "It's still a lot worse!"

Obviously, he had failed, and he felt very embarrassed to be watched by so many people, and hurriedly got up and left, disappearing into the crowd.

"Another failure, how difficult is this psychic map? It took me a morning to realize one!"

"It's good to be able to realize one!"

"The pass rate is less than one hundredth, which is terrible!"

"However, as long as you can pass, you will be glorious and rich for a lifetime, and with the talent of soul power, entering the Painted God Pavilion is something that countless people dream of!"

"If I didn't need five gold coins, I really wanted to try it!"

"Cut! You don't want to think about it, how long does it take to let everyone give it a try?

Just when everyone was discussing, there was a trace of abnormal movement in the psychic map, and blue lines loomed on the stone tablet, and a dragon tail and a body connected to the tail appeared out of thin air at the bottom of the psychic map, which was lifelike!

At the same time, another person sitting in front of the psychic atlas opened his eyes.

He almost jumped up with excitement, and hurried to the long table to say something to the two elders.

"You look at the psychic map, there is really a dragon tail, did he succeed? The talent is really high, who is this?"

"You don't even know him, his name is Zhang Chong, his father is the owner of a cloth mill, he is rich, in order to let his son get ahead, he spent a lot of money, what pills, heaven and earth treasures are all bought for him, and he almost went bankrupt!"

"Yo, it's good to have a rich father, and he doesn't care about a small amount of money like five gold coins. ”

"Enlightenment is two, failure!" The old man on the side spoke very ruthlessly, and when he heard the old man's words, the crowd exploded again.

"Elder, I really realized, I vaguely saw the whole dragon, how could there be a mistake? I was sixteen years old, my soul power was already at the second order of the first level, and now I am almost at the second order intermediate level, my father said that I am a genius of the Heavenly Column! You must be mistaken!" The young man named Zhang Chong obviously felt that he could not fail, and pulled the arm of one of the elders and shook it continuously, wanting the elder to re-judge.

"Roar!"

A powerful aura burst out from the old man's body, and the yellow spiritual power in his whole body converged, forming a fierce beast phantom behind him, roaring towards Zhang Chong.

"Elder don't be angry, I was wrong, leave immediately!" Zhang Chong felt that his body was heavy, under the oppression of the old man's beast phantom, he felt that his spiritual power was completely uncontrollable, and hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to make any more temperament, without the slightest sign of stopping, turned around and left, and disappeared into the crowd.

In the face of absolute strength, it is useless for him to do anything.

This also proves that Zhang Chong did fail to participate in enlightenment.

"Even Zhang Chong has failed, who can succeed? Isn't this making things difficult for people?"

"You can't do it with second-order beginner-level soul power, do you really want second-order intermediate soul power, or even high-level?"

"Don't think about it, it's impossible, I've been standing here for more than two hours, and none of them have succeeded!

"Spiritual power is transformed, Chen Lao is actually the third realm of spiritual cultivation, the spiritual cultivation of the phantom spirit realm, worthy of being the elder of the Painted God Pavilion, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, each one is not simple!"

The old man's momentum not only scared Zhang Chong away, but also shocked many people in the square.

The introduction to spiritual cultivation is very simple, but the more you go to the back, the more difficult it becomes, there are very few people who can cultivate to the phantom spirit realm, the strength of the old man is already much stronger than many people, he is a strong man in the eyes of people, after showing his strength, everyone's attitude towards the old man is more respectful.

Luo Feng was watching the psychic atlas on the side, and at the same time, everyone's respect for the old man fell into his eyes, and he inevitably felt disdainful.

He was already a spiritual cultivator in the Illusory Spirit Realm at the age of eleven, and he really couldn't understand the reaction to these people.

But that's all in the past.

After encountering these things, the current Luo Feng has no spiritual power on his body, and he is completely an ordinary person who has not opened the spirit seal.

Because, after being refined into a puppet, the entire body does not even have blood, what can be used to carry spiritual power? The spiritual sea where spiritual power is stored is also gone, and without spiritual power cultivation, it can only rely on soul power.

Even if he was refined into a puppet, Luo Feng's soul power was still partially preserved, which was also the confidence of him to dare to come to the Painting God Pavilion.

Moreover, he has nine days left.

Luo Feng has been observing for a long time, and has already understood the psychic atlas and is eager to try.