Somewhere in a space, the sky was gray and heavy, as if it was covered with dark clouds, and there was a square on the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The square is somewhat quaint, paved with blue bricks and boulders, and in the middle of the square, is a circular grinding platform, with a diameter of more than two meters.

I don't know what material the grinding table is made of, it is black all around, and there are some carvings on it, and the texture is strange, like tadpoles, which is unrecognizable.

"Boy, this is the spiritual power grinding platform, sitting on it and cultivating can improve the strength of the spiritual power of the martial artist."

The old spirit pointed to the front and introduced to Ye Feng.

There was no way, after Ye Feng took out the spiritual power grinding table from his mouth, it was called a courteous person, and he couldn't wait to serve himself like his parents, but he couldn't help it, so he could only bring him over.

Besides, this kid's blood opened this ring, and it stands to reason that he can use the spiritual power mill to start contacting some of the secrets of this ring.

It's just that he later got a revelation that he couldn't let this kid have a smooth life, so he canceled the kid's welfare.

No, now this kid's spiritual power has been cultivated to a critical period, and he has also learned about some of the situation outside through the ring, this kid is currently in a worrying situation, and he should enjoy it, hehe.

"Is this the Psychic Power Mill?"

Ye Feng saw the grinding table in front of him, he was a little puzzled, he looked carefully, the little clairvoyant was also opened, and he didn't find anything special about the grinding table in front of him.

If there's something really special, it's that the grinding table is densely textured and intertwined, and finally collects in a small pitted groove.

"Old Ling, can this thing really make my spiritual power meet the requirements?", Ye Feng still didn't believe it.

The old spirit was unhappy: "I said that you kid still don't believe in Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben is the kind of spirit who lies and deceives people? Hurry up and sit down, if you delay any longer, Uncle Ben will close this place!"

Ye Feng saw that what Lao Ling said didn't seem to be fake, and besides, although Lao Ling usually spoke unpleasantly, he really didn't deceive him when it came to serious matters.

Ye Feng jumped on the grinding platform and sat cross-legged, "Is this all right? But it doesn't work?" Cast his doubtful gaze at the old spirit again.

"Boy, do you see the grooves on the grinding table, that's the energy source, put the fourth-level demon crystal in your hand on it, and the grinding table will rotate."

"By the way, by the way, I would like to remind you again, it may be a little painful later, if you want to improve your mental strength, just endure it honestly, the longer you endure, the greater the benefit to you."

Listening to Lao Ling's words, Ye Feng looked at the groove on the grinding table, just now he thought it was a small pit, but he didn't expect it to be an energy source.

Glancing at the texture extending from the groove again, "Hey, how do you look like an inscription, dense, although it makes people's minds dizzy, but there is a sense of beauty, the beauty of the invisible law of heaven and earth."

"Boy, what are you rubbing?Put the demon crystal square, and the grinding table will start, you won't be reluctant to take it?"

The old spirit reminded again that this kid had been sitting on it for a while, and he didn't see him cultivating, but instead looked at the inscriptions on the grinding table with a pair of eyes, and put the cart before the horse.

"Oh ..... Good!".

Only then did Ye Feng react, before he came, the old spirit asked him to bring the fourth-level demon beast that his uncle gave him, the demon crystal of the deep pool giant tortoise.

At first, he didn't know what the old spirit had in mind, but now it seems that he wanted him to use the fourth-level demon crystal as an energy source.

Wait, Ye Feng suddenly reacted and shouted at the old spirit: "Old spirit, just put it in?"

This is a fourth-level demon crystal, and it is worth one hundred and forty hundred thousand yuan, and he is ready to keep it for himself, and then use it when his cultivation breaks through to the Na Ling Realm.

But right now, the old spirit asked him to use this demon crystal as an energy source, this grinding table is too extravagant, right?

It's not that Ye Feng is reluctant, but how to look at it, he can't see anything different about the grinding table under his buttocks?

"Let you put it, you can let it go, do you kid want to improve the strength of your mental power, you can't give up a piece of demon crystal, it's so stingy, if you can't make a decision, just go out with Uncle Ben, right?"

The old spirit squinted his eyes below and despised it, Ye Feng was helpless, it was just a piece of demon crystal, if it could really improve the strength of his spiritual power, it would be worth it.

Ye Feng put the demon crystal in the groove on the grinding table, and it was also strange that there was originally a groove the size of a tomato, but after he put in the demon crystal the size of a duck egg, it was magically shrunk into a shape the size of a duck egg, and the demon crystal was wrapped tightly, for fear that he would take it out again.

The old spirit's words came over again: "Kid, enjoy it slowly, with the mellowness of the spiritual power in your fourth-level demon crystal, you can open the grinding table four times at most, save a little use, and try to stay on it for a long time."

Ye Feng silently wrote down the words of the old spirit, and sat quietly, ready to see how magical this grinding table was, which could increase the strength of his spiritual power.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, but there was no movement on the grinding table, what was going on? Ye Feng opened his eyes suspiciously, and there was no change on the grinding table.

He shouted at the old spirit, "Old Ling, this can't be the cultivation you are talking about, is it? Why is there no movement?

At this time, Lao Ling moved his recliner over again, and was about to watch Ye Feng's ghost cry wolf, only then did he realize that he had forgotten to tell Ye Feng about the method of opening the grinding table.

"Boy, it's good if you use your mental power to start silently, if you can't bear it, just quit silently, Uncle Ben will kindly remind you that if you can't bear it, come down, Uncle Ben doesn't want to collect your body."

Ye Feng automatically blocked the second half of Lao Ling's words, this is also too unlucky, he doesn't see any danger in the grinding table, and he can still cultivate him to death, it's really a joke!

Seeing Ye Feng's indifferent expression, Lao Ling gave Ye Feng a silent tribute.

He couldn't help but think of Xiao Leizi, remembering that Xiao Leizi was also quenching his body five times when he first cultivated, just like Ye Feng, and he didn't care.

But what about later? Ten minutes later, Xiao Leizi came down from the grinding platform, and when he saw the grinding platform, he was worried in his heart, and he didn't want to go up to practice anymore, and for a long time in the future, he didn't dare to mention the name of the grinding platform.

Ye Feng's heart moved, and he opened the grinding plate.

Buzz!

At the moment when Ye Feng gave the order to open, the grinding table made a buzzing sound, and on the grinding table, the spiritual power in the demon crystal flowed along the texture above, and it was lit up in an instant.

Suddenly, a magical scene appeared in front of Ye Feng.

The golden light is intertwined with each other, outlining an ancient pattern, magnificent, atmospheric, ancient, and simple, as if from an ancient legend, and then appearing between heaven and earth, surrounded by ancient breath.

"This is the Legendary-level Spirit Inscription Array!".

The so-called inscription array is a collection of patterns composed of multiple different types of inscriptions.

Ye Feng was really shocked, originally he thought that the texture burned on the grinding table was an inscription, but it was too obscure and too grandiose, and there was no introduction to this kind of inscription on "Inscription Foundation".

However, using the demon crystal as a driving force, and a golden light appeared, all of which were the characteristics of the legendary-level spirit product inscription, and Ye Feng was excited.

Grandma drops, not to mention the legendary-level inscriptions of spiritual products, they are peerless-level inscriptions, which are rare on the martial arts continent, hehe, if he learns it, he will not lie at home and count the money.

However, it didn't make Ye Feng happy for long, after the golden inscription array was activated, the light was immediately restrained again, and a mysterious power rushed towards Ye Feng's divine sea.

This is?......ahh

Before Ye Feng could react, he felt a swelling pain in his mind, as if he had been squeezed by something, and then as if it was shattered, Ye Feng shouted in pain.

He didn't dare to take it, his spiritual power returned to the sea of gods, and he found that in his mind, he didn't know when a quaint stone mill appeared.

On the top of the stone mill, his spiritual power was uncontrollable, and it slowly flowed from the notch on the stone mill, and the stone mill was rotating, and he felt that his spiritual power was crushed.

Cracking sound!

This is the sound of being grinded, the people who listen to it are terrified, every time the stone mill turns, Ye Feng feels that his spiritual power is shattered, and it feels like a vegetative person is coming, and he can get out of bed and escape immediately.

At the same time, the crushed spiritual power flowed out of the lower notch, becoming more and more white and solid, and the other exit of the stone mill came out with a slight white throat, and disappeared out of thin air.

This scene happened all the time, it was too painful, Ye Feng recalled that the old spirit made him endure the pain, and the feeling was this.

Stone mill, Ye Feng has not seen it, there is it in the orphanage.

Ye Feng's favorite thing is that Aunt Li Qiu uses a stone mill to grind soybean milk for them to drink, but he can't help but think that the stone mill can also grind the spiritual power of a martial artist.

Now, Ye Feng understands why this grinding platform is called a spiritual power grinding platform, and his feelings are to grind the spiritual power of a martial artist like a bean.

Pain and pain, this is the only feeling left in Ye Feng's mind.

Spiritual power is the most sensitive energy in the body of a warrior, more sensitive than the human nerves, it is conceivable that if someone takes your nerve endings and polishes them on the grinding plate, that kind of pain is definitely not human suffering, and the dead will also jump.

Buzz!

The quaint stone mill will not slow down the grinding of Ye Feng because of its pain, and it is still grinding Ye Feng's spiritual power in an orderly manner.

Time, in this moment, the turtle slowed down, and every minute and second seemed to be extended tenfold, a hundred times, and all of Ye Feng's spiritual power was finally ground once, and only a minute had passed.

On the grinding table, he was wet with Ye Feng's sweat.

Although Ye Feng scolded Motai for being inhumane, he had to admit that his spiritual strength had indeed improved.

If before, his mental power could fill a bottle, but now he can only change to a smaller bottle.

"Come again!".

Personally perceiving the improvement of his mental strength, Ye Feng shouted in his heart, mobilized his spiritual power, and took the initiative to invest in the inlet of the stone mill this time.

Who knows when Zhang Tian will come back? If he had learned that he had led people to exterminate his two brigades, and had not jumped over the wall in a hurry to get him in the slums, it would have been a disaster of destruction.

He could have run away with the fat man himself, but what about the other brothers?

He can't afford to leave the sixty or so people in his alliance to death without righteousness, he can't do it, and this is not his style.

Now, the spiritual power mill can improve his mental strength in a short period of time, and he naturally can't let go of this opportunity, it's nothing more than pain, it's better than losing his life.

The quaint grinding disc began its second crushing, and the old spirit in the audience always paid attention to Ye Feng's movements, and at this moment he also showed a look of approval.

"Boy, as long as you want, the gain is always proportional to the effort!".

(To be continued)