The pagoda is delicate and small, the whole body is dark, and there are twenty-one layers in total.

Yang Zhixing did not hesitate at all, raised his hand and waved, and the pagoda fell in front of Qiao Yuan in a swirling moment.

"Qiao Daoyou has to look carefully. ”

Qiao Yuan's eyes froze, and he slowly poked out his divine sense and landed on the pagoda, and probed carefully.

I don't know what kind of material the pagoda is made of, it has a warming effect on the divine consciousness, and there is an inexplicable attraction, which makes people can't help but want to explore the divine consciousness into the tower.

After pondering for a moment, Qiao Yuan separated a trace of his divine sense and cautiously leaned into the tower.

The tower was pitch black and filled with a hazy mist, and as soon as his divine sense came into contact with those mist, he faintly felt that there was a tendency to grow.

Qiao Yuan's heart moved, and secretly said that this old fox no wonder he wanted to compete with his divine sense, with this kind of magic weapon for many years of warm cultivation divine sense, I am afraid that his divine sense has already far surpassed that of a monk of the same level.

However, he has the Qingxing Xuanyue Flower, and he cultivates the Qingyue Heart Sutra day and night, and his divine sense is only stronger than that of an ordinary Jindan Great Perfection monk, but he doesn't know which is stronger or weaker than Yang Zhixing.

The divine sense carefully swept around the tower, Qiao Yuan did not find anything wrong, retracted the divine sense, a wry smile appeared on his face, and said lightly.

"Patriarch Yang has this magic weapon for cultivating divine consciousness, and if you think that your divine consciousness has long surpassed that of cultivators of the same level, you are suspected of bullying people. ”

"Haha...... , what does that Taoist friend mean?"

Yang Zhixing laughed, pretended not to understand what he said, and said loudly.

In fact, the reason why Yang Zhixing showed the pagoda to Qiao Yuan so happily was to let him retreat.

"Let's try it, maybe a miracle will happen. ”

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Qiao Yuan's mouth and said softly.

Yang Zhixing smiled, his expression returned to a solemn color, and he raised his hand to pinch out a seal and hit the pagoda.

"In that case, let's get started. ”

Saying that, the palm-sized pagoda is good in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it is already three zhang high, standing in the center of the living room, like a real tower.

"Daoist friends only need to inject all their divine consciousness into it, and this tower will light up with white light layer by layer, and the stronger the divine consciousness, the higher the number of layers of white light will be lit. ”

Yang Zhixing stood up, walked to the bottom of the pagoda, and explained slowly.

Qiao Yuan sat motionless in his chair, just looking at the pagoda and smiling without saying a word.

"Daoyou is optimistic, the old man will come first. ”

Yang Zhixing naturally understood what Qiao Yuan meant, and after speaking, he stepped forward and slowly put his right hand on the tower.

In just an instant, the pagoda on the twenty-first floor began to light up with white light from the first floor, and the fifth, tenth, and fifteenth floors, but within a few breaths, sixteen layers of the pagoda lit up with white light.

There was a hint of solemnity in Qiao Yuan's eyes, just when he probed into a trace of divine consciousness and entered the tower, he slightly estimated how strong the divine sense could be lit up.

The sixteenth layer of lighting up is enough to show that Yang Zhixing's divine consciousness is infinitely close to that of the early Yuan Infant monk, and I am afraid that it is not worse than the early Yuan Infant monk who has just married a baby.

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

While thinking about it, Yang Zhixing had already withdrawn his consciousness, and the white light of the pagoda slowly dissipated, returning to calm again.

Yang Zhimo, who had not spoken, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he knew that what the patriarch was best at was divine sense.

In the same way, he also knew a lot about this pagoda magic weapon, and he lit up the sixteenth layer, which was already infinitely close to the divine consciousness of the early Yuan Infant monk, and secretly said in his heart that even if this kid was extraordinary, he would definitely be far from the patriarch in terms of divine consciousness.

Liang Yun looked at Qiao Yuan with a worried expression, her hands in her sleeves were already drenched in sweat, her lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but she was a foundation building monk, so what qualifications did she have to intervene here.

Qiao Yuan nodded, walked slowly to the front of the pagoda, and circled around the pagoda, a faint cold light flashed in his eyes.

There was really something wrong with this tower, and just after he walked around, Cangtai's voice sounded in his head. It is said that this pagoda has both the effect of warming and nourishing the divine consciousness and the effect of absorbing the divine consciousness, as for whether it is warm or absorbed, that is a matter of thought of the owner of the pagoda.

Qiao Yuan's expression did not show the slightest abnormality, but he secretly scolded Yang Zhixing in his heart.

He had already inspected the pagoda, and if he pointed out that there was a problem with the pagoda at this time, he would inevitably say that he did not dare to compete and deliberately made excuses.

Now Qiao Yuan is difficult to ride a tiger, not comparable, not comparable, but at this moment, Cangtai's voice sounded again.

"Master, you can rest assured that you will probe your divine sense, if that little baby dares to manipulate the pagoda to absorb divine sense, the old slave has his own way to cure him. ”

With Cangtai's promise, Qiao Yuan's worries in his heart were immediately dispelled, and he raised his right hand and pressed it on the pagoda, and his divine sense slowly probed into it.

There was still a hazy mist inside the pagoda, but when Qiao Yuan's divine sense probed inside, those mist rolled in unison, emitting a bright white light.

After a few breaths, the fifth, eighth, and thirteenth layers all lit up with white light, and Qiao Yuan gritted his teeth and directly injected all the remaining divine consciousness into it.

The fourteenth floor slowly lit up, and the fifteenth floor also flickered a few times before emitting a white light.

Yang Zhimo stood up suddenly, looked up at the fifteenth floor, and his eyes showed disbelief.

As for Yang Zhixing, he looked shocked, looked at the pagoda, and then looked at Qiao Yuan, who did not withdraw his hand, and a trace of haze flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan's divine sense that probed into the pagoda suddenly felt a powerful pulling force.

The pulling force didn't come from a certain direction, but came from all directions, as if it was about to tear his consciousness to pieces.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were cold, and he secretly cursed the old fox, and then Cangtai's divine sense quietly burrowed into the tower, frantically devouring the mist.

However, in two or three breaths, a layer of mist was swallowed up by the wind and clouds.

Then the second, third, and tenth-layer fog was also swallowed up by Cangtai, and Yang Zhixing discovered the abnormality.

The mist was swallowed, and the suction force also dissipated, and Qiao Yuan suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and began to devour those mist.

As more and more mist was devoured, his divine sense grew rapidly.

"Daoyou stop. ”

Yang Zhixing's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted.

Those mist were the foundation of the Divine Sense, and once devoured, his pagoda magic weapon would lose its effectiveness.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qiao Yuan's mouth, and secretly said You old fox is plotting in front, now stealing chickens is not a recipe for rice, and now you still have the face to tell me to stop.

Thinking of this, he devoured the mist even faster.

At this moment, the sixteenth floor of the pagoda also lit up with white light, followed by the seventeenth and eighteenth floors.

"This ...... It can't be ......"

Yang Zhimo didn't know the situation inside the pagoda, his eyes widened at this moment, and he said in a trembling voice.

But Yang Zhixing quickly pinched his finger and hit the pagoda.

The pagoda shimmered, slowly shrinking from a height of three zhang, and finally became the size of a palm.

Qiao Yuan had no choice but to take back his divine sense, but Cang Tai was a little reluctant, and said to Qiao Yuan that if there was a chance, he must snatch the pagoda.

Yang Zhixing took back the pagoda, and his divine sense probed into it, only to find that the twenty-first layer of the pagoda was already eighteen empty, and there was no trace of fog.

"You...... How dare you devour the aura of the gods......"

Yang Zhixing's eyebrows were about to rise, and he pointed at Qiao Yuan and shouted angrily and incredulously.

The aura of the gods was collected from a meteorite that had landed from outside the sky during one of his travels.

When it is first collected, the aura of the Divine Essence is extremely irritable, and once it touches it, the Divine Sense will be damaged.

Yang Zhixing collected the divine qi into the pagoda and carefully refined it for hundreds of years, which has the effect of warming the divine consciousness today.

Even so, he didn't dare to devour the divine qi, because once he devoured it, his divine consciousness would grow too fast, and the sea of consciousness would be exploded in an instant.

Unexpectedly, in just over ten breaths, Qiao Yuan actually devoured the eighteenth layer of Divine Qi, and looking at his appearance, there was not the slightest discomfort.

This made Yang Zhixing shocked and angry, and he was a little speechless for a while.

"The breath of the gods? Could it be the fog in the tower? I just felt a pulling force in the bottom, and I wanted to tear the divine consciousness below, and I devoured the fog in desperation, and I hope that the Taoist friends will not be surprised. ”

Qiao Yuan showed a puzzled look on his face, pretending not to know anything, and said lightly.

In fact, he also sensed that if he swallowed too much mist, his divine consciousness might expand and burst the sea of consciousness.

But Cang Tai had devoured most of the mist in front of him, and Qiao Yuan had only devoured some remnants, so now there was no other discomfort except for a little swelling of his head.

When Yang Zhixing heard Qiao Yuan's words, he almost fainted.

He understood that Qiao Yuan was pretending to be confused, and by the way, he reminded himself that he was plotting ahead.

"You...... You ......"

Yang Zhixing's body trembled, pointing at Qiao Yuan and wanting to say something, but he had nothing to say.

He couldn't let Qiao Yuan spit out the breath of the gods, but just like that, he was unwilling.

"Patriarch, what's wrong with you?"

It was the first time for Yang Zhimo to see Yang Zhixing so angry and aggrieved, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm and asked urgently.

"Just now in the lower pagoda lit up the eighteenth floor, the high judgment, this Wen Dou is better than a fluke, Patriarch Yang does not have to be so angry, after all, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, we are Wen Dou, will not hurt the harmony. ”

Qiao Yuan knew that Yang Zhixing couldn't get off the stage, so he hugged his fist at him and said with a chuckle.

Yang Zhixing took a deep breath, sat on the chair, closed his eyes and groaned for a long time, then he waved his hand at Yang Zhimo, and said helplessly.

"Send someone to bring Liang Rong. ”

"Patriarch, this ......"

Yang Zhimo didn't expect Yang Zhixing to really plan to hand over Liang Rong, thought about it, and said a little unwillingly.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Zhixing waving his hand.

"Go. ”

He couldn't believe that Qiao Yuan's eighteenth-layer Divine Qi was unscathed, but the facts were in front of him, and he had to believe it.

In this way, Yang Zhixing firmly believed that Qiao Yuan must have some unimaginable hole cards, or that he was not a mid-stage Jindan monk, but a hidden cultivator.

Thinking of the second possibility, Yang Zhixing no longer dared to have any delusions, and carefully sailed the 10,000-year-old ship, it was really not worth the risk for a foundation-building female cultivator.