Taking a deep breath, Su Mu blocked the throbbing in his heart.

He looked at the animal skin book in his hand in disbelief.

In a hurry, Su Muzhe opened the animal skin book, and his expectations were dashed.

The content recorded in the scriptures is exactly the same as that of Su Muzhe, "The Sutra of Greeding and Returning to Yang Yin Ling" known to him.

Even the entire scripture only occupies very little content in the animal skin book, followed by the experience of many ancient sages practicing this scripture. The same content also exists in the "Hundred Ghosts Jinglun" inherited by Su Muzhe in the past.

In an instant, Su Muzhe was panicked. He searched through all the bookshelf and even saw the general scriptures of "The Hundred Ghosts Jinglun".

All the inheritance of the past was placed in front of Su Muzhe.

There are not many words, but there are not many words.

This seemed like a treacherous existence, a joke that was blocked by Su Mu during the whole years.

Su Muzhe stared at the entire bookshelf and fell into a long silence.

For a moment, Su Muzhe even overturned his previous speculation.

I didn't come from that strange world.

Su Muzhe could even imagine the scenes of the past. Ten thousand years ago, the Xuancai Holy Land was destroyed, and some remaining disciples escaped from the heavens with unknown methods. He fled far away, fled to the ends of the earth, escaped from the settlement of many treacherous forces behind him, and truly survived. In the long years later, he accepted disciples and passed down his own magic lineage.

Perhaps the remaining disciple fled to Haichaozhou, or perhaps his descendants wandered to Haichaozhou, experienced the rotation of life and death, watched the ebb and flow of tides, and at the end, four thousand years ago, in Haichaozhou, he passed on this line of Taoism to a white-haired boy.

Is this the truth really?

Su Muzhe looked at the huge stone wall in a daze, at the spiritual wood bookshelf inlaid on the stone wall, and at the various animal skin books placed on the bookshelf.

Through the years, are these the real truth?

Maybe not!

Su Muzhe thought of the injuries on the child when he saw Zuiquan before.

The strange cold frost Taoist method, the frost pattern that almost condenses the Taoist principle itself...

Chongyi Dawang has already made a conclusion on this matter. Perhaps he was one of the powerful people who attacked the Xuancai Holy Land in the past. He had seen the true inheritance of this sect. After 100,000 years, Chongyi Dawang's judgment was the most recognized by Su Muzhe.

If this is true, then this walled animal skin book has nothing to do with the inheritance of the Xuancai Holy Land in the past.

The strange cold frost Taoist method did have traces of thick soil in Su Muzhe's eyes, and even many of the Taoist patterns involved the way of life and death, but it was completely different from the "Hundred Ghosts Jinglun" practiced by Su Muzhe. The cold frost Taoist pattern did not have the spiritual charm of Yin Ming.

When I thought about it, I felt like I was in a dead end.

Where does this animal skin book come from?

Just as he was confused, Su Muzhe suddenly stood up all over his body. In an instant, Su Muzhe returned to his mind, his eyes focused and looked at the depths of the underground palace.

The dark corridor seemed to absorb all the light and light, allowing Su Muzhe to see only pure darkness. Even if the supreme eye technique is used, he cannot directly look at the clues deep in the underground palace.

But the strange sound still sounded in the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound was extremely light, but when it fell into Su Muzhe's ears, it seemed like a big bell.

Until now, Su Muzhe has rarely felt the feeling of palpitations. The powerful Taoist body that he cultivated in the past is trembling involuntarily at this moment.

It seemed like... there was some ancient and powerful existence that woke up from the depths of the underground palace because of Su Muzhe's arrival.

"Hehe—hehe—hehe—hehe—"

The harsh sound of metal and stone friction came from the depths of the underground palace. Su Muzhe frowned and suddenly glanced at the lamp holders on both sides of the stone wall. The long years had already extinguished the lights of the past. With a wave of Su Muzhe, a fire light flew out of his sleeves, turning into a dragon soaring into the sky, passing through both sides of the stone wall, igniting the lamp holders.

The strange existence hidden deep in the underground palace finally appeared in front of Su Muzhe's eyes.

Squinted, Su Muzhe finally found the sound of the friction of gold and stone.

At the end of the corridor, there is a wide stone chamber. The surrounding stone walls have been repaired and smooth, with ancient and unpredictable Taoist patterns imprinted on them.

The patterns were dense, and even in Su Muzhe's eyes, they seemed dazzled. For a moment, Su Muzhe's eyes swept over quickly. Su Muzhe had no way to identify these Taoist patterns.

The four corners of the stone wall have black copper chains as thick as thighs, extending along these strange patterns, as fine as spider webs.

Looking at it intently, the interweaving of the chains was not disorderly. This should be some kind of ancient formation, and it even originated from the work of Xuancai Holy Land in the past. On this formation, Su Muzhe saw many traces of familiarity, similar to the ban formation on the gate of the underground palace, but it was more profound and cruel.

In the center of the formation formed by black copper chains, a miserable monk was imprisoned.

Let's just count it as a monk.

This is up to be discussed. At least in Su Muzhe's eyes, there were not many people like that in the black figure.

The black copper chains gathered densely in the center of the formation, piercing through the man's Taoist body.

It was not until Su Muzhe approached that he noticed that even the black copper chains were branded with ancient talismans, exuding the frost Taoist rhyme that penetrated deep into his bone marrow. This was a very terrifying sealing technique. After 100,000 years, he still powerfully suppressed the monks in the center of the formation.

Even many of the lines on the black copper chain are mottled and are not eroded by time, but are stained with blood and carrion.

Su Muzhai brows slightly frowned. Perhaps, the true color of these chains is not black.

These chains were stained with the blood of the ancient monk, and then dried up and solidified. Finally, the black blood penetrated into the immortal copper and turned into the current black color.

Standing in front of the stone chamber, Su Muzhe remained silent.

Perhaps it is ridiculous, but Su Muzhe knew that this ancient cultivator who was suppressed and imprisoned by the formation was still alive.

The previously bizarre "bang bang" sound was the sound of Gu Xiu's heart beating.

"Ahem..."

Gu Xiu lowered his head, stained with blood, and his long knotted hair hung in front of him, making Su Muzhai unable to see his face clearly.

Su Muzha still said nothing.

"It's been 100,000 years... You have betrayed the vows of the past. I have already made it clear what you want to know. Tell me! Tell me! Does anyone remember the vows of the past? Where is Yuan Lanzi? Let him get out and see me!

Traitors! You are all traitors! Yuan Lanzi! It's ridiculous, ridiculous, like you, you are willing to be that man's hyena? Hahaha! You still want to covet immortality? You! You have to bear the immortality for many years! You! You have to bear immortality far away! Hahaha... Traitor!"

Gu Xiu's figure was trembling violently. At a moment, a terrifying aura bloomed on his body, and was instantly suppressed by the formation.

That is the breath of power.

Su Muzhe was still indifferent, watching Gu Xiu pulling the black copper chain, struggling wildly, with blood and tears in his eyes, laughing hideously, and then burst into tears.

"There is nothing Yuan Lanzi here. If you are... crazy, I will turn around and leave. If you are... crazy, I will talk to me."

When he heard Su Muzhai's silence and hoarse voice, the man's hideous and crazy voice came to an abrupt end.

He seemed to hear something incredible, suddenly looked up and stared at Su Muzhe's figure with his eyes.
Chapter completed!