As soon as they entered Wutiansi, three Confucian students were knocked away and bleeding.

There were not only Yang Shengzi and his party around, but there were others too!

These people were squinting their eyes slightly at this moment, and they were smiling from time to time, wondering what Xiao Jiujiu was up to.

It seems that Yang Shengzi is in trouble again?

Indeed, these people do not covet Yang Shengzi, they only covet the two black and white books he just took out.

The air of death is completely different, but the vitality is different!

The black book is placed under a square table, and the white book is overlapped on top of the black book.

The subtle changes emanating from the two have been observed by everyone, and they are really curious about what kind of strange science is written inside after the seal is unsealed.

In the sea of ​​people, the monks glanced at the two black and white books from time to time.

Speaking of the entire Wutiansi, it is very big, about three hundred feet!

The center is hollow, with large round holes thrown out from both sides of the entire building like a bird's nest.

Under its empty round hole, there are bottles of long square-inch platforms, and each square-inch platform is placed with people or things who come from five continents in the world to seek imprisonment.

Each square inch platform is equipped with three formal students who have returned to the lower courtyard of Xue Academy to unseal these imprisoned objects.

Circular staircases are built up, down, left, right and on both sides of Wutiansi. One floor is rolled up and the other is rolled up. There are a total of nine stairs. Looking from a distance, the momentum is extraordinary.

Each side of the circular staircase is equipped with a viewing angle less than twenty feet, where monks from all over the world can stand and watch the students returning to Xue Academy unsealing their sealed objects.

Among them, at the viewing corner of the triple staircase, there was a young man and a little book boy, Hongwen, who was less than one-third as tall as the young man.

Hongwen just stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Before he could recover, he changed his hand and hugged Yang Shengzi's thigh:

"Hey, tall man, can you tell me, the book boy, where did you find these two books? They have such strong seals that not even the three seniors can break them!

Not only that, he was shocked and vomited blood. Such an incident has not happened in our academy's Wutiansi for a long time. The last time it happened was two hundred years ago. The tall man just satisfied the curiosity of the child and whispered.

Tell me about it."

The scholar Hongwen, who was always full of curiosity, shamelessly wanted to ask Yang Shengzi everything.

Unexpectedly, the tall man hugged by him only responded with a few extremely simple words, "He's from hell."

These four words immediately frightened Hongwen, the little book boy who returned to Xue Academy. He almost took out his own book and silently recited his sage's Dharma book a hundred times, no, a thousand times before he was not afraid.

While everyone at the viewing corner was thinking their own thoughts, the people who hurriedly went to invite the academy also came back, and among them, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a back figure came into everyone's sight.

Wearing a robe, there is a pattern like snowflakes engraved on the left chest of the robe. I think he is the Confucian master of Snow Academy this time.

"The students have met sir."

The students on the square platform all looked at the person who came. At the same time, they all put down their hands, stood up straight in a respectful manner, and waved their hands slightly in salute.

The middle-aged man just nodded slightly, walked straight up to the square platform on the third floor without stopping.

He glanced calmly at the two overlapping black and white books on the stage, then turned his head and looked at someone in the observation corner on the third floor: "Are these two things yours?"

The person to ask was naturally the young man standing in the observation corner with his hands behind his back.

Yang Shengzi just clasped his fists slightly, "In reply to Confucian Master, these two books are mine."

As soon as Yang Shengzi finished speaking, the people in all corners of the viewing corner raised their heads and quickly scanned this person's body, inside and out.

If these people had developed a pair of sharp eyes, I'm afraid they would have to tell Yang Shengzi what color pants he wore today and whether his socks were striped or not.

But the cold light shining from these people's eyes didn't look like a voyeur at all.

They are unknown people. Unlike the scholars and students of Huixue Academy, they have a very bright reputation. They have to worry about the reputation of Huixue Academy in everything they do.

But the people they came to seek to unblock were not good people. There were reckless people who had been licking blood from their knives for many years, and there were killer cultivators and wild cultivators who had been unknown to everyone for many years and no one knew their names...

Later, we will see if the Confucian scholars in the academy remove the two black and white books and see if there is any strong power fluctuation.

If there was, they would have to follow the clues to find out whether the young man with the mask had a deep foundation.

If it's not too late, kill someone quietly in the middle of the night, then tear off the person's face, pretend to be him, and take away the things.

It won't matter if you just pat your butt and leave afterward. This is not in the study hall and the four courtyards. The people in the academy can't control it even if they want to.

That’s right!

When these people raised their heads and glanced at the masked young man, the idea of ​​​​killing people and stealing goods came from this.

After quickly scanning Yang Shengzi's body, these people quickly covered up.

They are either looking here or there, pretending to be nothing, not looking at you, they are looking at the flowers, plants, Feng Shui environment, the environment of Wutiansi is indeed good!

The young man Yang Shengzi, who had become the focus of the audience, also moved his eyes around slightly, then smiled lightly and ignored it. His eyes were fixed on the middle-aged Confucian master with carved snow patterns on the square platform.

"Since it is your prison property, I must ask you a personal matter, otherwise I will definitely not open the two black and white books on the seal table easily. Where did Xiaoyou get these two books?

"

The Confucian master spoke calmly, and the surroundings were slightly silent.

Yang Shengzi frowned a little, then snapped his fingers and responded truthfully to the Confucian master on the other side: "Both books come from hell. I wonder if the Confucian master will help you open this seal from hell?"

Wherever the words passed, some people in the waiting corner heard these words, especially Ye Xiu, who had a somewhat formidable face. They quietly clenched their fists and tried to test his skills!

The two simple conversations between the middle-aged Confucian master and the young Yang Shengzi made everyone's hearts flutter.

Yang Shengzi's expression was calm, and even though the atmosphere changed drastically, there was still no sign of panic.

The middle-aged Confucian master's face turned slightly blue, and then Yang Shengzi laughed out of surprise:

"When I go back to Xue Academy to open anything, I won't ask any questions. Just give me the money. But today, my friend's things seem to be very strange, so I asked this question. I hope you can forgive me."

"That being the case, Mr. trouble, I would like to unseal this thing." Yang Shengzi waved his hand, indicating that the middle-aged Confucian master did not need to apologize. As long as he opened the seal, he, Yang Shengzi, would take the two books and leave.

The middle-aged Confucian master seemed to know what Yang Shengzi was thinking, "There is no need to rush. Even if I take action now, I will not be able to completely unblock it until tomorrow. You can find a place to stay in the market, or just here."

It’s okay to watch it for a whole day and a night.”

What? One day and one night!

It seemed that something was unexpected. The young man Yang Shengzi did not reply. He just stretched out his hand and signaled to the old man that he could start now.

With his sleeves moving wildly and his mouth starting to mutter slightly, the middle-aged Confucian master began to officially open the black and white books.

There is a vast aura rising all around, and when you feel it carefully, you can see that it is the awe-inspiring righteousness that is worse than seeing it a hundred times.

I have heard that scholars have their own majestic spirit, traveling thousands of miles like the wind, like waves, wind, and blue waves.

At the moment, on the square platform on the third floor, the atmosphere surrounding the middle-aged Confucian scholar is exactly that aura of emptiness and grandeur.

The fluctuations in air pressure are extremely obvious. When I look there, I can see all kinds of hallucinations of mountains and seas collapsing in my eyeballs. The method of sages practiced in the academy is indeed extremely subtle.

The people in the viewing corner burst into applause and cheers. Unexpectedly, today was an eye-opener for them to witness a Confucian scholar using Haoran Qi to unblock sealed objects.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the two black and white books on the square table also erupted into two kinds of power fluctuations that everyone was unfamiliar with. And looking at this posture, the two sides were evenly matched.

That's the power of the seal in the black and white book!

The middle-aged Confucian master is contending with this powerful sealing force for a long time.

It seemed that he was right. He had to wait until tomorrow no matter what. Yang Shengzi stretched out his hand and flicked the forehead of the book boy Hongwen, "Don't be in a daze. Let's go and come back to get it tomorrow."

The little book boy Hongwen, who was still enjoying the reading, came back to his senses and quickly said that he was looking for a place to stay, to look for his little book boy!

After that, the back figures of these two people remained deeply in the hearts of those majestic-faced wild cultivators.

Night has arrived.

Speaking of which, the color of today's night is extraordinary.

On the square platform on the third floor of Wutiansi, two kinds of breath fluctuations like wild winds rushed straight into the dark clouds, giving a strong pressure to the shallow night.

The breath of death is like dragging people into the abyss of death, and a sense of suffocation arises spontaneously.

There is another breath of life, like the flowers blooming in unison, blooming in the clouds, and the spiritual energy is revived in the bustling business, which is extremely joyful.

The completely different auras of the two are naturally emanating from the two black and white books on the square inch table.

There was a middle-aged Confucian scholar on the stage with a solemn expression and sweat on his brows.

I have encountered things from hell before, but never as difficult as tonight!

He, a dignified Confucian scholar who teaches and educates people in the academy, was almost swallowed up by these two books.

If you say this, who would dare to believe it?

But that's the fact, he almost died in this small stage!

At the same time, scholar Hongwen has taken Yang Shengzi to find a temporary place to stay.

In the room, the short little book boy was very sleepy. He took off his pants early and went to the bed, then fell asleep with his feet in the air.

The young man Yang Shengzi sat lightly on the square table. He had already drank all the pot of tea on the table. He was closing his eyes and recharging his energy.

Suddenly I opened my eyes, here it comes!

Yang Shengzi flew straight to the eaves of the roof, his untied black hair spread all over his body, dancing wildly in the wind.

There are only three in the east, five in the west, two in the south, and one in the north.

They all covered their faces and rushed towards the young man sitting alone on the eaves. Looking at this posture, it seemed that he would not go home unless he killed someone.

Without any unnecessary explanation, a war broke out directly...

And the two black and white books on the square table fluctuated even more violently.

Even many places close to Wutiansi were directly affected.

Those who were sleeping were awakened.

The people who were sitting alone in the house practicing Taoism all had their eyes wide open and jumped to the roof one after another, looking at the dark sky of Wutiansi, as thick as ink.

That's the spirit of hell!

That's right, it's the breath from Hades!

Waves of hellish energy actually roared in the unclear night clouds.
Chapter completed!