Nodding, Ling Chen followed Leng Tianyan out of the main hall, passed through this huge palace standing on the top of a mountain, bypassed the dense attics, and came to the ancient-looking library behind the heavy building.
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This loft looks very old, like an octagonal pavilion, hovering high in the open space close to the back mountain. The white bricks and tiles have been rendered gray by the breath of time, and there are even many ivy.
The tall vine branches covered the corners of the library.
"Since you like magic skills, I have no objection. You can go in and choose!" Leng Tianyan originally planned to teach Ling Chen the skills he specializes in, but he didn't want Ling Chen to practice them unwillingly.
My own skills. Then let this kid suffer a little. Maybe this little suffering will be the price of a lifetime.
After all, when Xie Yun Peak was in great power, many disciples who practiced demonic techniques ended up having trouble making progress. Many disciples changed to practice Taiyi Sword Technique. Unfortunately, it took too much time, and the end was approaching. Many disciples
The disciples were unwilling to surrender and died.
Speaking of which, the Bing Jie is actually not completely dead. This name is not handed down from Bloody Dawn, nor is it handed down from ancient times. It is a name that has been passed down since the birth of monks in the Black World.
Bingjie means that a monk will dissipate the cultivation, spirit, and blood that he has practiced for a lifetime and return it to the heavens. The heavens will give the "two in ten million" chance of reincarnation to the soldier.
, so it was later known as the "Bingjie Reincarnation".
However, let alone Bloody Dawn in the Black Realm, even in the endless years of ancient times, it is difficult to tell that anyone has truly been reincarnated.
Some people don't believe it. It is said that after the reincarnation of soldiers, they can't remember the memories of the previous life. Then other people say, isn't it like entering reincarnation?
But the first group of people still insist, maybe they can retain bits and pieces of memories from their past lives, or maybe they can suddenly solve the mystery of memory when they become stronger in the future.
In short, there are different opinions! Until now, the Black Realm soldiers have killed countless ancestors, but how many can be reincarnated?
Although there are no known examples of successful reincarnations of Hyougae, it does not affect the younger generations who have to practice "Hyeogae Reincarnation" before they die.
And some enemies, because the blood feud is too deep, will not even allow the enemy to successfully defeat the enemy.
Although it's a bit funny, but this is the case in the underworld now. In a life-or-death situation, what people think about besides escaping is "defeat".
This legend, which obviously does not exist, was imitated by thousands of monks in later generations...and passed down.
Leng Tianyan looked at the young man in front of him and gently pushed open the dusty library door. He was thinking deeply in his heart, hoping that this boy would wake up soon! Not only did he have extremely poor qualifications, he also wanted to choose the most difficult magic path to practice.
Kung Fu.
Alas! Let him go. Leng Tianyan knew that most of the disciples of Taiyi Sect with extremely poor qualifications would not achieve much in their lives. It was not because there were really few disciples in Xie Yun Peak. Leng Tianyan looked at the disciples who disappeared at the door.
Ling Chen was wondering if he should go to the Servant Hall and accept any disciple he wanted, who would be better than the one in front of him?
That’s it, your achievements are not high! Many disciples are like that, just let them go.
After thinking about it, Leng Tianyan immediately sat down and meditated. The cultivation of every elder in the sect was honed through hard work and actual combat, and what he got was by no means a fluke or a so-called pie in the sky...
Ling Chen, who had entered the library at this moment, stepped on the old sawdust on the ground and heard bursts of shattering and breaking sounds.
Looking around at the messy and dilapidated library, Ling Chen found that the broken bookshelves stacked with books were scattered on the ground. Many books were stained with gray and hung on the stairs leading to the second floor of the library.
After patting the dusty layer of a book on the ground, Ling Chen picked it up from the ground. The simple cover was engraved with the age-old silver dotted line "Thick Black Demonic Record".
This is a book about magic skills. Gently open the yellowed pages! Ling Chen found that half of the first chapter of the book was damaged. Undoubtedly, the beginning of this book was not suitable for him.
From what Senior Brother Wuchen said, the library pavilion back then aroused a frenzy of plundering and fighting by disciples from various mountain peaks. These are the relics left over from the fight back then.
You know, when the tide of time recedes, the last remains will surface.
Looking at the books scattered all over the floor, it seems that it is difficult to find anything on the first floor.
Ling Chen carefully stepped on the wooden steps that could break if he was not careful. He walked cautiously towards the second floor...
As soon as I poked my head out, a strong smell of damaged wood and rotting wood hit me.
Ling Chen couldn't help but sneeze, causing all the books on the second floor and the dust on the wooden shelves to flutter all over the sky.
After the gray layer filled the air, Ling Chen patted the gray layer in front of him in disgrace.
"Ahem..."
Leng Tianyan, who opened his eyes on the ground, glanced in the direction of the attic with his eyes narrowed! Then he lost all his mind and fell into cultivation.
At this moment, Ling Chen, who was deep on the second floor, couldn't feel a powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping across the entire attic. He was still probing into every corner to find useful techniques.
"Ahem!" He coughed loudly after being choked by the gray layer again. Ling Chen climbed up to the last floor in one breath. The three-story attic! Ling Chen looked at the dilapidated books on the ground and felt a little desperate. Many books were either lost too much.
Serious! Or he is biased towards various systems of natural avenues. Ling Chen wanted to find a pure magic method, because he knew that the most difficult thing to practice in the magic method was to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body and transform it into demonic energy, absorbing the
The refining, transformation, and cultivation progress are twice as fast as those of disciples practicing other techniques.
In this way, ordinary outer disciples who practice demonic skills are slow in their cultivation, and even at the final bottleneck, they are unable to accumulate enough demonic energy in one go to make a breakthrough.
And Ling Chen discovered that the dark 'magic sword' at his waist seemed to be continuously providing him with demonic energy.
That is to say, while ordinary people's practice of magic skills is twice as slow as that of disciples who practice Taiyi Sword Techniques, but I am not affected by this and can practice magic skills every moment. This is also why Ling
Chen must make up his mind to find a complete magic method that is biased towards killing.
"This book "The Tradition of Heavenly Demons" suits me, but it's too incomplete."
"This "Taiyi Qingyun Jue" is not a magic technique..."
Lying flat on the thick gray wooden board, Ling Chen got under a wooden shelf and reached out to grab an unknown book lying quietly in the corner.
Kicking hard with both feet, Ling Chen found that the 'magic sword' at his waist was stuck on the wooden frame, blocking Ling Chen from getting in.
Turning his head back against the wooden board, Ling Chen looked angrily at the long sword at his waist that was stuck between the wooden frame and the floor.
He shook his body vigorously, trying to take out the long sword inserted into the hole in the board.
Unexpectedly, the wooden frame above him shook violently, causing the butterfly effect to affect the tall wooden frame next to him. Ling Chen, who kept swaying on the ground, had no idea that the tall wooden frame next to him was slightly tilting towards the wooden frame above his head.
What will be the consequences if it falls?
No one knew this, but Ling Chen, who couldn't squeeze out his sword for a long time, gritted his teeth and threw his body fiercely towards the book inside the wooden shelf.
He hooked it, hooked the book with his left hand, and Ling Chen excitedly held it tightly in his hand.
Then there was a roar overhead.
"ah"
The wooden frame above his head suddenly pressed heavily against Ling Chen, and the wooden plank beneath him could not bear the weight from the young man's body! It began to "squeak" and break.
The moment the heavy burden hit him, Ling Chen clearly felt another weight coming right after him. It was as if another wooden frame had also fallen down.
"ah"
"Boom boom"
Along with the roar, the most glorious library in Taiyi three hundred years ago suddenly collapsed before Leng Tianyan's opened eyelids.
No other emotions could be seen in his cold eyes. Leng Tianyan stood up and silently stared at the ruined library, among the countless protruding spiked wooden blocks and the undulating pile of wood.
Suddenly a hand covered with blood stretched out, and the palm vigorously grabbed the sawdust and debris around it.
Leng Tianyan remained like this, not stepping forward to help. He silently watched the bloody palm struggling to grasp the surrounding debris.
The owner of the blood palm was completely submerged by the large black sawdust. If the ruins around the blood palm could not be cleared away in a short period of time, the owner of the blood palm would probably die.
"Zhizhi" Even if the dilapidated attic collapsed, it could still take away the life of a new disciple. Leng Tianyan did not step forward to help.
He wanted to see if the apprentice drowned under the rubble in front of him had enough perseverance.
Gradually, the blood stains on the blood-stained palms were solidified by the strong sunlight...
Slowly, Blood Palm's movement around the sawdust became slower and slower, and it seemed that he could no longer hold on.
Leng Tianyan looked straight at the bloody palm reflected in the depths of his pupils without blinking.
I do not know how long it has been.
"Zhizhi" The blood palm hung down weakly, but then the hanging blood palm stretched out again with difficulty, and a new blood flow appeared next to the blood between the fingers, flowing continuously into the pile of red sawdust.
inside.
In this way, Leng Tianyan could only see his blood-stained palms weakly moving the surrounding sawdust...