Ling Chen nodded and followed Leng Tianyan out of the hall, passed through the huge hall that stood on the top of a mountain, bypassed the dense attic, and came to the literary website behind the heavy building.
This loft looks very old, like an octagonal pavilion, hovering high in the open space near the back hill. The white bricks and tiles have been rendered into a misty gray color by the breath of time, and even
There are many ivy branches climbing up 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 his own skills unwillingly.
Then let this kid suffer some hardships. Maybe this little suffering is 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 for many disciples.
Died unwillingly
Speaking of which, the military solution is actually not completely dead. This name is not handed down from the Bloody Dawn, nor is it handed down from the ancient times. It is a name that has been handed down since the birth of the monks in the Black World.
Bingjie is when a monk dissipates the essence, blood and blood that he has cultivated for a lifetime and returns it to the heavens. The heavens will give the "two in ten million" chance of reincarnation to the soldier, so there is
Later, it became known as "Bingjie Reincarnation"
However, let alone the bloody dawn in the black world, even in the ancient times, it is difficult to tell that anyone has truly been reincarnated by soldiers [
Some people don't believe it. It's said that after being reincarnated, they can't remember the memories of their previous lives. Others say, isn't it like entering reincarnation?
But the first group of people still persist, maybe they can get close to the memories of 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. How many of the ancestors of the Black World Soldiers have been reincarnated until now?
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 hatred of the Blood Marquis is so great, they will not even allow the enemy to be defeated successfully.
Although it's a bit funny, but this is the case in the underworld now. In a life-and-death situation, what people think about besides escaping is "military liberation"
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, gently opened the door of the dusty library, and thought deeply in his heart, I hope this kid can wake up soon! Not only his qualifications are extremely poor, but he also wants to choose the most difficult magic technique to practice.
Law
Alas! Let him go. Leng Tianyan knows that most of the disciples of Taiyi Sect with extremely poor qualifications will not achieve much in their lives. It’s not because there are really no disciples in Xie Yun Peak. Leng Tianyan looked at the disciples who disappeared at the door.
Ling Chen wondered if he should go to the Servant Hall and take in any disciple who would be better than the one in front of him?
That’s it, your achievements are not high! Many disciples are like that, let them be
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 breaking 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 dust and hung on the stairs leading to the second floor of the library.
superior
Ling Chen patted the gray layer of a book on the ground and 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 the first chapter of the book was damaged and half doubted that the beginning of the book was not suitable for him [
I heard from Senior Brother Chen that the Library Pavilion back then caused disciples from various mountain peaks to frantically scramble for it. This huge space must be the relics left over from that fight.
You know, when the tide of time recedes, the last remains will surface.
Looking at the books scattered all over the place, it seems that it is difficult to find anything on the first floor.
Ling Chen cautiously stepped on the wooden steps that could break if not careful, and walked towards the second floor...
As soon as I poked my head out, a strong smell of damaged wood and rotten wood hit me.
Ling Chen couldn't help but sneeze, which stirred up the dust on all the wooden shelves of books on the second floor and filled the sky with dust.
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 at the direction of the attic with his eyes narrowed! Then he sank into the cultivation with all his concentration.
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 reaching into every corner to find useful techniques.
"Ahem!" He choked on the gray layer again and coughed loudly. Ling Chen climbed up to the last three-story attic in one breath! Ling Chen looked at the dilapidated books on the ground and felt a little desperate. Many books were either damaged too seriously!
Or maybe he prefers the system of various natural avenues. Ling Chen wants to find a pure magic method, because he knows that the most difficult thing to practice is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body and transform it into demonic energy. After absorbing the refining transformation,
The progress of cultivation is twice that of disciples practicing other techniques.
In this way, ordinary outer disciples who practice demonic skills are slow in their cultivation, and even when they reach the final bottleneck, they cannot accumulate enough demonic energy at once to make a breakthrough.
And Ling Chen discovered that the dark ‘magic sword’ on 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 he is not affected by this and can practice magic skills every moment. This is why Ling Chen
You must make up your mind to find a complete and murder-oriented magic method.
"This book "The Tradition of Heavenly Demons" suits me, but it is 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 stuck between the wooden frame and the floor.
Shaking his body vigorously, he tried to take out the long sword inserted into the hole in the board.
Unexpectedly, the wooden frame above him shook violently, and the butterfly effect affected Ling Chen, who was swaying on the ground on the tall wooden frame next to him. He 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 the long sword for a long time, gritted his teeth and threw himself towards the book in the wooden shelf.
Hooked it, hooked the book with his left hand, Ling Chen excitedly held it tightly in his hand
Then there was a roar above the head
"ah"
The wooden frame above his head suddenly pressed heavily against Ling Chen. The wooden board under him could not bear the weight of the young man! It began to "squeak" and break.
The moment the weight fell down, Ling Chen clearly felt another weight pressing down on him, 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 protruding spiked wooden blocks, a pile of wood suddenly undulated.
Stretching out a hand covered with blood, the palm vigorously grabbed the sawdust and debris around it.
Leng Tianyan was like this, not stepping forward to help, silently watching the bloody palm struggling to grasp the surrounding debris.
The owner of the blood palm was completely submerged by the large pieces of black sawdust. If the ruins around the blood palm could not be cleared away in a short 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 palm were solidified by the strong sunlight...
Slowly, the blood palm's movements around the sawdust became slower and slower, as if it could no longer hold up any longer.
Leng Tianyan looked straight at the bloody palm reflected in the depths of his pupils without blinking.
I don’t know how long it has been
"Zhi Zhi" The bloody palm dropped down with force, but then the hanging bloody 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...