Deng Jiuling and the three great arrogances stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion side by side.
Looking around, the bookshelves are like clouds, full of various ancient books.
Here, it seems to be a very large library.
In all directions, exudes the atmosphere of the ancients.
Even many places are covered with dust.
Obviously, no one has come to this place for a long time.
"It's a pity that the Qu family sits in such a treasure house, but no martial arts talents have been born in the past 100 years." Jingtian couldn't help sighing.
"If there are really talents for the Qu family, we will take advantage of it?" Feng Yuanba was a little bit disdainful.
"Don't quarrel, this time the first one is destined to be my son." Mo Jiande said confidently.
"The exercises of the Dragon Elephant Scriptures are located in the basement, so you can comprehend them yourself." Qu Ge's old voice suddenly resounded around.
Old Qu Ge clearly stood outside the door and did not come in, but his voice was like thunder rumbling, even the earth shook.
This terrifyingly large-scale sound transmission into the secret, immediately moved all the heavenly arrogances, and all breathed in air-conditioning.
too strong!
Although the old man Qu Ge never showed martial arts, judging from his performance, the martial arts of this man must be beyond imagination.
"Qu Ge always cultivates the Dragon Elephant Sutra, and this is the only way to have such a skill. This is indeed the supreme internal skill." Mo Jiande walked forward with a fine light on his eyes.
Boom!
The ground suddenly cracked open, revealing a swarthy stone step.
The stone steps descended all the way, dark and dark, filled with chills.
"If the martial arts is lower than the fourth-grade master, I am afraid that even if you come here, you will not be able to see the Dragon Elephant Scripture." Jingtian looked in surprise.
"Yes, the stone room where the Dragon Elephant Scripture is located is probably made of ten thousand years of ice. If the cultivation level is not enough, even if you can step into the stone room, you will definitely die." Huo Jiande nodded, deeply convinced.
"His grandmother, the incense stick time has started, don't talk nonsense." Feng Yuanba strode the meteor and stepped into the stone steps first.
Huo Jiande followed and stepped in proudly.
"Brother Deng, come on, I believe this time, you will definitely get the first place." Jingtian said with a fist.
"Brother Jing, you...?" Deng Jiuling was a little confused.
"I am the young master of Tianfeng Pavilion, and my family has already appointed a marriage." Jingtian explained through the secret.
Before talking, Sedum blushed a little, and seemed very satisfied with the marriage.
"It turns out that this kid, like Ning Xiaoyao, is here to make soy sauce." Deng Jiuling was a little funny.
Although Deng Jiuling had the confidence to get the first place, but Sedum was so frank, Deng Jiuling had a better impression of him.
"Brother Jing, thank you for your kind help today. If you have trouble in the future, you only need to crush this jade pendant. No matter where you are, I will follow the induction." Deng Jiuling handed a jade pendant to Jingtian and said solemnly.
"This is... Wanli Sound Transmission jade pendant!" Jingtian took the jade pendant and handed it to Deng Jiuling immediately: "Brother, this thing is too expensive, I can't ask for it."
"It's okay, I have a lot of this stuff, it's worthless." Deng Jiuling smiled.
Deng Jiuling was telling the truth. Although the jade pendant of Wanli Sound Transmission is valuable in Yangjian, it is a local stall in the prefecture.
The reason why this kind of jade pendant is precious is that to manufacture it, it needs to guide the evil spirits, and the manufacturing technology has been lost.
However, Deng Jiuling made many such gadgets through life and death.
After the Cliff of Silence incident, Deng Jiuling learned a lesson from his mistakes. In order to prevent accidents with people around him, he could not get news, so he created the sound transmission jade pendant.
Because it is mass-produced, the sound transmission jade pendant is of no value to Deng Jiuling.
But Deng Jiuling's honest words fell in the ears of Sedum, but they turned into a daring, righteous and thin cloud.
"Big Brother Deng, younger brother and you hit it off right away, so why don't we become brothers?" Jingtian said excitedly.
Hey, boy, isn't it just a place to sell goods? What moved you
Deng Jiuling was speechless, but still said, "Yes."
Deng Jiuling had a good impression of Sedum, and it was fine to bow to him.
And more importantly, Tianfeng Pavilion is the martial art of Beiming, and it has mastered many resources of Beiming medicinal materials.
If Deng Jiuling wants to advance in the future, he will have to refine the pill, and there is a huge demand for medicinal materials.
Sedum is much more reliable by Ning Xiaoyao, and can be controlled by Deng Jiuling. Deng Jiuling doesn't need to worry about him detrimental to him.
So even if Sedum didn't say anything, Deng Jiuling had the heart to make sedum.
"Today I am Sedum!"
"My Deng Jiuling!"
"Swear by heaven and earth!"
"Become a brother!"
"Swordsmanship!"
"Living in this life!"
Both of them are bold people, and they are not stuck with red tape, directly kneeling on the ground, swearing to the sky, and be regarded as brothers.
"Big Brother!"
"Virtuous brother!"
The two laughed at each other, their eyes full of pride.
"Brother, you keep this jade pendant. My Tianfeng Pavilion business footprint is all over Beiming, but I am considered a big business man."
"In the future, if you need medicinal materials or manpower. You can order the Tianfeng Pavilion disciples by holding this token."
Sedum took off the jade pendant on his waist and handed it to Deng Jiuling.
"Okay." Deng Jiuling nodded and handed the Golden Snake Sword to Jingtian: "This sword was originally owned by Snake Sovereign. I killed Snake Sovereign and captured it. You are also a swordsman. Give it to you."
"Brother, this... This is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, too expensive, I can't ask for it." Jingtian took a look at the Golden Snake Sword, and was shocked.
"This sword is not very useful to me, you can keep it." Deng Jiuling waved his hand.
Deng Jiuling is now a sixth-grade grandmaster, as long as he refines the Void Returning Pill, he can become a grandmaster.
At that time, Deng Jiuling really didn't see a medium-grade spiritual weapon.
It's just that Deng Jiuling's honest words fell in Sedum's ears, and it became Deng Jiuling's humility.
"Big brother!" Jingtian was a little excited, don't want to be moved.
"Go, don't waste time, it's important to look at the Dragon Elephant Sutra." Deng Jiuling patted Sedum's shoulder and stepped into the stone steps.
Sedum followed closely and stepped into the stone steps.
The more you go down, the greater the coldness. When Deng Jiuling stepped into the stone room, the white glow of Sedum bloomed all over his body, and he could only be forced to urge his true energy to protect his body.
No way, the stone room is too cold, if the true energy is not stimulated, even the martial arts master will freeze to death.
But Sedum was surprised that even Huo Jiande and Feng Yuanba were urging Zhen Qi to protect their bodies, but Deng Jiuling didn't run Zhen Qi.
"Big brother, so strong!" Jingtian admired.
But soon, Sedum’s gaze was deeply attracted by the carvings on the stone wall.
These sculptures are curved lines, like the veins of the human body, very mysterious.
"This is the trajectory that teaches us how to move the zhenqi in the veins!" Jingtian looked serious and watched intently.
These lines are broad and profound, and seem to contain all things in the universe. The eyes of the sedum are shining, and they dare not blink.
But just after watching it for a minute or so, Sedum's throat suddenly became sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
It was only a minute, with Sedum's strong martial arts, was actually injured
hiss!
Sedum was a little unbelievable. He wanted to see the mural but never dared to see it again.
That's wicked!
At this time, Sedum realized that Qu Batian only gave time to stick incense.
"Long Xiang Jing is worthy of the supreme inner strength. I only watched it for a minute and I benefited a lot. It's a pity." Jing Tian kept shaking his head.
Sedum knew that if he continued to watch the murals forcibly, he would fall into a madness, and would burst into death.
Although the Dragon Elephant Sutra is good, if it loses its life, there is no use for eggs.
It is precisely for this reason that Sedum can understand why the composer is still unable to rise after enjoying such magical powers.
Because it is too difficult to cultivate this dragon elephant sutra.
Just when Sedum was meditating, Feng Yuanba snorted, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, and the person had already suffered severe damage.
"Feng Yuanba forced to watch the murals, but his ambition is not small. Unfortunately, he is seriously injured now, and he has to cultivate for at least a week." Jingtian shook his head, becoming increasingly afraid to see the murals.
After more than ten seconds, Mo Jiande's throat suddenly became sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and he was instantly injured.
"This mural is too strong!" After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Mo Jiande was amazed. He admired the Dalin Patriarch who created the Dragon Elephant Sutra to the extreme.
"I'm afraid my grandfather Mo Gucheng is not as good as Dalin Patriarch." Mo Jiande thought secretly.
But Mo Jiande quickly understood that his metaphor was meaningless.
Dalin Patriarch is a figure of more than two thousand years. At that time, the world was full of aura, and Mo Gucheng was a great figure a hundred years ago. The two are not contemporary, and they are not comparable at all.
Mo Jiande's gaze quickly fell on Deng Jiuling.
At this moment, Deng Jiuling's eyes were burning, looking at the mural with fascination.
"This kid, is it okay?"
boom!
Mo Jiande's eyes widened, somewhat inconceivable.
"This kid has practiced Longxiang Gong, and his realm is not low. He insists on longer than us, naturally it is not surprising."
Feng Yuanba said bitterly: "But Dean Qu once said that the stronger the dragon elephant skill, the more difficult it is to cultivate the dragon elephant scripture."
"So even if this kid persists for a long time, there will be no use for eggs."
Hearing this, Mo Jiande nodded his head with deep conviction, and his gaze at Deng Jiuling suddenly became a bit colder.
Deng Jiuling dismissed other Tianjiao's disdain, and didn't bother to pay attention to it.
At this moment, Deng Jiuling's mind is full of life and death, and he is constantly engraving the Dragon Elephant Sutra.
When he was in Qiao's house, Deng Jiuling once watched Mr. Qiao practice the Dragon Elephant Kungfu, so his life and death could inscribe the Dragon Elephant Kung fu, allowing Deng Jiuling to condense the true vortex.
This time, Deng Jiuling observed the murals of the Dragon Elephant Sutra and found that Lao Qu Ge was right. The more powerful a person mastered the Dragon Elephant Skill, the more difficult it would be to learn the Dragon Elephant Sutra.
"This time inscribed the Dragon Elephant Sutra, the merit consumed is actually ten times that of the Dragon Elephant Skill?" Deng Jiuling felt a little painful.
However, Deng Jiuling also understood that if he was reluctant to bear the child, he would not be able to trap the wolf.
Others study the Dragon Elephant Sutra, just as an inner strength mental method to assist their own martial arts.
But Deng Jiuling was different.
Deng Jiuling was already carrying the Qiao Family Dragon Elephant Skill, and now he can inscribe the Dragon Elephant Sutra, and he can merge the two magical skills, thus bursting out monstrous power.
This power is so powerful, although Deng Jiuling is not clear about it.
But Deng Jiuling is certain that this will be the strongest killer he has mastered since his debut!
I don't know how long it took. When the merits were almost exhausted, Deng Jiuling opened his eyes, and the tiger's eyes were full of bright light.
At the same time, Qu Ge’s old voice resounded across the sky: "It’s time for a stick of incense, and the game is over."