The other monks looked a little gloomy.

The immortal weapon is good, but there is no way to surrender, and it is also an ornament if it is not used.

Lin Yitong Guò Treasure Pavilion Elder's words, but found a contradiction in it.

Since this immortal weapon is so powerful, it can be called the best, and it is also a rare treasure for the combined power, why did it become the chicken ribs in this old man's mouth?

At this moment, the Treasure Pavilion Elder waved his hand and said, "You guys go in quickly, you must come out in an hour." ”

Many monks suddenly agreed, Lin Yi nodded to the wind lightly, and followed the many monks into this treasure pavilion.

Based on the conversation between Qiantiandu and the Treasure Pavilion Elder just now, Lin Yi deduced that there should be no valuable treasures on the first floor of this Treasure Pavilion.

The real treasure is still on the top two floors.

Lin Yi didn't stop too much on the first floor, and walked directly to the second floor.

There was not much time, only an hour, and many monks were still on the first floor to see, and Lin Yi had already come to the second floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

Lin Yi took a look and saw that the items placed on the second floor were all some pills and exercises.

Among them, there are inevitably some supernatural skills and peerless learning, and even some powerful cultivation experiences, which are extremely valuable to the Immortal Island monks.

Lin Yi's heart moved, and he walked towards the place where the ancient books were placed, looking for some information about the history of Xiandao.

Lin Yi was very curious about the origin of Immortal Island, and always felt that this place might have some connection with the flood wilderness.

After a while, Lin Yi found an ancient book, which recorded many things in Xiandao in detail.

On the first page of the ancient book, there was a sentence in blood-red handwriting—this was a cursed land.

This sentence, Lin Yi had heard the wind dance say before, and it is said to be a sentence passed down from the old folk to the people.

Lin Yi continued to look down until he roughly browsed through half of the ancient books, and he didn't find any introduction to the origin of Xiandao.

Most of them record the changes of many forces in Senjima from the primeval era to the present day, including the formation of the shogunate, the formation of the emperor's centralized power, and the outbreak of major wars in Senjima.

Lin Yi was not interested in these things.

Until Lin Yi saw a sentence.

"This land has suffered from curses for generations, disasters are frequent, and the lives of countless tribesmen are quietly submerged in these disasters, this should not be the fate of the people of our island!

"The monks of Wudao should remember from generation to generation that one day, we will set foot on that land, occupy the flood wilderness, and build it into a true land of bliss belonging to the people of Wudao!"

Seeing this, Lin Yi was silent.

Xiandao has only two attitudes towards the flood famine, one is to invade, the other is to prepare for aggression, and there is no possibility of a third one.

This consciousness has long been integrated into the bloodline of the Immortal Island monks, and it is deeply ingrained and difficult to change.

Even if Lin Yi hadn't killed the three princes of Xiandao, a big war would definitely break out between Xiandao and Honghuang.

It's just that Lin Yi has advanced this war.

In the past thousands of years, although the two major forces were ostensibly calm, in fact there were undercurrents.

In other words, in the past thousands of years, Xiandao has always had a second attitude towards the flood famine, ready to invade, and once the strength is enough, they will launch the final war.

What is ridiculous is that the major forces in the Flood Desolation Continent still naively believe that the peace of the Flood Desolation for thousands of years was obtained by the lives of countless mortals on the Immortal Island.

Lin Yi continued to browse the second half of the ancient books, the second half was a single volume, and there were four big characters written on the front page - the god of fairy islands!

Lin Yi's heart moved, and he hurriedly looked behind.

"In the primeval era, there was a chaotic era of the Origin Heavenly Demons, and a war of gods and demons broke out in the Heavenly Realm. The end of the final battle of the demons is the beginning of the nightmare of the fairy island, that day, the sky is sprinkled with black blood, the curse comes! volcanoes burst out, the sky collapses, the end of the world begins, that day, the entire island of the people endure unprecedented suffering. A day and a night passed, and almost ninety percent of the people in Xiandao died. That day is marked as the end of the curse!"

Seeing this, a scene like purgatory on earth appeared in front of Lin Yi's eyes, countless creatures fell, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses and bones piled up.

Lin Yi felt a little depressed in his heart and had difficulty breathing.

Lin Yi continued to look down.

"Nearly a thousand years have passed since the end of the curse, and the heavens and the earth seem to have undergone tremendous changes, even if you are in the human world, you can clearly feel the violentness of the heavenly realm, which is not weaker than the war of gods and demons, and the stumps and broken arms of countless heavenly gods fell from the sky, and the sky was dyed red. But on that day, the sky was covered with blue rain, which was extremely poignant. ”

"After that Heavenly Realm Earthquake, the Ancient Sacred Tree that ran through the Three Realms was also destroyed, and some branches were scattered all over the world. ”

Seeing this, Lin Yi almost exclaimed!

"The Ancient Sacred Tree was actually not shattered in the War of Gods and Demons, but in another great turmoil in the Heavenly Realm after the War of Gods and Demons!"

Lin Yi's breathing became more and more rapid, and he clenched his fists slightly, feeling cold all over his body.

Lin Yi had a faint premonition, he seemed to have touched a shocking secret that had been sealed for a long time!

"Monk Xiandao has an innate fear of rain, because of the curse of the end of the world, the sky is sprinkled with black blood rain. However, after this heavy rain, the fairy island finally ushered in its own god!"

"Before, Xiandao was just a sparsely populated island, and the clansmen on the island were weak, and they couldn't even resist the fierce beasts in the jungle. However, on that day, when the god of Xiandao came, Xiandao finally reaped an unprecedented opportunity. ”

"The god of the fairy island taught us the way to cultivate immortals, learn spells to resist fierce beasts, increase longevity, and avoid disasters. The god of Fairy Island is best at one kind of ......"

When the ancient book was written here, a large blank space appeared in the handwriting behind it, as if it had been forcibly erased by someone with great mana.

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, and turned back many pages one after another, until the last few pages of the ancient book, the handwriting reappeared, but it was no longer about the god of Xiandao.

In other words, many things about the god of fairy islands were forcibly covered up by someone for some reason.

Lin Yi was extremely uncomfortable at this time, and when he saw the critical moment, there was a fault.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, calmed down, and continued to look down.

The introduction to the last few pages of the ancient book is about the race wars of ancient times.

"After that turmoil in the heavenly realm, the god of the fairy island arrived, and at the same time, the two major races of the Flood Desolate Continent, led by the human race and the demon race, broke out into a protracted racial war, and almost all the races of the Flood Desolation were implicated, and the human world officially entered the ancient era!"

"The flood is turbulent, there is no time to take care of anything else, the fairy island is gradually growing under the guidance of God, I believe that one day, my people will be under the leadership of the god of the fairy island, conquer the rich land, enslave the creatures of the flood wilderness, and raise the power of my fairy island!"

The handwriting came to an abrupt end.

Lin Yi slowly put down this ancient book, his heart was a little heavy.