Black Tower, 5th floor.

The sun is shining, and the flowers are hairy.

It was very different from the oppressive, dreary atmosphere before.

On the contrary, there is a sense of calmness and refreshment.

This floor is the most expansive, with rows of bookshelves...... But the shelves were empty, as if they had been looted.

All the books seem to have been burned.

The past, forgotten.

Jiang Ge's pace slowed down.

The silence on the fifth floor is a little terrifying, but the space is filled with a faint fragrance of books, which is refreshing.

As Jiang Ge's footsteps moved forward, the scene in front of him became more and more chaotic.

Overgrown with weeds and thorns entwined with scorched earth.

However, the scent of books became clearer and clearer.

This scholarly fragrance no longer seems to be a sense of smell, but originates from people's hearts, lingers, and endures.

After a while, Jiang Ge's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked ahead, his eyes shocked.

dry bones,

What appeared in front of his eyes was a dry bone, a desk.

Three bald wolf pens,

One side of the stone inkstone,

A fragmented page.

At this time.

On the dusty yellow page, the light shines through the paper!

The glow turned into countless words, including astronomy and geography, demons and tribes, words such as pearls, pens and dragons and snakes, splendid articles sometimes scattered, such as the brilliant galaxy.

Jiang Ge was so stupid that the more he watched, the more fascinated he became.

"Bell ......"

Dusk drum and morning bell, drink as a stick!

Jiang Ge couldn't help but close his eyes, but he saw the light of history.

Heaven and earth punish the wrath, and the human race suffers.

The whole world seemed to be about to fall, and there was no daylight.

Everyone has left their homes, their wives have been separated, and people in troubled times are not as good as dogs.

All are on the run.

There is only a skinny reader, who swims against the current.

“...... Books, books you don't want, leave them to me!"

"Money, horses or horses...... I'll change. ”

This scholar, at the beginning, still wore gold and silver, and his waist was full of money.

However, along the way, all the way to scatter wealth, leaving only five carts of books, in troubled times, worthless books.

The scholar is not a martial artist, but he desperately tries to pick up a book that splashes mud at the risk of being run over by ruts, and he laughs.

Many people looked at him as if they were fools.

He was advised: "...... Idiot, people in troubled times are not as good as dogs, what is the use of you asking for these books? You might as well run for your life!"

The scholar shook his head: "Whether it is a human or a demon, the words of all ethnic groups and all kinds of knowledge are so magnificent and fascinating...... There must always be someone to inherit and forge ahead into the future. ”

The man persuaded again: "But now that the world has been subverted and the sun and moon have collapsed, who will remember how much you can learn and how much you can leave behind?"

The reader's eyes were bright, and he said softly: "There will be people who remember, and there will be people who can trace it." He used to be my teacher, now he is me, and there will be people in the future...... This is the passing of the torch. ”

The man was so angry that he stomped his foot: "You are stupid to read......"

The scholar just smiled, held the book, and said loudly: "10,000 stars in your hand, 3,000 Qing poems are sung endlessly, singing endlessly!"

In the sound of this book, there is the fragrance of books wafting out, floating for 10,000 years.

fell on Jiang Ge's heart, causing him to wake up and open his eyes.

Take a closer look,

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Dry bones are still dry bones, and yellow paper books are no longer shining.

Jiang Ge suddenly knew who this dry bone was.

Mr. Qingyu......

Jiang Ge calmed down and said heavily: "Someone will remember!"

......

After the worship.

Jiang Ge didn't bother the ancestor and continued to move forward.

All kinds of signs show that the originator of Dayu Sect seems to have come from 10,000 years ago, the martial arts holy court.

But......

Dayu Sect has been established so far, but it has been inherited for thousands of years.

What happened in the interval?

Even, read a book

The originator of the Dayu Sect, now, is it really dead?

In this world, there are really people who can live through eternity?

Jiang Ge was full of emotion in his heart.

When you see the world, you know how many things are going on in the red dust of ancient and modern times, and only the strong are the most free.

The sense of urgency in my heart has increased by another point.

The thirst for power adds another point.

Whether it is to complete the phased tasks of the system,

Or for the sake of one day, overlooking the world and laughing at the mountains and rivers, all of which inspired Jiang Ge's unyielding fighting spirit and burning heart.

Moving on, the space is much more open.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a mysterious stone gate blocking Jiang Ge's way.

It can be seen that there are many strange patterns carved on this stone door, and puzzles composed of hundreds of ethnic characters, each puzzle corresponds to a number.

Only by cracking the code can the stone gate be opened.

There is no doubt that inside this stone gate, Jiang Ge clearly felt a mysterious and terrifying power, which made people fearful, and at the same time aroused Jiang Ge's curiosity, there were definitely good things in it.

It's a fantasy and a puzzle.

It's normal for anyone else to either give up or be trapped in this tower for three or five years.

But

At this moment, Jiang Ge has a happy mood in his heart about how can you give me the original question during the exam.

Mr. Qingyu's skills, he probably understands everything.

Naturally, it's easy to get started.

Soon, the stone gate was shining with colorful lights.

Airplanes!

With a heavy trill, the stone door slowly opened.

Jiang Ge combed his hair and smiled.

Entering the stone gate, a powerful coercion came to his face, Jiang Ge couldn't laugh at that time, only to feel that his body was falling a thousand pounds, and the heaviness was abnormal.

However, what is surprising is that in this stone gate secret room, the aura is extremely abundant, which is several times that of the secret realm of water and more than ten times that of the outside world.

Just a light sniff, this aura will melt in the dantian.

Jiang Ge's body is translucent.

After cutting the hair and washing the marrow, his body was as clear as jade, his bones were as clear as gold, and his eyes were bright and shining.

A mouthful of dantian lit up like a furnace of iron, and the true qi was boiling and the blood was surging.

This is the rhythm of breaking through the eight stars and recasting the dantian. After taking the Myelin Cleansing Pill, Jiang Ge's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and now it has reached the critical edge again.

Jiang Ge was overjoyed.

He was under the weight of the ever-present and struggled to raise his eyes.

I saw that in this secret room, there was a stone platform, and on the stone platform stood a statue of a god. Under the stone platform is a dry skeleton with a short body.

On the dry bones is a line of small letters-

"Bashu, I have achieved nothing in my life, and I am ashamed of my teacher......"

"There is no face to erect a monument, there is no face to enter the soil, and there is no face to see the ancestors and ancestors...... Kneel down and die here, and don't bury dry bones. ”

"Later generations, a soak in the urine spirit, can be inherited. ”

"Urine?"

Jiang Ge was stunned.

He looked up again at the stone platform, the idol holding a knot, hanging his ears and shoulders, and stepping on two dragons.

This glance,

The statue seems to be alive in an instant, fading away from the clay puppet body, gorgeous and dazzling, and turning into a superb, vast and boundless golden armor god!

This glance,

Jiang Ge even saw the thunder and anger in the sky, and the divine power was vast!

This glance,

Jiang Ge was struck by lightning and was restless.

As we all know, warriors regard themselves as gods, bodies as essences, and spirits as qi.

However, this glance,

But with the power of destroying the withering and decaying, destroying the gods, destroying the essence, and despairing!

The divine power is vast, and he wants to press Jiang Ge to his knees!

Want me to kneel?!

Want this anchor to kneel on a pile of stones?

Sorry, can't do it.

In the Lingwu Continent, everyone is afraid of God.

The ancients were afraid, shrugged, knelt, and despaired.

But Jiang Ge is not afraid.

I was a rebellious young minister, and I don't believe in ghosts and gods, or people.

Gritting his teeth, he let the true qi go against him, his muscles and veins were chaotic, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he suffered the most serious injury since he crossed over.

Jiang Ge unbuttoned his belt, full of pride and majesty, and laughed: "Pee you!"