It is a bionic building, all made of marble, and when viewed from a distance, the building is square in a square shape, like a pangolin lying under a jungle to rest.

Walking in, there is a corridor around the building that connects end to end, with a total of one hundred and eight pillars, and each pillar is carved with a strange beast.

There is a giant arch in the southeast and northwest of the building, the same stone structure, the main entrance is located in the south, and the three big characters of "Fulong Palace" above the arch are particularly eye-catching.

After the arch of the main entrance, there are two relatively small arches, to enter the interior of the building, you must pass through three arches, the arches are as high as three zhang, the stone surface is also carved with many patterns, there are strange beasts flying, there are immortals guiding the way, Guanyin sitting on the lotus, etc., the content is mixed, as if these three arches want to collect and describe the customs and customs of all parts of this continent,

The interior of the building is a dome structure, dozens of zhang high, and the center of the dome is not closed, and a hole deliberately flows out. At this time, the sunlight just spilled into the interior of the building from the top opening, and all the people or things in the building seemed to be bathed in the skylight, ** and sacred.

Under the dome, there is a long stone table in the middle of the building, and eight people sit at the stone table, the old man at the head sits at the front, and the other seven people sit on either side.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was particularly solemn, and scenes of images condensed by spiritual energy appeared under the dome.

A mysterious creature is full of cholera, and wherever they pass, there is no grass and no people.

Among them, there is a scene that takes place in Los Angeles, where the demon clouds are raging in the sky, and the Soul Eater Beast slaughters the entire people of Los Angeles, and Los Angeles instantly becomes a hell on earth.

If Qing Ming was here, he would be surprised that this scene was the Soul Eater that he had experienced in Los Angeles.

When the bull boy appeared, the audience was in an uproar, and he finally suppressed the Eater with the sound of his flute, preventing the Eater from slaughtering it further.

As soon as the picture turned, when the huge figure of the coral unicorn appeared in the ruins of the Zhou River, the onlookers in the main hall were once again stunned, and the seven elders sitting at the stone table also began to talk to each other.

The images that followed were of many unknown battlefields, where the fog hit, the defenders kept falling, and some of the fog even crossed the forbidden area and infiltrated the human world.

This is the end of the picture, the whispers in the hall gradually quieted down, and the atmosphere of the scene was extremely depressing.

"Great Elder, what is the purpose of the dean's transmission of this information?" said one of the elders as he looked at the white-bearded old man in the front group.

The elder seat of the academy is composed of eight people, these eight people are the most powerful people in this continent, and the white-bearded old man at the head is named Chang Yulin, who is the great elder of the Shengyuan Academy, second only to the existence of the dean, and is also the head of the Tattoo Spirit Department, the head of the eight departments of the academy.

"It's warning us that a catastrophe is coming!" Chang Yulin's face was a little ugly, and the thing that could make the face of the Great Elder who was not shocked change color was probably this one so far.

"Tell me to go down, increase the inspection density of each crack, and once an abnormality is found, cut it first and then play, and destroy the monsters that try to infiltrate first, and ...... Contact the people of the upper realm, and tell them what the dean saw when he went to the various cracks, I am afraid that a thousand years will erase their will, otherwise why would they relax to such an extent...... I'm afraid the thousand-year-old catastrophe is about to recur......"

......

However, unlike the atmosphere of the Fulong Hall in the backyard, whether the students of the entire academy should cultivate or cultivate, the matters discussed by the elders had nothing to do with them at all.

Moreover, it was impossible for them to know, after all, the people who were meeting in the Fulong Hall were all the core elders of the academy.

As a registered student, Qing Ming naturally couldn't compare with Song Xuan and their official students, so he was taken to the designated area by Xiaobao that day.

This area is divided for registered students, and they are allowed to practice here for three months, but they have no credits, and naturally they cannot enjoy the resources of the academy.

The only thing that can be used is probably the aura here, the aura in the Shengyuan Academy is abundant, which is also a great benefit for registered students, and cultivating here is several times better than cultivating outside.

Three months is indeed a bit long for Qing Ming, and if you want to enter the backyard library, you must reach the corresponding credits, and the credits are something that only formal students will have.

He had asked Xiao Bao if he had seen the Death Demon Sutra in the Library Pavilion, but Xiao Bao had never even been to the second floor of the Library Pavilion, so how could he know about the Death Demon Sutra.

The library is divided into nine floors, each of which is guarded by a powerful elder, and it is obviously impossible to sneak in and steal books.

Each floor of the Library Pavilion must require corresponding credits to enter, and the higher the floor, the higher the level of book exercises.

Credits below 205 can only enter the first floor, 25-405 credits can go to the second floor, 45-655 credits can go to the third floor, and so on, and 1,000 credits that have reached the graduation level can only enter the fifth layer at most.

Reaching 1,000 credits in four years is already the limit for the vast majority of students, so the vast majority of e-school students only stop at the fifth floor of the library when they graduate.

Qing Ming let out a long sigh, it was not easy to find the whereabouts of the Death Demon Sutra.

If he hadn't happened to come to the academy with the dean's warrant, he would have to wait a year for the academy to enroll students again.

Too many things have happened in the past few years, and he has not been able to learn many skills systematically.

How long has it been since I calmed down to improve myself, and the days of these three months of registered students are regarded as time to sort out what I have learned in the first half of my life, and Qing Ming has a plan in her heart.

Now that he has accidentally stepped into the ranks of martial kings in the Mobei Yin Ghost Forest, his breath is not stable, and he still needs more actual combat experience to consolidate.

The only thing he is good at is swordsmanship, the first thing he learned was the Wuji sword style taught to him by Du Xu, he had already learned the third style before, and now that he has stepped into the martial king, he must be able to continue learning.

Du Xue had told him before that there were nine styles in the Infinite Sword Style, and only with the growth of his own ability, the later Sword Styles could be cultivated.

In other words, cultivating the Infinite Sword Style requires martial arts ability as the foundation, and the higher the ability, the more sword styles will be cracked.

"The first type, green out of the valley!"

"The second style, the sword picks Yan Shan!"

"The third type, the torrent bravely!"

Qing Ming recalled these three sword moves in his mind, his body danced involuntarily, and the whole movement was smooth, but there were still many flaws, he held the Qing Ming Sword in his hand, and the afterimage of the sword continued to be left in the air.

The last move of the third type fell, and he was already sweating profusely.

It seems that after years of neglect of practice, the hand holding the sword is still not strong enough.

Next, he practiced the sword spectrum he obtained by chance, and there were only three moves in it, namely Sui Han 3,000 Zhang, Eye of Desire, and Qinghong Glance.

When the last move Qinghong glanced out, the scabbard of the Qingying Sword suddenly swung out a sword aura.

Qing Ming suddenly realized that he was still in the room, and hurriedly withdrew his hand to suppress the sword qi, but it was still a step too late.

"Boom!" A part of the sword qi couldn't be contained and sat directly towards the door, and the door was vulnerable, and it was directly broken in half and flew out of the house.

Qing Ming thought to himself, this is the scope of the academy.

After all, the aura of the Qing Ying Sword was still a little heavier.

At the moment when the door was knocked away, the registered students passing by outside the house looked at Qing Ming standing in the room with surprised eyes, and at this moment, a middle-aged teacher walked out of the crowd.

The teacher walked into the room with two beards and a smile on his face.

"What's your name?"

"Green Shadow"

"Do you have any relatives in the academy?"

"Nope!"

However, just after Qing Ming finished answering this, the smile on the sect's face instantly froze, and he immediately scolded.

"You dare to destroy the public property of the academy at will without relatives, why are your registered disciples so bold!"

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want by becoming a registered disciple and cultivating here, you must know that your performance here is also part of the assessment in three months!"

"Qing Ming, right!

"Also, clean up what you do!"

After the teaching was finished, he turned around and left in style.

Qing Ming sighed helplessly, he didn't expect to be taught a lesson on the first day he came here, and immediately sorted out his thoughts and began to clean up the "crime scene".

Qing Ming bowed down and was about to pick up the half of the broken wooden door, when a black hand took the lead to do it for him.