When he stood on the steep cloud chain, his body shook with the shaking of the cloud chain, looking at the mountainside covered by the fog under his feet, he trembled violently, Zhou Yusheng was not afraid of heights, and he was also startled.

The cloud chain swayed, and the clouds scattered their shape with gusts of fog, and the clouds were blurred, and even the foot of the mountain was erratic.

"No wonder there will be a trial of Tianlan Dao Academy, without any psychological endurance, it is difficult to walk this cloud chain. Zhou Yusheng couldn't help muttering to himself.

After a cup of tea, Zhou Yusheng finally climbed up from the cloud chain, and the five-colored aurora in front of him, because of the obstruction of the field of vision, the light that passed through the attic, half of it was exposed outside the mountain, and half of it was directly submerged into the mountain rocks.

Above the antique attic, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing with the three big characters of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" written in purple, a red gate similar to the official government, the chain in front of the door hangs the head of the dragon, lifelike, hideous and angry, with the red fangs of the stone beads in it, as if examining everyone who enters and exits the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Just as Zhou Yusheng looked around the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the dragon head that was obviously a dead thing suddenly opened his nostrils, turned his eyes, and squinted at Zhou Yusheng, the falling dragon whiskers raised their heads, and the stone beads in their mouths rolled with the rotation of their eyes.

All this, as the aurora fell, became weird.

"Strange faces. Behind Zhou Yusheng, a weak voice came from the forest, and the lonely and empty eyes in the forest turned their heads slowly and stared at him.

It's like looking at both blank pupils, and the world you see is also blank.

"How many years, how many years have the night of the Scripture Pavilion been unfrequented. He sat silently with his hands down, his eyes slowly looking at the starless night sky, looking demented. Occasionally, there was a slight movement before he slowly raised his head.

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Suddenly, it was pitch black, and the silence was slowly tightening like an invisible net, like a sharp sound on the side of a black hole, and the sound of closing the door was like a withered vine being pressed down by the yin wind, and it reached Zhou Yusheng's ears leisurely.

Zhou Yusheng was so frightened that he ran from outside the Treasure Pavilion to the clearing, and a pair of misty eyes quietly floated into the bottom of his eyes at some point.

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing

"This place, why is it so weird. Zhou Yusheng echoed the sharp vision just now, and his heart palpitated.

Just when the entire Bing Liang Que completely fell asleep, a ghostly light shot out from the crack in the door in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and just when Zhou Yusheng didn't notice it at all, the dragon's head had changed, and the mouth with the stone beads in his mouth, in which the stone beads fell to the ground, and then he closed it tightly.

On the first day of Bing Liang Que, Zhou Yusheng didn't want to spend the first night in this weird environment, and suddenly secretly regretted that he didn't listen to the two young men just now, and ran over without permission.

Zhou Yusheng raised his head and watched the aurora fall, then float again, and follow the red stone pillar on the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again and again, extending all the way and splitting until he was under his feet.

Zhou Yusheng retreated all the way until the footprints had stayed at the position closest to the cloud chain on this mountain peak, he would not doubt it at all, as long as this place scared him again, he would immediately turn around and leave.

Now the only thing that still prompts Zhou Yusheng's curiosity about the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is this strange environment.

Zhou Yusheng's eyes couldn't help but squint slightly, and he instinctively reached out to hold the hilt of the purple bird sword in the sheath, drenched in cold sweat, swallowed saliva, and looked ahead intently.

Suddenly, a huge suction force burst straight from the hall, and the strong wind stinged, like a big hand. Firmly clamped Zhou Yusheng's body and pulled it into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Everything is calm again.

Zhou Yusheng suddenly felt his body tighten, and the scenery of the continuous Scripture Pavilion flashed vaguely past him as if it was speeding up. Suddenly bound by some invisible force, I couldn't move,

He was startled, but then relaxed and didn't struggle for anything.

I don't know where I was taken all of a sudden, surrounded by turquoise bookshelves, and behind me, a faint light, as if it had been ignited, burned along the candle smoke on the wall.

The scripture pavilion that was set on fire at the time of the Deng, there were hundreds of cyan bookshelves on both sides of the hall, and on the wall at the end of the huge hall, there was a pair of ancient paintings hanging with a length of feet.

In the painting, there is a Taoist figure in a green shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long sword behind him, but only the hilt of the sword, but no sword body, and there are layers of faint black gas outside the body, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

At the bottom of the picture, there is a red offering table five or six zhang long, with a lit lantern at each end, and fifteen or sixteen green tablets in the middle, on which are black names written one after another.

Until Zhou Yusheng completely saw the name on the tablet.

From large to small, according to this arrangement, there are the names of some Taoists, and the monks who can be called Taoists in Tianlan Taoist Academy are all high-powered figures, and under the light of the faint candle flames, the voices of the Taoists in the tablet are reflected very brightly.

I saw that after three sounds of "bang", "bang" and "bang", the light shields on these three stone platforms were all cracked and shattered, and two leather scrolls and a bunch of swarthy bamboo slips flew out of them, all of which fell in front of Zhou Yusheng, and they were very weirdly levitated.

"In this kind of place, I shouldn't have entered the Ancestor Hall of Tianlan Dao Academy. Looking around, Zhou Yusheng was even more convinced of his thoughts.

The spiritual seat, the offering table, the ever-bright lamp, and the paintings similar to the posthumous portraits made Zhou Yusheng have to think about these.

He didn't even know how he was sent to such a place by suction.

The hall was gloomy, as if the sound of a flute came intermittently from afar, the sound was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

But it is clear that in this case he is on his own.

Zhou Yusheng struggled to get up, the feeling of helplessness made his hands and feet weak, and he stood up along the wooden table, but with a loud bang, the spiritual position on the offering table was upside down.

The strange thing continued, and the portrait looked at him silently as it turned its head to face the spirits.

"The heavenly spirit is spiritual, the earth is spiritual, and the old man is about to manifest his spirit. Zhou Yusheng rubbed a pair of purple palms, and the silent recitation in his mouth would make him feel at ease, although it was some superstitious hearsay, but it gave Zhou Yusheng the courage to wander here.

"Tianlan's Scripture Pavilion, how many heroic souls have died, these heroic spirits have too deep resentment before their deaths, and they can't be reincarnated excessively, so they become undead, and they only have one thought in their lives, guarding this Scripture Pavilion. It was like an old voice that echoed throughout the space, but at this moment, with a bit of solemnity, spread all around.

"Who's talking. Zhou Yusheng's hand holding the purple finch tighter, his eyes were dilated, his lower teeth were clutching his trembling teeth, and he opened his mouth in fear.

"Three hundred years ago, the previous master of Soul Bai sought the Twenty-Eight Mental Methods of the Constellations in Tianlan, and in this life, the next master of the Soul White naturally learned the Twenty-Eight Methods of the Constellations. ”

"You bad old man, why should I believe you? ”

Zhou Yusheng didn't know where the dog guts came from, and his tone was heavy, which actually made the hall tremble.

"Why do you believe me?" the old voice smiled.

"Every third watch, practice the main mind method of the previous pupil. ”

"You are!" Zhou Yusheng's face changed, and the old man who watched the melon under the moon appeared in his mind.

"The Third Inn!"