The Book of Ten Thousand Laws, Public Library.

"You can tell me what kind of book this is?!"

Morey looked at Bert helplessly, but Bert was also full of bitterness.

When he was just listening to his teacher's small talk, he mentioned that there was such a legendary rune swordsman who had written an autobiographical travel book, but as for the name of the book, and even who the rune swordsman's name was, he didn't know.

"Anyway, I don't care, you just just find a random copy, and you have to find me one!"

Bert played a scoundrel on the spot, and when he couldn't stun the other party with a stick, Morey had no choice but to go up to the third floor.

The biggest difference between the third floor and the second floor is the number of books.

The collection of books on the third floor is only one-tenth of the two at most, and a thousand books are nodding.

Well, that sounds like a lot, isn't it?

But there is a reason why the third floor is taller and bigger than this and the second floor.

After walking to a heavy book covered with dragon claw prints, Morey read it for a long time, and finally retreated after only a few lines.

It's not that the content of the book is too profound for Morey to understand, but it's that it's too tiring to look up and read.

And this about sixty feet of dragon book stone volume, just this third floor of the different forms of books only occupy a medium size, taller and wider than it "tome" abounds, walking in it, Morey really feels his "small".

Nima, a figure taller than others, is too shocking!

"Wait a little longer, I'll go down, and I'll say I can't find it, and your highness can't force me to come up!"

In this environment, Morey made up his mind to hold on for a while longer.

"Huh?"

Just as Morey sat down against the dragon wall, his eyes unconsciously swept to a book on the opposite shelf.

Although the books on this shelf are not small, they are twice as large as ordinary books, and they can barely be read in their hands.

But there were not many books of this size on the shelves, but there were nearly a hundred, and it was not for nothing that Morey was able to notice it at a glance.

Compared to the plain covers, the gold-encrusted cover was enough to make it stand out, and perhaps the previous mage who looked at it didn't put it all away, leaving a small half outside the bookshelf, so that Morey could see the book at a glance.

"Idle is idle, just read this book!"

Morey laughed at himself and slowly walked over to the bookshelf where the book was.

The gold-inlaid book has countless subtle patterns on the side of the book, which is very similar to the private collection of those thousand-year-old nobles who have nothing to do. Kellogg gift" in the flower font, typical aristocratic style.

Morey compared, a little ashamed, this character of others is much better than his own, it is like a font printed in his previous life.

This book is a record of the rise and fall of a kingdom from the perspective of a kingdom historian, and the author is quite talented, describing this short period of 120 years of short kingdom from multiple angles and different aspects, so that Morey unconsciously sank into it.

Just as Morey's face was getting closer and closer, the book suddenly suctioned and sucked it into the book.

Smack!

Without the support of Morey's arm, the book slammed into the floor of the empty third floor of the library.

The sound continued to echo from the empty third floor, but the mages who were studying the books here didn't seem to notice the anomaly at all, as if they were in two worlds.

......

The Uncharted.

Morey held on to the wall and gasped carefully, he had been walking in this dark and damp narrow dungeon for a long time, but still had not found a way out.

Although he has not encountered the sneak attack of those creatures hidden in the dark corners of the adventure story so far, he is highly nervous, because he always pays attention to every move around him, so his physical strength is extremely fast, and his physical strength has dropped by fifty or sixty points in less than an hour, which shows how much pressure this quiet environment brings to him.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a low-frequency muffled sound appeared in Morey's ears without warning.

Roar!

Then another roar came from the darkness ahead, which made Morey breathe a sigh of relief and relief.

As long as there are people, even if there is a monster in front of it, it is much better than this dungeon like a secret room.

"Mortals, don't even think of sealing me!"

Rumble!

Before Morey could take a few steps, a decisive sound came from the front, and before Morey could react, there was a burst of fire, followed by a burst of air mixed with the stump of rubble, and directly pushed Morey to the wall behind him.

The roar echoed in the dungeon for a long time before it slowly subsided.

Enduring the sharp pain in his back and spine, Morey tried to hold his body up, but at this time, his ears were temporarily deaf due to the explosion, and the whole world in his eyes was also dizzy, so his body was dangling and he couldn't stand up straight.

When Morey finally fixed himself on all fours and regained his bearings, there was an emaciated figure in front of him.

The God of Time and Storm is an unlucky otherworldly deity, because he is unwilling to be limited by the Divine Lord, he has been carefully treasured since he obtained this otherworldly Dao Signet that leads to the world of Becky, and has not revealed this news to anyone.

After hundreds of years of preparation, he finally felt the time was ripe and decided to take a risk.

After settling the believers, He embarked on a difficult journey to the other world.

Along the way, there was no trace, but by the extremely deadly vortex of time and space, the last moment it was prosperous, and the next second this prosperous universe would collapse without warning, and the resulting storm of nothingness made him exhausted.

finally came to the world of Becky, and before he could stand firmly, he was directly moved to this dungeon by the believers of the alien gods who had been waiting in the place where he came for a long time, and sealed it for a thousand years.

For thousands of years, the dagger-like seal had been stuck in his chest, causing its power to continue to drain, especially recently he felt that there was a problem with his faith in the Yellow Sand World, which had been sealed for thousands of years and his divine consciousness was immortal, which made him have to make a desperate bet.

Desperately fighting for the end of his soul scattering, he himself collapsed and his soul used the divine power that surged in an instant, and instantly reversed the moment when he had just descended but was pulled to the underground palace.

The buzzing sound that Morey had heard before was the sound of the priests running the teleportation array to teleport it over.

Just as he expected, he really went back to a thousand years ago.