Let Hui Ling guess correctly, in the eyes of the cultivators of Dustless Mountain, Bai Zhi and I do have a little value.

Therefore, we were not killed.

I was tied up and then had needles stuck in several key points.

Now I can only walk slowly like an ordinary person, and if I want to exert myself, I can't use it, and if I want to use the breath of a cultivator, it's impossible.

Even if I walked a little faster, I would be wheezing.

My current state, among ordinary people, is a very weak kind of person.

As for Bai Zhi, the means of dealing with him are much simpler.

Hanging a string of Five Emperor coins on him, he immediately felt like he was carrying a mountain, and he couldn't move.

As for Hui Ling, she still pretended to be a cultivator and followed the people of Dustless Mountain. But no one doubted her.

And Bai Zhi and I, the two of us were pushed and shoved, and walked to the top of a mountain.

Suddenly, Bai Zhi said to me, "Lin Feng, I always feel that something is wrong with this matter. Have we been deceived? ”

I looked at him wonderingly: "What's wrong with being deceived?" ”

Bai Zhi said: "Do you think, we have been arrested now, and the people who will guard us at that time must be very well guarded, why are we still running away?" ”

I said, "So what? What does this have to do with being scammed? ”

Bai Zhi said: "Isn't it obvious? Who's that...... So who wants to get out and deliberately makes an excuse. She doesn't care if we live or die, she can escape anyway. ”

I was slightly stunned and thought: This seems to make some sense.

At this time, the cultivator in charge of escorting Bai Zhi kicked him fiercely: "Don't mumble to me, hurry up." ”

Bai Zhi screamed, but he was much more honest.

There were bumps and bumps along the way, and as we climbed more and more steps, we got closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

And the cultivators I met became more and more powerful.

At first, I was still figuring out how to escape, but later on, I gave up hope completely.

No play.

At this time, a practitioner stopped us, casually asked about the situation, and then explained a few words.

Immediately afterward, Bai Zhi and I were separated.

Bai Zhi was sent somewhere else, while I continued to climb to the top of the mountain.

I don't think Byakuh is as important as I am.

When I was climbing the mountain, suddenly a voice behind me whispered, "After a while, you may come into contact with the core secrets of the Dustless Mountain, and act on the opportunity." ”

I was slightly stunned and turned my head to look behind me.

The man behind me frowned at me, then winked.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking: This person is Hui Ling?

A quarter of an hour later, we were close to the top of the mountain.

Faintly, I saw what seemed to be a palace on the top of the hill.

Because of the high peaks and the clouds and mist on the mountain, this palace is a bit like the heavenly palace on the mural.

I thought the practitioners on the Dustless Mountain would send me there, but they took me into a cave.

The cave was dark and damp, and we walked down the steps, one step at a time.

I don't know how long I walked, but I felt like I was going to hell.

Finally, I reached the end of the stairs and came to an open area.

The people on the dustless mountain built a few houses in the belly of the mountain.

The practitioners shoved me and quickly retreated into the tunnel, closing the heavy door.

I'm a little uneasy.

I felt like a live chicken feeding tigers in a zoo.

Looking at the appearance of these cultivators, it is clear that they are going to feed me to some big devil.

But when I thought about it, I thought it shouldn't be.

After all, I know how to go through money, and I can be considered a valuable person. Use me to feed the Adversary? Isn't it too wasteful?

With this in mind, I thought all the way to the rooms.

The first room was filled with books.

It's just that a thick layer of dust has fallen on the books, and it seems that no one has read them for a long time.

There was a light in the house. A heavy vat of lamp oil, with a small wick in it, lit with a tiny flame, and I don't know how long this ever-bright lamp has been on.

I picked up a book and flipped through it, it was a Buddhist scripture.

I went to the bookshelf next door again, this time to Daozang.

Then there are the Confucian classics, the Mohists, the Zongheng Sect, the Yin and Yang Sects, the Medical Books, the Doctrine of the Wei Doctrine, the Zhou Yi Bagua, and even the Western astrological divination, as well as all kinds of strange legends between angels and demons.

I'm a little curious, whose study is it? This guy has a lot of research.

Immediately after, I saw another desk.

I walked over and saw a piece of paper spread out on the desk, along with a few pens next to it.

There were lines and lines written on the paper, and I was startled just after a few glances.

The content on the paper is related to the Golden Kui Sutra.

He didn't write the Golden Kui Sutra, and there was no sentence from the Golden Kui Sutra.

But his train of thought is definitely the idea of gold and gold.

It's like the Pythagorean theorem, we all know about the Pythagorean three, four, string five. We have this conclusion, so we can blurt it out.

And this person is struggling to verify the relationship between the three sides of a right triangle. He's almost coming to a conclusion.

The Golden Confession Sutra is my conclusion, and the person who wrote these words is seeking to verify the conclusions that have been reached in the Golden Confession Sutra.

I flipped through his papers and looked at them for a moment.

It was determined in an instant that this person had definitely seen the Jin Kui Sutra, maybe he slipped away, maybe he glanced at it a few times, but he definitely saw it.

People who haven't seen the Golden Kui Sutra don't even have a direction, but he already has a direction.

I looked at the books on the shelves and thought: Could it be that this person is collecting all the books of the sages of the time, and then combining ancient and modern Chinese and foreign books, and wants to rewrite the Jinkui Sutra in the direction of the Golden Kui Sutra?

That's a lot of ambition.

I took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in my heart, and went to see what was going on.

In the first half of the Golden Kui Xiang Sutra, he wrote a lot, among which there were many wrongs and few rightes.

But it doesn't matter, it's already very powerful to get to this point.

Looking further back, it's the content of the second half of the volume.

I haven't seen the off-duty rolls of the Golden Kui Sutra, but this person has obviously seen it.

According to the level of his reasoning in the first half of the volume, the second half of the volume should also have a lot of errors.

But even the wrong content was a bit of an eye-opener for me.

There were a lot of brilliant ideas that opened my mind.

I thought about it, and simply folded the paper and carried it in my arms.

If you go back and study it carefully, it may help you improve your strength.

Of course, if I can get out of this hellish place alive.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh faintly.

There was nothing left to see in this room, so I went to the second room.

As soon as I entered the second room, I shivered.

Evil spirits.

I felt a powerful killing intent.

There was also a bright light in the room, but the fire was suppressed by the murderous aura, and it shrank into a small point.

At first, I was scared, but after standing in the doorway for a while, I gradually got used to it.

So I tentatively walked in.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw that it was full of weapons.

In front of him was a sword, a scarred sword.

This sword is very ordinary, even a little rusty, but I can feel that there is a lot of murderous energy in it.

I saw a crooked inscription on the stone next to the sword: This sword has killed thirty people.

It dawned on me: Is this how this murderous aura comes from?

And I looked at the other swords, some of them killed fifty, and some of them killed seventy.

These swords are antiquities, and most of them came down from the battlefield.

When I approached them, I could even feel the longing in these swords.

They want me to pick them up and take them away from here.

I feel like my sanity has been affected a bit, and the murderous aura in them has the potential to turn people into fierce demons.

Thinking of this, I quickened my pace and crossed the swords.

I walked to the back.

There are many cultivators' ritual weapons in the back.

It's a lot quieter and more peaceful.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of these magic weapons have a history, this one was used by an ancestor, and that one was touched by an immortal.

I looked at it for a moment, and suddenly my eyes fell on a sword in the corner.

The sword is short, more of a dagger than a sword. As soon as I saw it, my eyes were immediately intrigued.