Each layer had a designated person left, until the end, the gray-robed old man took Song Ren to the third layer, and led the heavenly peerless earth Ziming to the next layer.

Each floor is very large, and the bookshelves inside are filled with scrolls, books, rubbings, picture scrolls, and even entire walls.

True library-grade specs.

And when entering the floor twice in a row, Song Ren also found that there was a layer of prohibition at the entrance between each floor, whether you wanted to go down or someone else wanted to enter, it was impossible.

Song Ren quietly released the divine consciousness of the Cave Void Realm, feeling that this third layer was so huge, Paul was so thousand.

What's more, there is no one but him.

After everything was assured, Song Ren flipped through it with great interest.

[Attack Divine Power Zone], [Protective Avatar Zone], [Formation Zone], [Forbidden Zone], [Danfang Zone], [Mutilated Zone]......

Each area is marked on it, and the things it has are massive, Song Ren flipped through for a while, and found that you can only look at everything in a general way, just like the introduction of a book, if you want to read it deeper, but it is like facing a wordless heavenly book.

It seems that the Blood Building has also set up some things for these magical powers, so that you can't see clearly, and you can only view them after you are promised to take them out after you choose them thoroughly.

The entire third floor was silent, only the sound of Song Ren's moving footsteps and flipping through the pages, so after strolling, Song Ren came to the row of bookshelves in the most central position.

I don't know what kind of wood the bookshelf here is made of, it is a very bright golden yellow, Song Ren walked here intentionally or unintentionally with his hands behind his back, until he reached the row on the far right, put his hand on it and touched it gently, and sure enough, there was a dent that was invisible to the eye, as if it was carved with his fingernails.

After determining the location that Xuanyi's predecessor told him, Song Ren picked up a book on this row of bookshelves and looked at it, and then said loudly: "Senior, I don't understand this book a little, can I take it out directly?" ”

As Song Ren shouted, everything was quiet as usual, and no one responded.

There are a lot of pavilion guards in the Blood Building, and it seems that as Xuanyi said, they are basically stationed on the lowest floors, unless they encounter thieves, they will find out.

And when he came in just now, the patriarch Tianxuan also said that after choosing the magic power he likes, he can directly go to the entrance to touch the prohibition, and someone will know about it and bring him out.

After waiting quietly for half a pillar of incense, and no one paid attention to him, Song Ren immediately exerted his strength and carefully pushed the row of bookshelves open, revealing the floor tiles below.

Sure enough, one of the floor tiles was slightly lighter in color, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see it clearly at all.

Got it!

After looking around left and right, Song Ren carefully recalled what Xuanyi's predecessors had taught him, which belonged to his Xuanmai lineage, and was changed by her eldest brother Xuanchen.

This mark is very profound and complex, and it takes only a few seconds to produce 9981 different marks.

In the flickering light, as sweat oozed from Song Ren's forehead, the originally plain and simple floor tiles actually appeared with a constantly sketched pattern.

Until the pattern was completely formed, a smile welled up on Song Ren's face, and a small bottle appeared, pulling the stopper, a drop of red blood slowly fell from the mouth of the bottle, and landed in the center of the pattern.

This time it's not Xuanyi's blood, it's Xuanchen's essence blood.

As the blood beads fell, with a click, the pattern on the floor tiles suddenly seemed to be unlocked by a key, and it was twisted and slowly became transparent, which was quite magical.

Song Ren could see that underneath, there was a quaint box the size of a palm.

Song Ren stretched out his hand, passed directly through the transparent layer, and took out the box.

And the transparent floor tiles seem to have completed their mission and returned to normal again.

Song Ren was actually really curious, what was hidden here that could make a person who had been tortured for decades and almost run out of oil recover in a short period of time?

With curiosity, Song Ren gently opened the box.

Soon, he was stunned.

Because there is nothing in the box, nothing is truly empty.

But there is a groove in it, and it can be seen that there was originally something stored in it.

"Was it taken?" Song Ren muttered for a while.

"Are you looking for this?" The next moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from behind Song Ren.

Song Ren almost instinctively rose immediately, and the powerful strength belonging to the Cave Void Realm instantly filled the meridians, and his body retreated rapidly, reaching twenty meters away in the blink of an eye, looking at the person who spoke with a shocked face.

At this moment, behind the position he had just placed, an old man with a wrinkled face appeared at some point, extremely old, and even one eye was grayish, without pupils, and looked like he was blind.

He held a broom in one hand and spread out the other, revealing the contents of his palm.

It turned out to be an eyeball sealed in a stone fetus.

The eyeballs were about the size of a human eyeball, without luster and dull, but full of a strange sense of depth.

None of this is important, what matters is, when did this old man come after him? When he came in before, he swept it with his divine sense, and there was no one at all, and the Xuanyi seniors also said that there was no one left on the third floor.

Who is he? Did he see what he had just done? The bookshelf has not been pushed back to its original position, and the things in his hand are likely to be asked to be picked up by Xuanyi's predecessors?

Even in the face of the old man's outfit at this moment, the words 'sweeping monk' inexplicably appeared in Song Ren's mind.

Moreover, on him, Song Ren didn't even notice the slightest spiritual fluctuation.

Now the calf is over, and I have met the strong.

Seeing Song Ren's series of movements and the vigilance at the moment, the old man's other cloudy eyes looked at Song Ren with considerable appreciation.

"Very good reaction," after finishing speaking, he directly threw the stone tire to Song Ren, and Song Ren took it suspiciously.

Then the old man coughed lightly, and the row of bookshelves also returned to their original places.

This operation made Song Ren look very confused.

No, what do you mean?

The old man looked at Song Ren's eyebrows, and said weakly: "There is no technique in the third layer that you can cultivate, but these pupils still retain a trace of vitality, but they can give you cohesion, anyway, that kid won't need it." ”

After the old man finished speaking, Song Ren suddenly felt that his body was stiff and could not be used, and then, the stone fetus that he was originally holding in the palm of his hand suddenly peeled off, directly revealing the eyeball.

The originally chapped and lifeless eyes suddenly emitted wisps of ripples, and then a pale golden brilliance condensed, like the phantom of countless eyeballs, frantically drilling towards the dragon-shaped mark in the center of Song Ren's eyebrows.

Song Ren screamed silently, feeling as if his eyebrows were about to be torn, and even a stinging pain came from his eyes, and then he was pulled to his forehead......