It was night, and the Ghost King Sect also calmed down, leaving only a few pairs of wild mandarin ducks in the hidden place to spend the moon in front of the moon.

In the main hall of the Ghost King Sect, a figure appeared silently.

This person is Yang San, because the location of the Ghost King Sect's book is too conspicuous, so Yang San has to wait until the night.

Although Yang San was not afraid of the Ghost King Sect, it was also excellent to save some trouble.

In the depths of the main hall, there are two lifelike statues of gods.

The statue is extremely huge, exactly the same as the one in the blood dripping cave of the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Cave, one Buddha and one demon.

"Our Lady of the Shadows? The King of Evil? ”

For these two gods of the Demon Sect, Yang San did not have a trace of respect.

With a slight leap, Yang San arrived in front of the King of Evil.

Looking at its lowered right hand holding a giant axe, Yang San couldn't help but be happy.

"This agency must not have been with Baguio, otherwise how could she have been trapped in a blood cave for so long."

Yang San flicked it lightly, and suddenly the right hand of the King of Evil Ming slowly raised, turning from low to high.

For a while, the King of Shaming seemed to be like a demon cult legend, and he wanted to split this land.

"Titicaca ......"

At this moment, the stone wall behind the two idols slowly receded to both sides, revealing a huge stone tablet.

"The earth is unkind, and all things are used as dogs!"

Looking at the ten big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on the stone tablet, Yang San smiled heartily, and sure enough, he didn't come to the wrong place.

Crossing the stele, behind the stele is a deep secret passage, slowly descending.

The walls are inlaid with luminous stones, and the faint glow adds a bit of weirdness.

Yang San pressed his hand to the wall, only to see that a luminous stone was actually pressed into the wall by Yang San

"Titicaca ......"

The stone wall that had just been opened was closing, and it turned out that this luminous stone was also the location of the mechanism.

After the stone wall was completely closed, Yang San walked down the stone steps step by step.

After a while, Yang San reached the end of the secret passage, and a huge stone gate appeared in front of Yang San.

The stone gate is engraved with magnificent reliefs.

Above is a mist-like circle, with the sun, the moon, and a multitude of tiny dots that shimmer like stars.

Below is all square, there are mountains, water, forests, and oceans......

In the middle is a person who flies with an edgeworth, and he can't see the five views clearly, but he can taste a chic and uninhibited temperament.

There are still many rare beasts that Yang San has seen and has never seen around Rao.

The most conspicuous thing is that in the four poles, there are four divine beasts with lofty qi and long roaring.

Even if Yang San hadn't seen it, he recognized it at a glance.

Green Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu.

"Roundland? What age does this have to be? ”

Yang San sighed for a while, stretched out his hand and gently tapped it on the person flying in the middle of the sword, and the true qi in his body was excited.

Suddenly, the eyes of the people who couldn't see clearly seemed to bloom with a thousand brilliance, and a sense of pride in the battlefield and fearlessness burst out in an instant.

"Click......"

The stone door gradually opened, and when it was fully opened, the people on the relief were also just restrained again.

Yang San smiled slightly and walked into the stone room indifferently.

The stone chamber was empty, except for a windowsill, which seemed to be an abandoned chamber.

Yang San was not in a hurry, but turned his head to look at the windowsill.

This place is deep underground, but outside this window is the scenery outside the hall above, and even the wild mandarin ducks that Yang San saw before can see clearly.

Yang San stretched out his hand, but it touched the cold wall.

It turned out that this window sill was actually painted, but it was used to project the scenery outside the main hall.

A full moon is slowly rising into the sky, and in a short time, the full moon rises to its highest point.

"Buzz!"

A white moonlight suddenly shot out from the windowsill and projected onto the wall directly opposite the stone door.

"Wow!"

The Book, Vol. II

The earth is unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs.

………

…

At that moment, large characters glowing with golden light suddenly appeared on the wall.

At the same time, a voice that is neither male nor female recites the text in a very subtle tone.

Yang San was fascinated at once, deeply immersed in Qi Zheng

I don't know how long it took, maybe the color has turned white, and the books on the wall have faded.

Yang San's eyelids trembled slightly, and he woke up from his realization.

"Zheng!"

As Yang San opened his eyes, a dazzling golden light shot out from Yang San's eyes, and it disappeared after a long time.

"The book is really broad and profound, I originally wanted to go directly to the third volume, but now it seems that I still have to slow down first."

Yang San looked at the windowsill, and the color was already bright.

Although there was no one in the main hall, there were many disciples outside the main hall, all practicing their own exercises in front of the main hall at this time.

Yang San couldn't help but smile bitterly, there are so many people, how can I get out?

Although you can be invisible, you can't hide the action of opening the door.

When I thought that I would open the door for a while, it would attract the attention of all the disciples outside the hall, and I felt annoyed when I thought about it.

Although he was not afraid of these disciples, even if he added 10,000 people, Yang San didn't care about it.

But it's a waste of time, isn't it?

Just when Yang San was worried, he found Baguio and two men walking from outside the square.

One of the men, a middle-aged scribe, dressed in a Confucian robe, with elegant eyebrows, a light purple jade pendant pinned to his waist, his eyes were blazing, and he had the courage to not be angry but powerful in his elegance.

Seeing Baguio and his intimate appearance, Yang San couldn't help but move in his heart, it seems that this person is the ghost king.

Another man, full of ghosts, dressed in black, covered with black veil, only revealing a pair of bottomless eyes, not out of the weird.

With tens of thousands of people by his side, there is only one person with this temperament, Yang San knows.

Ghost Doctor!

Mr. Ghost!

He once healed Wan Jianyi's severed left arm, and the "Three-Day Death Pill" in Puzhi's hand was also a gift from him.

It is a figure among the immortals who is no less mysterious than Zhou Xian.

Seeing that the three of them seemed to have the intention of walking towards the main hall, Yang San quickly withdrew from the stone room, restored everything to its original state, and stood hidden behind the door.

"Squeak!"

Sure enough, the door of the main hall was soon opened, and 10,000 people entered the hall with Baguio and Mr. Ghost.

"Yao'er, this time you escaped death and brought back the first volume of the Book, which is of great benefit to our Ghost King Sect, which is really beyond my expectations."

Ten thousand people took Baguio and Mr. Ghost straight into the depths of the main hall, and respectfully knelt down in front of the statues of Our Lady of Youming and King Shaming.

Yang San smiled heartily, it seems that Baguio and Zhang Fan were still trapped in the dripping blood cave, and got a book next to them.

However, at this time, leaving is the most important thing, Yang San's figure flashed, and he suddenly flew out of the wide-open doorway, and after a while, he was far away from the main altar of the Ghost King Sect.

"Huh?"

Just as Yang San flashed out of the main hall, Mr. Ghost in the depths of the hall suddenly turned back in surprise.

"How?"

Ten thousand people looked back in confusion, although the door was not closed, but no unobtrusive disciple dared to hang around.

"It's okay, it should be an illusion."

Mr. Ghost shook his head slightly, returning to his previous flat appearance.

The ten thousand people on the head of Xing didn't think much about it, but turned around and prayed to the idol.