After all, the door is still wooden, and such a door is still too thin for the weight of the years, and it is often difficult to withstand such extraordinary forces.

And because of this material, even if a protective barrier is placed, it will still decay compared to other materials, although the speed is slower than when it was not protected.

He walked briskly forward, taking in everything.

It is true that he is not absent every year, but the truth is that he has probably never brought his heart over, he has only come alone, and it has been too long since the last time he stepped into this place.

It's no exaggeration to say that he was about to forget how many years ago the last time he actually stepped into this place.

It is precisely because of this that when he entered, he was even more extraordinarily emotional.

Without further ado, there was not much time left for him to be nostalgic.

He had to act quickly, the first example was already in front of him, he didn't go to see the Dharma Protector, but he could also anticipate his miserable state in his heart.

Dharma protectors are all over 3,000 years old, and these years, even the most lazy, are not the heights that ordinary people can reach.

And the original six Dharma protectors have become five.

Isn't the rest of the people in a state where everyone is in danger? With the first, there will be a second, and with the second, the third will also be possible.

It was precisely because of this that he was even more worried, and now that the real devil's claws had reached the body of the Dharma Protector, it had already shown how serious the problem was.

If more than 3,000 years of cultivation have not been able to defeat the demon behind it, whether it is because of the force of the person behind it, or because of the cunning and cunning that eventually led to such a result, it should not be underestimated.

After the Dharma Protector, it is the Venerable, the murderer behind this, is he really going to serve a pot here?

His psychology is definitely panicked, how many people's efforts are condensed in this Kunshen Mountain, how can he let such a thing happen, witnessing the demise of this mountain, with the fresh life inside?

He immediately began to look through the things here, the books here had been dusty for a long time.

He was familiar, but also a little unfamiliar.

He followed the familiar road and began to look for a place step by step, a small building with three floors, he did not hesitate, he walked directly to the depths of the first floor, and when he walked to the center of the library pavilion, he looked at a golden decoration above his head, it was really a bird, but this sharp long beak was too shocking.

This golden bird, who knows, is just on the surface, with two more layers of gold, and inside, in fact, it is wooden, but it is just a trace carved with a knife when he was young.

He cast a spell, and suddenly a light flickered in the lightless space, like a light in the dark night, illuminating everything here in an instant.

After that bright moment, he finally saw everything here, cobwebs, messy, traces of no one to take care of.

- He has always only cared about strengthening the barrier and preventing foreign objects from invading, and who knows that such a scene will occur inside unknowingly.

Thinking about it like this, it's like taking care of Kunshen Mountain.