He suddenly had a bold idea, went straight to the point, and explored the Hidden Scripture Pavilion at night!

Xuanye Island was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and there was no battle between the main islands in the core area of the sect.

If you can get close to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the page island, how much information can be scanned inside, and if you encounter a level that you can't pass, it's a big deal to return and find another opportunity, and the cat is here all day as a qualified handyman, which is a waste of time.

Besides, I use the "scanner" to scan the perspective, and it's good to do it at once, and it's not stealing, and it will make a great contribution to the knowledge sharing and academic progress of the Xiuzhen world, and I have found an extremely noble excuse for my dark night sneaking in my heart.

Just do what you say, with your current status as a servant and the status of an unrelated dick in Xuanye Island, you won't be able to get in touch with the high-end core cultivation theory in 10,000 years, so it's better to try it now.

Sacrificing the array to hide his figure, he activated the true eye of the scanner, and without looking back, he surfaced to the surface without looking back, and cautiously fled towards the main peak of the island of C-page. Restrained the spiritual power of his whole body, he didn't dare to use the Dao Technique to escape, let alone use the magic weapon to fly, he deftly swam in the sea water, like an arrow from the string, flying close to the C-page Peak.

Fortunately, the two peaks of Bingding are only dozens of kilometers away, and with his strong body comparable to the Jindan period, he uses brute force to paddle, but in an hour, the Bing Peak is already in sight.

When he was about to go ashore, he had an idea, and replaced the divine consciousness mark in the jade plate with the innocent divine consciousness of the miscellaneous servants who blackmailed his spirit stone during the day, and the monk who had contact with his divine consciousness, as long as he did not exceed his cultivation too much, the divine consciousness frequency range could be perfectly copied by him, and it was not too simple to forge the divine consciousness frequency of a fourth-layer monk of condensate.

It is said that at the beginning of the establishment of Xuanye Island, from time to time there were monks who sneaked in to steal treasures or cheats, but they were all thrown into the sea to feed the king, and in the past three thousand years, there have been very few monks to do this thankless errand, and the kings at the bottom of the sea are hungry and thin.

The only few monitoring formations, under the scanning of the True Eye, were all hidden, and were carefully avoided by Wu Yi one by one, and in less than an hour, he approached the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion located on the mountainside of the Bingye Peak.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound sounded in a corner five miles away, and when I looked at it in a hurry, it was a sea toad the size of a basin and kept looking up to the sky. Wu Yi's heart was not good, he just paid attention to the fluctuation of the formation, and this toad whose breath was integrated with the surrounding environment actually ignored the past, and was obviously discovered by it, but seeing him turning around and screaming in the sky, it was obviously just that it didn't feel right, but he didn't know what was wrong.

In the corner, a small turtle crawled out, with a small and delicate turtle shell on its top, and its tiny limbs crawling on the ground, which was very cute.

It quickly crawled to the toad, crawled neatly on the back of the toad the size of a sea bowl, and with a grunt, stood up!

Wu Yi saw that it was true! The little turtle man stood up, stretched out his small forelimbs, and knocked the toad's head hard, as if he was still very angry! The sea toad immediately stopped croaking and trembled, and looked like he was about to faint with fear.

It was so weird, Wu Yi lay in the shadow behind a narrow cliff, and he didn't dare to move, as if he was one with the mountain and rock. There was a small commotion around the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and two or three low-level disciples on night duty looked around, and a condensate stage disciple with a hoarse voice said, "Let's disperse, it is estimated that the spirit toad has eaten too much during the day, it is not digested, and it is a little dry, I will go find some medicine to remove dryness and laxatives to feed it." ”

Hearing the voice of the disciple on duty, the little turtle turned its body, and the round turtle shell slipped down the smooth back of the sea toad, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yi didn't dare to come out and continued to lurk.

Fortunately, the supernatural turtle did not appear, and it seemed that it was only there to knock the toad.

Approaching the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the way, looking at it from a distance for a long time, Wu Yi was finally discouraged, the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was shrouded in a set of superb chain formations, with his current divine sense cultivation, it was tantamount to whimsical to break the formation. With a flash of inspiration, he restrained his consciousness and sent a short frequency wave attached to the pitted skin of the spirit toad.

The toad seemed to frighten the little turtle and honestly remained silent.

After a while, the hoarse-voiced monk found a few spiritual grasses and fed them to the toad, and in the process of feeding the medicine, it was inevitable to use the divine sense, and its frequency band was quickly captured by the "scanner" and perfectly copied to the database. Jade Pendant's information shows that the Mountain Patrol disciple has the lowest level of management power, in other words, this disciple's Jade Pendant has the right to enter the Great Array and open the door to the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!

After Jade Perry perfectly carved the divine sense mark of this unlucky mountain patrol disciple, Wu Yi entered the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion without realizing it.

Entering the hall on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and was speechless.

A jade bowl of different sizes hangs in the air above the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, some are as big as a flying boat, containing thousands of jade slips, some are as small as a bathtub, and hundreds of simple books are also placed, and the jade bowls in the air are like stars, no less than tens of thousands.

In the previous life, the Library of Congress, the National Library of France, and the National Library of China were like fireflies to the sun and the moon, and the hall on the first floor of the entire Scripture Pavilion was filled with a desolate and simple atmosphere, which was mysterious and abnormal, and it was dizzying!

This is only the first floor, there are five floors in the Scripture Pavilion, and the formation prohibitions on each floor are complicated, and the security is outrageous!

Starting the scanner, it was like starting the power supply, plugging in the USB flash drive, and starting to transmit data, to his great disappointment, most of the knowledge recorded in the jade slip was below the condensation period, and many of the knowledge was duplicated with the Wufang Star Wuji Sect, and it couldn't even catch up with the data refreshed after the optimization and combination of Wu Yi's big data, thinking about it, if you want to get a more mysterious and high-end sect cheats, you must go to a higher level of Tibetan scripture library, however, this mountain patrol disciple named Bai Ye does not have higher authority.

At a loss, a dilemma.

Suddenly, a familiar sound of "huh" echoed in his ears, and then a trace of a distant artistic conception with an eternal desolate atmosphere slowly enveloped his body, as if it came from the beginning of the opening of the world for hundreds of millions of years, there seemed to be a sense of déjà vu, and he vaguely remembered that he had felt this kind of qi when he was alchemy in the Mo family's retreat room and the small inn in Kazama City.

The scanner throbbed violently at a rare frequency, obscuring his senses, blinding his audition, and taking over command of his body.

Muddy, as if in a nightmare, consciousness is like nothing, but the thinking is extraordinarily clear, the desolate and distant artistic conception comes suddenly, and it walks simply, as if it just took a look, and then, the deepest layer of consciousness echoed with a sharp voice of extreme annoyance, "Here it is again! Fool! Put a firecracker to blow up your nest!" 。。。。。。

Divine thoughts are like prisons, coercion is like mountains, even after being filtered and decompressed by the scanner, it still exerts great pressure on Wu Yi's sea of divine consciousness, could it be that the supernatural little turtle is talking?