The eleventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion is a very mysterious place.

Even the real person on the ink can't open it.

Tuotian Palace also stipulates that only with the consent of the five elders of the Scripture Pavilion can the eleventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion be opened. This made Yang Mucheng very surprised, so he became more and more curious about what kind of martial arts were placed in the eleventh layer.

But.

When several elders of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion learned that Yang Mucheng was about to enter the eleventh layer, they were also full of surprise.

"Emperor Yang, are you going to enter the eleventh layer and learn that martial art?" an elder seemed to be a little unconvinced, and repeated. "In the eleventh layer, the points consumed are dozens of times that of the eighth layer, and you are not even qualified to enter with your points!"

Truly.

Each level of the Pavilion consumes ten times as many points as the previous floor.

Although Yang Mucheng has the help of the Dragon Hall Ancestor, he can only enter the tenth layer at most, and he can't stay for a stick of incense.

"I made a bet with Emperor Yang!" Mo Shang Zhenren glared at the talkative elder fiercely, for fear that the other party would disturb his own good deeds. "If Emperor Yang learns the eleventh layer of martial arts, I will lose a magic weapon to him. If Emperor Yang can't learn, he will lose the Nine Dragons Flying Sword to me! ”

Many elders looked at Mo Shang with envy.

This is a magic weapon of the highest grade of the Xuan Rank.

The nine swords are one, which is comparable to the best of the Xuan Rank. In the Tuotian Palace, only the sect master Wu Shanhe has a superlative magic weapon, and the others can only envy it.

"Mo Shang Zhenren, how did you let this kid take the bait?" said an elder full of envy.

"Hmph, this kid came to me and said that he wanted to learn a sword heart method, and I recommended the best martial arts of the Yellow Order to him, but he still didn't like it. I was going to train him and let him learn the martial arts of the eleventh layer. And you know what this kid said? He actually said that there is no martial art in the world that he can't learn. I made a bet with him and lured him into betting on the Nine Dragons Flying Sword. I didn't expect this kid to be so stupid and so easy to take the bait!" Mo Shang Zhenren smirked.

"Tut-tut, that martial art has been there since the establishment of the Tuotian Palace, and there are only two people who have learned it so far. One is the Emperor Taishang, and the other is the current saint, our sect master. Even if it was a saint, it took forty or fifty years to understand it, how could this kid learn it so easily?"

Hearing the words of the real man on the ink, the elder said enviously.

"Aren't you going to win?"

"That's!" Mo Shangzhen proudly stroked his goat whisker and said proudly: "If you want to blame, you can only blame Yang Mucheng for being too arrogant and too unaware of the height of the sky!"

Between words.

Everyone had already reached the eleventh floor.

The eleventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion was a little different from the previous floors, and the entrance was a crimson stone door. The five elders came to the door and poured their internal strength into the stone gate. I heard a 'boom', as if some kind of mechanism had been triggered, and the stone door opened immediately.

Yang Mucheng followed the five people into it and came to an empty stone room.

"Where's the martial arts?"

Yang Mucheng glanced around in surprise, and found that there were no books placed on the eleventh floor as he imagined, but they were empty, except for a stone slab in the center of the stone room that looked like it was some age.

"Emperor Yang, this is!" Mo Shangzhen smiled faintly and pointed to the stone slab in the center. He glanced at Yang Mucheng's puzzled look and said, "Emperor Yang, most of the Xuan-rank exercises are complicated, and the martial arts of the lower and middle grades of the Xuan-level can barely be displayed in words. But the top grade can't be described in words, only through the artistic conception to express it! On this stone slab, there is a record of the Xuan-level high-grade martial arts you need - Sword Imperial Nine Heavens!"

Oh?

Yang Mucheng frowned.

At most, he has only been exposed to the martial arts of the lower grades of the Xuan Rank, and he has not heard of some exercises that cannot be described in words!

"Emperor Yang, you don't have to doubt it. ”

"I've heard rumors that ground-level martial arts are even more terrifying, and they can only be recorded on some divine weapons...... If the level of that martial art exceeds that of the divine soldier, even the power expressed by the martial art can shatter the divine soldier!"

"What about that heavenly step?" Yang Mucheng continued to ask.

Mo Shangzhen smiled dumbly, "Emperor Yang, the highest martial arts I have ever seen in my life is only the highest grade of the Xuan Rank. Ground-level martial arts have only been mentioned by some old-timers in the Heavenly Palace, and sky-level martial arts are even more unheard of and unseen!"

Yang Mucheng nodded, his eyes looking towards the slate. The pattern of this slate is broken, but looking at the past, the pattern on it seems to come to life, which makes people feel like they are in a fantasy world.

"Emperor Yang, with the strength of the five of me, I can only stir up this slate pattern for thirty breaths at most, and whether you can comprehend it can only depend on your understanding!"

The five elders nodded.

They stood up around the stone slab in a pentagram formation, and their handprints condensed one by one.

Airplanes~

I saw the slate tremble violently, and suddenly a void light erupted.

In the void, remnant light surged.

An irregular pattern appeared, as if the national hand was scolding Fang Xuan to show a mysterious picture, and it seemed like clouds surging in the sky for no reason. Yang Mucheng stared at this pattern, only to feel that every line in it revealed a different artistic conception.

Looking at the five elders such as Mo Shangzhen, it is also quite laborious to inspire this stone slab. But after seven or eight breaths, he was already sweating profusely. Only halfway through the time, his face was pale.

"Sure enough!"

Yang Mucheng frowned slightly, he could only remember the general idea of this pattern, and it would take at least half a year to learn it.

At this moment, the system's prompt sounded.

'Ding, I have discovered the high-grade martial art of the Xuan Rank - Sword Yu Jiuxiao, please ask if you want to learn!'

"Learn!"

Yang Mucheng said silently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a huge stream of information pour into his mind, squeezing his head a little. This information is too huge, even more massive than the sum of the hundreds of thousands of Spirit Rank and Yellow Rank martial arts!

But in an instant, it was back to normal.

Almost at the same time.

The five real people on the ink retracted their internal strength, and the pattern on the slate suddenly disappeared into intangibility, and it was gray, as if the appearance of the previous mysterious pattern was just an illusion.

"How?"

Due to the excessive consumption of internal strength, Mo Shangzhen's face was a little pale at the moment. But at this moment, he couldn't hide the joy on his face, obviously thinking that he was able to beat Yang Mucheng nine times out of ten in this bet, and the Nine Dragons Flying Sword seemed to be in hand.

He looked at Yang Mucheng with a smile and asked:

"Emperor Yang, how's it going? How much have you comprehended?"

"Even if you don't understand something, don't be too frustrated. Over the years, many geniuses have entered the eleventh layer, wanting to penetrate this sword and the nine heavens. But no one succeeded!"

Yang Mucheng digested all the information, then raised his head, grinned at the confident Mo Shangzhen, and said:

"I've learned this martial art!"

As soon as the words fell.

The smile on Mo Shangzhen's face suddenly stiffened......

(End of chapter)