The brilliance of the Fengshen List was very conspicuous, and it was directly separated from Mo Ling's palm, floating slightly, and the paper kept turning, and there was a rustling sound.

Mo Ling didn't immediately push the door in, but noted down the location, ran the rest of the door, and didn't encounter any more visionary existence before returning to the door.

Mo Ling's breathing was slightly short, he slowly put his hand on the door page, it was still the touch of the entity, with a slight force, the door was easily pushed open, behind the door was a passage, the passage did not look far-reaching, and the end of the passage could be seen at a glance.

The door opened, Fengshenlu was even brighter, Mo Ling took a deep breath, his whole body was on guard, and slowly walked in, the passage was very ordinary, but the two sides were just simple blue brick walls, and there was nothing special along the way, Mo Ling walked through the passage in a few steps, and the front suddenly opened up, a wide room, four night pearls will shine on the bright hall all around, and its interior decoration is simple, only there is a circular stone platform in the middle, and a sword is inserted on the stone platform.

Mo Ling approached the stone platform, and the light of the Fengshenlu was brightened to the extreme, and the source was determined, and Mo Ling observed it carefully.

The appearance of this sword is low-key, and it doesn't look too gorgeous, but if you feel it carefully, you can feel the vigorous divine power on the sword, this divine power is extremely pure, far more refined than Mo Ling's nine-grade divine body, such a sword, not to mention attacking ghosts, is to appear in the dark night, and if it exudes a trace of divine power, the ghosts will be wiped out within ten meters.

"This sword is not bad, I just lack a handy attack weapon that I can use!"

Mo Ling was very satisfied with the sword, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and lifted it up slightly, the long sword was directly pulled up, but what Mo Ling pulled up did not contain the entity of the sword, only the extremely refined divine power essence in the sword body.

A divine sword completely refined by divine power, Mo Ling held the sword, the steel material of forging the divine sword turned into ashes in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, after the iron sword dissipated, Mo Ling noticed that on the stone platform, there was an introduction written, Mo Ling read intently:

'Sword name: Ghost killing, taken from Tiantai Mountain, there are seventy years of cultivation of the old hand. ’

'The Taoist priest of Tiantai Mountain colluded with local officials to privately occupy thousands of acres of fertile land, and even secretly prepared ten pairs of crossbows, and nearly 100 dead soldiers, and his actions violated the Tang law, so His Majesty ordered: Send armor soldiers to punish the nine clans!'

'Retrieve this sword after the battle, follow the law, and seal the dragon tomb!'

After reading it, Mo Ling's back was slightly cold, there is no doubt that the Xianmen is powerful, the ghost will be defeated by a big disciple of the Xianghu faction in five hundred years, and the deacons, elders, heads, and feathering ancestors on it do not know much, but compared with Tiantai Mountain, the Xianghu faction does not know how far behind, but it is such a powerful immortal gate, between the lines, it is as weak and incompetent as tofu, and the emperor has determined their fate in a simple six words, and the thousand-year-old faction disappeared in an instant.

After reading it, Mo Ling felt a little emotional in his heart, and suddenly understood that the Xianghu faction risked his life to visit the dragon tomb and find the motivation for the dragon qi, the imperial dynasty was always a sharp sword hanging above their heads, and it could kill them anytime and anywhere.

Mo Ling looked at the text, and suddenly had some doubts:

"Then why didn't they participate in the government when they were strong in the early years?"

Mo Ling couldn't figure this out, but... Mo Ling recalled the huge painting above the head of the corridor, the golden sun that always shone above the head of the Xianmen.

"Perhaps, it's because of the sun..."

Mo Ling's tone was slightly low and puzzled.

Took the sword and read the story, Mo Ling didn't dare to continue to delay, the Xianghu faction had already walked in front of him, although they hadn't bumped into each other now, but they had been preparing for many years, they must have come prepared, and it was impossible to be trapped by a small maze.

Mo Ling didn't put away the sword, he directly held the book in his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, and rushed towards the other end of the hall, the passage was long, and there were many turns in it, Mo Ling couldn't even remember how many turns he had made now, but fortunately, there was only one passage, and there was no fork in the road, all the way to the next hall.

Mo Ling thought about what the next hall would be, the magic circle, the mechanism, the guard, or something else, but it wasn't until Mo Ling walked out that he realized that he didn't seem to be walking in a maze, but a, a huge warehouse.

Another huge room, twenty floors up and down, one hundred doors on each floor, exactly the same as the hall where Mo Ling found the ghost killing, here, it is another hall looking for the best way out.

Open Fengshenlu, open his legs, Mo Ling is like a whirlwind blowing through every door, the book in his hand is like a guide lamp, telling Mo Ling the situation behind the door, the light of this hall has increased significantly, and the brightness is far beyond Fang Cai, Mo Ling walked straight through the twenty floors, and at the last door, Fengshenlu showed a vision, the huge light was dazzling, comparable to the ghost killing.

Mo Ling pushed the door in, a white robe floating stone platform, and took a closer look at the introduction:

'Ling Xianyi, Qin Wang Ping Emei!'

Mo Ling was happy, but he didn't hesitate, he took the magic robe and ran to the next hall, the hall one after another, Mo Ling relied on the Fengshenlu to cheat all the way, and he didn't know how many treasures he harvested:

Wudang Qingsuo sword

Penglai purple gold needle

Kunlun Nine Truncated Staffs

Maoshan away from the fire charm

...

There are many magic weapons, Mo Ling just bows his head and runs wildly, regardless of collecting every treasure he encounters, and regardless of whether he is useful or not, Mo Ling doesn't know how many halls he has run and how many treasures he has received, he only feels that his hands and feet are a little tired, but looking at the dense good things in the Fengshen Record, he feels relaxed.

Such a crazy harvest, until the last passage was no longer a warehouse-like hall, Mo Ling suddenly stopped, slightly afraid, this way was a little abrupt.

At the end of the passage is a vast world, which is extremely dark and empty, with a hundred feet of eaves overhead, and looking up at it is like looking up at the deep night sky, and a stone road stretches forward about fifty meters at the foot, looking like a lonely bridge that has only been half-built, and under the bridge, there is a huge abyss that is dark.

Mo Ling stood in front of the lonely bridge and looked down, the darkness in the abyss was almost condensed into substance, just a glance made Mo Ling a little suffocated, the abyss was very large, like a cliff cutting off the whole world.

On the other side of the abyss, a huge palace that covered the entire mountain wall towered in the darkness, and the door was open, and some light came from inside.

The world is very quiet, only the whistling wind blowing from nowhere, the sound of the wind is like nothing, sometimes far and sometimes near, it is not really heard, it seems to be non-existent, and it seems to be everywhere.

Looking at the huge abyss, Mo Ling was a little hesitant, he wanted to fly over, but the darkness in the abyss under his feet made him a little jealous, Mo Ling thought about it, suddenly opened the Fengshen Record, and took out a gabion from it, there was a fire burning in the gabion, it looked like a lantern, this was one of the countless treasures that Mo Ling had just searched.

He exhaled a breath of divine power at the gabion, and a cloud of light suddenly flew out, slowly flying towards the darkness below.