The inner sect of Tianxuan Sect is extremely mysterious, as the true foundation of one of the three giants of Dongzhou, its location is not known at all, even the disciples of the outer sect do not know the way to enter the inner sect, it can be said that the inner sect of Tianxuan Sect belongs to the existence of a forbidden land. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhang Yu had no intention of going to Neizong for a short time, so after he left Chen Jiandong Mansion, he went straight to the Jing Pavilion.

took out the token taken from Jian Chen, a ray of light shot out, directly opening the passage into the Jing Pavilion, Zhang Yu flashed in, and the target went straight to the first floor of the Jing Pavilion.

The collection of the Jing Pavilion is as vast as a sea of smoke, all kinds of historical records, exercises, Dan Fang, etc., if Zhang Yu reads them all, it is estimated that he will have no hope in this life, so his goal is very clear.

The first floor of the scripture pavilion is hidden, are some anecdotes and the most basic practice exercises, Zhang Yu wants to find and solve the information related to his own qualifications, can only take history as a mirror, come here to find, so as not to waste too much time.

"Hundred Beast Valley disciple Zhang Yu see Senior Brother!"

Zhang Yu walked into the attic and first came to a quaint but simple room, which was where the disciples of the Jing Pavilion who managed the floor were located.

"Holding the token given by the head of the cabinet, you can look at it at will, but remember that you must not leave any traces or damage it, otherwise, it will be disposed of by the rules of the sect. ”

The disciple guarding this place was a middle-aged monk, lying on an old table, without raising his eyes, but simply said something to pay attention to, and then stopped talking, treating Zhang Yu as air.

Zhang Yu touched his chin embarrassedly and said, "Please also ask Senior Brother to lend me the Etymology Stone." ”

The middle-aged monk glanced up at Zhang Yu, this character source stone is a tool to record the words of this world, because some disciples have some rare ancient characters in the books they consult, so they use it to assist.

"Take it and give it back to me before you leave. ”

A piece of crystal round jade floated in front of Zhang Yu, he thanked him and took it, turned around and walked towards the book collection area.

Bookshelves, rows and rows of books, full of dazzling, full of Zhang Yu's immediate world, it is not an exaggeration to call it the number of sand in the galaxy, and this is the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, Zhang Yu really can't imagine how many books are hidden in these ten layers of the Scripture Pavilion.

He walked to the first level of the many bookshelves, where a small formation was set up for searching for the books in this level, otherwise it would be enough for him to find the books he needed.

A faint green light appeared, Zhang Yu imprinted the word origin mark stone on his forehead, and suddenly a strange character like a sea rushed into his brain, this is the text of this world, but it can only be used when he has this piece of jade.

"Ancient books, cultivation qualifications!"

Zhang Yu read what he wanted to know into the formation, and suddenly, an inexplicable suction force was generated, pulling him into a strange space, hundreds of ancient books floated in the air, and a table the size of a person appeared in front of Zhang Yu.

This is a place for monks to practice in the Sutra Pavilion, because some disciples will retreat directly when they have a hint of inspiration for practice when they are looking at the collection of books, and it will be much safer to be here.

Zhang Yu put the word source stone on his head, crossed his knees in front of the table, and took down a book in the air and held it in his hand.

"Qualification Book"

"Qualifications and Training"

"Heavenly Perfection"

.......

A book passed in front of Zhang Yu's eyes, countless handwriting fell in his brain, time stopped, except for the turning of fingers and the movement of thoughts, everything was quiet.

An hour, two hours.

One day, one night.

Zhang Yu didn't move, his eyes were red, he was about to drip blood, the sharp pain came, and the tears were invisibly left, affecting his process, so he took out a pill from the previous one and took it, and continued reading.

Dan Dao is broad and profound, each elixir has its own special effect, although the aura in it can temporarily relieve the pain in his eyes, but this is tantamount to drinking a donkey to quench his thirst, and the impurities in the elixir will bring serious side effects to his body.

Zhang Yu knows all this, but he still persists, he has never admitted defeat, he has been like this since he was a child, he is afraid of death, but he has never surrendered in the face of death, he has hesitated, but no matter what suffering is in front of him, he chooses to move forward.

Page by page, pill by pill, he persevered, and finally, at the moment when the sun rose on the third day, he closed the last book.

At this time, Zhang Yu's face was pale, without a trace of blood, his body was withered, and in just three days, he had already lost weight, and two lines of hot tears flowed down, which was also mixed with this spotted blood, and bursts of dizziness came to his heart, but he gritted his teeth and pushed back.

"Is there really no way?"

He smiled miserably, looking a little helpless.

After reading these books, he already knew that the so-called qualification problem meant that the place where the monk dantian condensed the Kun Realm could not store the aura at all, and even if he could introduce the aura of heaven and earth into the body, it could not be condensed into the Kun Realm.

From this point of view, such a person has simply cut off the path of cultivation.

In the vast history of Dongzhou, it is not that there are no strange geniuses who have tried to solve this problem, but the results are unsatisfactory.

Ten thousand years ago, there were monks with low qualifications who relied on the master of their Heavenly Tree to transform the great mana and condense their dantian, but such a dantian could not attract foreign substances into the body to transform into seeds, which was equivalent to the path of self-extinction of the monk's progress, and stopped in the Kun realm for the rest of his life.

There are also monks who plan to break and then stand up, and then shape the dantian, but as everyone knows, life is made in nature, and all monks who have done this have ended in failure, making this method an empty word.

"In the vast middle of nowhere, the fairy road is fixed, and the red dust falls in this life!"

These are the words recorded in a book, and the monk tried all kinds of methods and finally returned to nothing, and his ordinary life turned into a dry bone.

"Is it predestined?" Zhang Yu said in a hoarse voice.

Throughout the history of Dongzhou, there is no way out of this kind of problem, it seems that God has already predestined, what is ordinary, what is repair.

Moreover, if you want to look closely, the extinction of the system is also related to this.

The special system can be regarded as a unique extraordinary qualification, this kind of monk, the heavens and the earth, but whenever they appear, they are all supreme powerhouses, in the immortal continent without immortals, in that year, they are immortals, high above, competing for the sun and the moon.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that they do not seem to be recognized by this heaven and earth, and they have transcended the boundaries of mortal and cultivation, and they will gradually disappear into history.

Ancient texts record that in the last years of the existence of the monks of the system, they will all have a treacherous change, even if it is difficult for the monks in the world to erase them, they will disappear inexplicably.

The will of heaven cannot be violated, which makes Zhang Yu's hope in front of him slim, even if he can practice the system, he will eventually be obliterated by weirdness, which is too cruel.