Time passed quietly unconsciously, and Ling Yun had already dispersed from everyone, not far from the stone pillar in the center of the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion, but he had not yet found a physical technique suitable for him.

"Knock knock!" As Ling Yun continued to move forward, a violent heartbeat sound came from Ling Yun's body, and then the sound came out, Ling Yun felt that the blood in his whole body was a little uncontrollable reverse current, as if there was a mysterious fluctuation that was attracting his own blood.

"What kind of physical technique is it, it has such power, it can attract the blood of the body!"

"Knock knock!" The sound of the heartbeat continued, and as Ling Yun continued to speed up, standing still, Ling Yun ran his qi and blood, trying to stop the blood from flowing backwards, but at the moment when he was running his qi and blood, the blood flowing backwards became faster, making drops of fine blood emerge from Ling Yun's skin.

"Why is this place so weird, why haven't you heard the dean mention it?" Ling Yun wondered, there was such a strange thing happening in the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion, the dean should have known about it and mentioned it, since the dean didn't mention it, then there was only one possibility, this matter happened recently.

Looking around, as far as Ling Yun could see, he suddenly found a strange blood-stained scroll, which was made of the fur of a demon beast, and when it looked from a distance, it looked like a dormant beast, exuding a terrifying aura. Under Ling Yun's induction, the mysterious fluctuation came out from here.

"Do you want to get this physical technique?" Ling Yun hesitated, although he didn't know what kind of physical technique was recorded in this strange ancient scroll, but it was obvious that the physical technique recorded must be extremely strong.

"Time is running out, this is the ancient scroll!" Ling Yun gritted his teeth, time waits for no one, there is no time to wait for himself to hesitate. Trying to calm the blood flowing against him, he slowly walked towards the ancient scroll.

"Knock knock!" The closer he got to the scroll, the more uncontrollably wildest Ling Yun's heart became, blood constantly pouring out of the surface of his skin, instantly rendering him like a bloody man.

Step!

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the distance between Ling Yun and the ancient scroll continued to close, and in the blink of an eye, he was only an inch away from the ancient scroll.

"Town!" Just when Ling Yun was only an inch away from the ancient scroll, and Ling Yun's tentacles could grasp the ancient scroll, the mysterious fluctuations emitted by the ancient scroll suddenly became several times stronger, and Ling Yun suddenly felt that all his body was in pain, and the pain of blood reflux made Ling Yun snort miserably, and the wind and thunder swirled, controlling the blood to return to normal operation.

"Come over here!" Ling Yun shouted angrily, his right hand jerked forward, grabbing the ancient scroll in front of him.

"Ahh

"In my hands, I'm still restless!" Ling Yun clutched the scroll, ignoring the blood flowing to the scroll. The wind and thunder air swirled around the ancient scroll, and just after the wind and thunder qi wrapped the ancient scroll, the ancient scroll shook slightly, and the wind and thunder qi collapsed and dissipated into the air, and then the suction suddenly increased, and the blood in his whole body turned into a drop of blood and was frantically inhaled by the ancient scroll.

"Since you want to suck, then let you suck enough!" Ling Yun didn't know how much blood the scroll had to absorb before it stopped, but now he couldn't help it, he didn't think about putting down the scroll, but every time he put it down, the scroll seemed to take root, sticking to his right hand and couldn't get rid of it.

"No, if it goes on like this, the situation is extremely bad!" Gradually, Ling Yun felt that his head was a little dizzy, his breathing became slow, and his face became even more pale as paper, he knew that this was an adverse reaction of excessive blood loss.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Yun's consciousness began to blur, and he could only feel the blood leaving his body slightly.

"Am I going to die here?Grandpa, sister, maybe I'll never see you again!" When Ling Yun's consciousness was completely blurred, two figures, one old and one young, appeared in his mind, both of them smiling at him, as if encouraging himself not to sleep.

The thin paper blood-stained scroll was like a big stomach that could never be filled, and after absorbing two-thirds of Ling Yun's blood, there was no sign of stopping, at this time, Ling Yun had already fallen to the ground, and his whole body looked like a skeleton due to the loss of most of the blood, and it was difficult to feel the vitality emanating from his body. "Who is blaspheming our bloodline!" Just when Ling Yun's blood was about to be sucked dry, a dazzling golden light lit up from Ling Yun's forehead, and then a figure like a god and demon slowly emerged under the golden light, the golden figure couldn't see the face clearly, the majestic body seemed to hold up a piece of sky, exuding a coercion like destroying the world, making people look like they fell at his feet at the first glance, as if he was the overlord of heaven and earth.

Seo!

The moment the golden figure appeared, the terrifying coercion crushed the blood-stained scroll like a tide.

"Ahh "Those who desecrate our bloodline, die!" the golden figure spoke, like a thunderclap in the sky, deafening, and suddenly a mysterious wave rushed from the golden figure towards the blood-stained scroll. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the void, and wisps of chaotic qi filled the air, as if they were about to destroy the bloodstained scroll forever.

"Huangji, this matter is just a misunderstanding!" Seeing the golden figure make a move, the bloodstained ancient scroll immediately sent out soul fluctuations. "You are really him, I didn't expect that you, who claim to be the invincible god of war, would even have your body shattered. Now he is still hiding in a torn suit. Haha!" the golden figure seemed to recognize the soul hiding in the scroll.

"Hmph, you're good to get there, as far as I know, you're still sealed in the depths of chaos. What's more, I didn't feel that he had your bloodline in him!" "I can let you go today, but you need to promise me one condition!" The golden figure seemed unwilling to mention Ling Yun's bloodline, but instead talked to the souls in the scroll about the conditions.

"What conditions!" the remnant of the scroll thought for a moment.

"Stand by his side until he has the power to protect himself. The golden figure pointed to Ling Yun lying on the ground.

"It can't be!"

"You're looking for death!" the golden figure seemed to anticipate this result, and a vast golden light enveloped the scroll.

"Change conditions!" The remnant soul of the ancient scroll seemed to be a little afraid of the golden light, and immediately sent out a soul fluctuation begging for mercy.

"That's all there is to it!" the golden figure smiled slightly, but the smile shocked the remnant soul.

"Hehe, what's more, it's also good for you to follow him!"

"What's the benefit?"

The golden figure didn't speak, and with a point, a white glowing ancient jade appeared on Ling Yun's forehead. If you look closely, the white jade is covered with cracks, as if it will turn into powder at the slightest touch.

"This is ......" But it was this unsurprising white jade that shook the remnant soul of the ancient scroll, and there were chaotic soul fluctuations.

"Hehe, how's that?" the golden figure knew it was done when he saw it.

"Good!" ......

The flow of time flowed slowly, and most of the hour had passed, and now only Ling Yun was left with Ling Yun who had entered the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion to choose physical techniques.

"Dean, could something happen to Ling Yun?" Seeing that time was running out, at the entrance of the Hidden Scroll Pavilion, in front of the giant monument, Xiao Sheng asked the dean in front of him worriedly.

"There shouldn't be anything, although the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion is heavily defended, there is no danger in it, Ling Yun should be coming. The dean said firmly.

"Hmph! Ling Yun must have coveted a powerful physical technique and got lost in it!" Wang Ling on the side gloated, time was running out, and it seemed that Ling Yun couldn't get out. Thinking of this, Wang Ling's heart was happy. Ever since Ling Yun had snatched his throne, he had vowed that he would die to wash away his humiliation. Now it seems that there is no need, even the dean of the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion cannot open it at will, and once Ling Yun is locked inside, he will definitely be starved to death.

Titicaca!

Just as everyone was speculating about why Ling Yun hadn't returned, the giant monument began to slowly close.

"It's not good, it's time!" Xiao Sheng saw that the giant monument began to close, and suddenly felt bad.

"It seems that Ling Yun can't get out. Seeing this, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Ling's mouth.

"Oh, is that why you want me to stay inside?" Just as the monument was about to close completely, Ling Yun stepped out of it.

"Brother Ling, are you okay, why did you come out so late?" Xiao Sheng saw that Ling Yun walked out of the giant monument at the last moment, and immediately stepped forward.

"It's okay, it's just a little more than a little bit of physical skill. ”

"It's okay, then have you found your physical skills?" Xiao Sheng asked worriedly, after all, Ling Yun walked out at the last moment, and it was inevitable that he couldn't find a physical technique that suited him, and he didn't want to go home empty-handed, and he took out a physical technique that was not suitable for him at will.

"Hmph, it must be a physical technique that is not in the flow of indiscriminate use. Wang Ling saw Ling Yun casually holding two featureless earthy yellow leather scrolls in his hand, and sneered.

"Dean, this is the two-volume body technique I chose in the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion. Ignoring Wang Ling, Ling Yun respectfully handed over the physical technique he had selected in the Tibetan Scroll Pavilion.

"Cracked Stone!" the dean picked up the ancient scroll handed by Ling Yun and opened one at random.

"Sure enough, it's just a randomly selected physical technique!" Wang Ling sneered as soon as he heard the name of the physical technique.