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Inside the Mountain Gate of the Hundred Refining Sect, the nineteen celestial phenomena on the huge square moved in unison on this day, looking up at the passage in the void that had been opened by them. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Boom, boom, an astonishing sound came from the passage, and in an instant, a series of souls rushed out of it and fell towards the square.

"One hundred and eleven!"

"One hundred and twenty-three!"

"One hundred and fifty-five?"

From the rumbling whirlpool, one hundred and fifty-five souls flowed out, and there were no more souls. In other words, the last disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect were only one hundred and fifty-five.

After these one hundred and fifty-five passages came out, the vortex passage was quickly closed, and the heavenly dome returned to its original state.

On the square, those disciples whose souls had returned to their bodies opened their eyes one after another, and looked out, and at this moment, a voice like a yellow warbler sounded.

"Disciples, all the disciples who have returned, after the unity of the soul and body, after pranayama, will leave the square and return to their respective mountain gates. ”

Buzz, those invisible protective shields that covered all the disciples disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, more than a dozen celestial phenomena also disappeared into the void.

Meng Lang opened his eyes, looked around, stood up and was about to leave.

"Meng Lang, are you okay?" an eager voice came, it was a smoke.

"No, that's good!" Meng Lang said with a smile.

"It's good if you don't have it," the smile on Hanyan's delicate face flashed slightly, and then disappeared, "Meng Lang, do you want to come with me to Huayun Pavilion?"

"Huayun Pavilion, I don't need it for the time being, I haven't thought about entering that mountain gate yet?" Meng Lang smiled slightly and declined.

"Meng Lang, don't think about it too much," Hanyan's eyes frowned slightly, slightly worried, "Meng Lang, aren't you thinking about your situation here and now?"

"Situation, what situation?" Meng Lang was taken aback, a little surprised.

Hua Hanyan's face was straight, and he said: "Meng Lang, your name has spread all over the Illusory Realm, knowing that you entered the Immortal Spirit Hunting Ground and entered the last secret place of the Hundred Refining Sect disciples, there are many people, think about it, how many treasures you have obtained when you enter that secret land, such treasures, even the people in charge of a mountain peak in my Hundred Refining Sect will salivate, not to mention others, do you know, you are very dangerous?"

Entering the bronze pyramid, Hua Hanyan didn't know, but she could guess that Meng Lang must have entered a secret place and got benefits.

If you get the benefits and no one knows, that's fine, but if anyone who enters the realm of too illusory knows, it's very scary.

The puff is not guilty of his crimes.

Even if Meng Lang didn't get any great treasures, but instead got a burden, but would anyone believe it?

Moreover, the fact is not what Hua Hanyan and Meng Lang knew, Meng Lang entered the bronze pyramid, and the last secret place was not only known to people in the too illusory realm, but even many people in the outside world knew.

"It turns out that there is such a danger, I was careless, and I lost the smoke to remind me, but if I go to the Huayun Pavilion with smoke, it will not be coveted by others, and maybe it will bring trouble to Huayan,......"

Meng Lang had a certain idea, and then said: "Hanyan, you don't have to be so anxious, I want to come to teach people from Bailian to not be so despicable, you go back to Huayun Pavilion, if you encounter danger, I will naturally go to rely on you." ”

"You ......" Hanyan saw Meng Lang's resolute attitude, knowing that he could not be persuaded, and said, "Well, if you encounter danger, go to Huayun Pavilion, and my father and everyone in Huayun Pavilion will guarantee your safety." ”

After finishing speaking, he left with a smile, and stayed in the too illusory realm for a hundred days, his soul was scorched and he needed to recuperate.

After Hanyan left, Meng Lang sank slightly, and walked towards Tibet, not the gathering place of the disciples of the Void Valley Realm.

Walking into the mountain where Tibet was located, Meng Lang soon came to the front of Tibet and walked in in a flash.

After he entered Tibet, an old man with ragged hair and messy hair appeared in front of Tibet, and his eyes were bright and bright.

"This kid seems to be called Meng Lang, he just came from the too illusory realm, he must be the Meng Lang in the famous too illusory realm, ahahawa, this is simply a gift from God to my library......"

The ragged old man's figure flashed, disappeared in place, and entered the Tibet.

At this time, Meng Lang came to a palace in Tibet, and was about to sit down cross-legged, when the void flashed, and a figure appeared, which turned out to be the old man with ragged hair and messy hair.

Seeing that Meng Lang was very vigilant, the ragged old man sat on a stone bench by himself, and said with a smile: "Boy, don't be afraid, let me ask you, you are the disciple named Meng Lang!"

Meng Lang's complexion changed drastically, his mind was racing, many thoughts flashed, and finally, he forced his mood and said slowly: "Yes, I am Meng Lang!"

"Haha, it doesn't take much effort to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to get them, it's you who are you!" The ragged old man looked up to the sky and roared, his expression excited, as if he had seen a treasure.

Meng Lang's heart sank, knowing that he was going to suffer, he relied on the means of the ragged old man to appear, which was not his ability to fight, so he couldn't help but secretly accumulate immortal power, and wanted to send a thunderous blow, and then escape.

"Haha," the ragged old man's eyes flashed, and when he saw Meng Lang who was secretly on guard, he smiled, "Haha, look at me, the old man is confused, Meng Lang, you don't have to worry, I'm not trying to snatch your treasures, you don't have to worry!"

The more he said this, the more he was shocked in Meng Lang's heart.

"Meng Lang, I want to tell you, I want you to inherit the lineage of the Library Pavilion, are you willing?" the ragged old man's expression suddenly became cautious and asked.

"What?Library Pavilion?" Meng Lang was dumbfounded, a little unable to keep up with the ragged old man's rhythm.

A moment ago, this old guy was like a murderer, and in the blink of an eye, he wanted to be friends.

This is something to be wary of.

"The more you say, the more defensive you are," the ragged old man blinked, "That's it, no matter what you think, it's almost impossible to escape with your strength, so you can calm down and let the old man finish speaking, and you ...... again."

"It's okay......" Meng Lang still didn't relax, he was still on guard.

The ragged old man smiled, scratched his messy hair with his withered paws, and said, "This matter has to start from twenty years ago, twenty years ago, although the first vein of my library pavilion was not the strongest branch of the Hundred Refining Sect, it was also the best among them. Who knows, twenty years ago, my Hundred Refining Sect changed dramatically, the Supreme Master of the Hundred Refining Sect died, and the Hundred Refining Sect underwent a tragic change, people's hearts fluctuated, there were many wars, factions within the sect strife, and they went their own way, and even, those powerful people actually washed my library with blood, snatched all the classics of the library pavilion, and destroyed everything in the library pavilion!"

The ragged old man, though sad, seemed to be telling an ordinary story, and perhaps, for twenty years, he had looked down on everything in his torment.

"Is there such a thing?" Meng Lang said in surprise.

"Overnight, the library was killed and wounded, and no one survived. The ragged old man shook his head and said with a sad smile, "Old man, I am just a person who came back from the dead in that battle, and I will not survive." ”

"Old man, are you the only one left in the library pavilion?" Meng Lang asked.

"Yes, sort of," the ragged old man calmed down, "There are not many disciples in the Library Pavilion, in this way, except for me, it is already extinct, although the old man survived that battle, but he has lost a lot of memory, and his strength has been greatly reduced, only the strength of the Dantong Realm, if it weren't for the area of the Library Pavilion being regarded as a Jedi by them, I would have been exposed to their eyes and killed to death." ”

"In that case, the old man has been hiding in this library and has never gone out for half a step?"

The ragged old man shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily, after all, I still have the strength of the Dan Tong Realm, just change my appearance, I can move around freely, as long as I don't meet those strong people of other branches who are sanctimonious, I won't be discovered, of course, I don't move around very much in the Hundred Refining Sect." ”

"Oh!"

Meng Lang shook his head and said with a smile: "Old man, what do you say all this has to do with me?"

"Meng Lang," the ragged old man turned up, looking a little solemn and majestic, "I hope you can inherit the lineage of my library pavilion, and one day step on the other branches under your feet, and vent the evil qi for my library pavilion lineage, so as to comfort those disciples of the dead library pavilion lineage!"

Meng Lang sank slightly, and said slowly: "Old man, the first line of the Library Pavilion has already died, why bother to renovate, with my current strength and resources, it is difficult to do this, besides, now I am difficult to protect myself, not to mention the revitalization of the Library Pavilion, isn't that a joke?"

"Hahaha......"

The ragged old man laughed, smiling a little desolately, and there was a hint of heroism in the desolation.

"Meng Lang, what do you see?"

The ragged old man's wrist moved, and a book appeared in his hand, and as soon as that book appeared, there were faint layers of fluctuations, as if it could change the trajectory of the void.

"What is this?" Meng Lang asked suspiciously.

"Meng Lang, this is the treasure of the Library Pavilion, the wordless heavenly book!"

"Wordless Heavenly Book?"

This name is really amazing, there is no word in the Book of Heaven, dare to call yourself the Book of Heaven, amazing!

"Well, this wordless book of heaven is the strongest treasure of my library pavilion, those people slaughtered everyone in the line of my library pavilion, took away all the treasures, but did not get the treasure of the library pavilion, the wordless book of heaven, this is the pity of heaven, let my library one day step on them again, let them know the essence of my library pavilion, no one can match it in the hundred refining sect!" The ragged old man grinned and was filled with righteous indignation, the hatred of twenty years ago made him unforgettable, and he could not be at peace for a moment.

If you don't kill those people, you won't be able to sleep.

"Meng Lang, I'll let you take a look at this wordless heavenly book first, and then you can make a decision, whether to make a pulse for my library pavilion, come out of this, and solve this hatred!" the ragged old man calmed down and said.

Meng Lang didn't say much, he stretched out his hand and took the wordless heavenly book in the ragged old man's hand, it was such a name, which also made him curious to see what it was.

When the wordless book fell into his hands, a strange meaning rose in Meng Lang's heart.

"Is this really the treasure of the Library Pavilion?"

"Really, Meng Lang, have you found anything?" the ragged old man asked.

The ragged old man didn't know the secret of the wordless book of heaven yet, and was watching Meng Lang's reaction.

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