The Scripture Pavilion, one of the most important buildings of the Demon Sect, stores all the exercises, methods, and arrays obtained by the Demon Sect since its establishment. In itself, it can be called one of the foundations of the Demon Sect.

On the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, there is a vast sea of books, which record a large number of techniques, formations, exercises, and even mundane martial arts.

At the same time, since the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is open to all disciples, in order to enrich the lives of disciples, there are still many scripts that do not involve cultivation. Some of them record the glorious history of the Demon Cult, some record the brilliant people of the world, and some are interesting stories for the enjoyment of future generations.

In this way, it has been accumulated from generation to generation, and when Jin Chen came to the Demon Sect, the number of books on the first floor of the Demon Sect Scripture Pavilion even reached an astonishing seven million volumes. And it covers an area of nearly 100,000 square meters.

Further up is the second floor. Because the overall shape of the Pavilion is a tower, its second floor will be much smaller than the first. At the same time, the number of books on the second floor cannot be compared with that on the first floor.

But on the contrary, the overall value of the second layer is much higher than that of the first layer. Because the exercises stored in the second layer are all more powerful than the first layer. At the same time, the "history books" that can exist in the second layer can also be called a secret to the outside world.

And because the second floor is more important than the first layer, the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is only open to inner disciples and elders, some deacons and Dharma protectors.

"Eight Generations Sect Leader Fengyue Lu?"

Zishen looked around, the unfamiliar environment.

He looked at the book he didn't know why he was holding in his hand, and glanced at the title, even more unclear.

What, something?

Where is this?

Despite thinking so, Zishen quickly scanned the contents of the book.

As the name suggests, this is a very detailed book describing the affairs of men and women.

Zishen is even more unclear, why did he suddenly appear in such a place, still holding this kind of thing in his hand?

Dreamland? Conscience? What is the necessary process for condensing the Demonic Thoughts?

Is this the case with all demon cultivators?

But why not my experience?

Zishen looked around again, what building should he be in now. The building is so large that you can't see the edge as far as you can see. Not far from him, there was a wooden staircase that continued upward.

Go up, or go down? It's not something to think too much about.

The stairs going up are closer to him, and the stairs going down don't know where they are, so Zishen naturally chooses the former.

It's just that just as he was about to step on the stairs to the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, an old voice suddenly stopped him.

"This disciple, what are you doing?"

Someone!

Zishen's body tensed for a moment, but soon, he forced himself to relax again.

There is at least eighty percent of the probability that someone who can approach him silently is above him, and it is really a bit risky to fight against such a person.

"Don't you know that only those dozen or so core disciples can go up to the third layer!"

The old voice sounded again, and this time, there were clear footsteps from far and near.

As he finished speaking, the owner of the voice also came behind the child god.

"It's the kid who is reckless." Zishen turned around and smiled apologetically.

The owner of the old voice was a little old man with a mustache and less than one meter three tall.

At this time, the little old man was touching his beard, I don't know if he had his eyes open, his head moving up and down, and he looked at Zishen.

"The face is very raw, it seems to be a new entry into the inner door. Okay, let the little old man let you go once, and pay attention to the rules next time. So saying, the old man put his hands behind his back, and did not wait for the son to reply, but left on his own.

He wasn't worried that this face-to-face disciple would break into the third layer, he had already warned that if someone really dared to go up in this situation, it would only prove that person was a fool. It is impossible for such a fool to enter the inner door.

And, even if there were exceptions, he wouldn't mind just killing him.

The footsteps slowly faded away, and it was not until Zishen could no longer hear a sound that his body completely relaxed.

Avatar!

The sub-god judges the realm of the other party.

It's so dangerous, the ladder up is actually guarded by the gods.

Zishen glanced back at the stairs going up, and I became more and more curious about what this place was.

But that's it for now.

Zishen turned and walked in the other direction, now let's leave this building first.

Just as Zishen thought this, everything around him quickly blurred, and the bookshelves and books that were originally real were blown away like sand. At the same time, not far from him, the figure of a half-human tall girl gradually became clear.

When he came back to his senses, the little girl who was not far away just now had already appeared in front of him.

Ay?

Zishen turned around and saw a huge tower-shaped building, and above the gate, there was a plaque with the book "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

Although he had no memory of leaving, he had a feeling inexplicably: he had just been in this scripture pavilion, and now he had come out.

So, what the hell is going on?

He was thinking that the little girl who was originally in front of him, like a normal person seeing something like a pillar or stone, bypassed him and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion step by step.

Miss Jinchen?

Looking at the back of the little girl who walked away step by step, Zishen's eyebrows twisted slightly.

How could he describe the feeling?

It was the first time he had seen that little girl, and he hadn't seen her face, but it was groundless, and he was sure that the person who ran away now was Jinchen!

How did she end up here, how did she look like this?

"Wait, Miss Jinchen."

He chased after him.

But I don't know if I didn't hear his words, or if I heard but didn't know that the child god was calling herself, the little girl's movements did not pause for half a minute, still step by step, dodging left and right, tiptoeing, moving in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

What is she doing in broad daylight?

The little girl ran behind a pillar and poked her head out to look at the gate of the Scripture Pavilion.

The elder guarding the Pavilion was lying on his old wooden chaise longue with his hat over his face and napping.

Opportunity!

The little girl's eyes lit up and she quickly rushed forward. Then......

Boom!

She slammed headfirst against an invisible wall. The force of this collision was so fierce that not only made her forehead red, but she herself sat on the ground because of the force of the rebound.

"Magic plane! This hateful old devil is playing tricks on me again! ”

The little girl scolded, quickly got up, and ran away.

But she had barely run two steps when she realized something was wrong.

She actually floated, and her feet couldn't touch the ground at all.

"Old ghost, you let me down!"

The little girl struggled desperately.

But she was only a mortal now, how could she break free from the shackles of a cultivator.

Not to mention, this cultivator is also the elder of the Demon Sect, cultivating to the heavens and the realm of great success. And as long as he himself has the will, he can survive at any time.

"You little medicinal fruit, you still don't like to listen to your words, aren't you afraid that Elder Ben will eat you?"

An invisible force held Jinchen and lifted her to the side of Elder Zhenfa's recliner.

"Then you can try and see if I can poison you!" The little girl writhed desperately in the air, and spoke angrily, not giving the Zhenfa Elder face at all.

"What's the use of me eating you? You're really not interesting with this medicine doll. ”

As he spoke, Elder Zhenfa waved his hand, and in an instant, a hurricane appeared out of thin air, blowing Jinchen dozens of meters away, and then crossed a parabola like a meteor and fell into the distance.

"This is not the place for you to come, go back for a few days."

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the little girl slammed into something, and the violent impact shook her whole body.

In the face of this unstoppable force, what can she do, who is only a mortal in the flesh? It's just gritting his teeth and fainting.

"Elder." Zishen hugged the little girl who seemed to be Jinchen, and looked up coldly at the gate of the Scripture Pavilion.

"You're going too far with a little girl who hasn't cultivated, right?"

Nearly thirty meters high, nearly the speed of a thousand miles of horses running wildly.

actually used this kind of wind to drive away a mortal, this is not what it is to kill her!

I don't know what this place is, I don't know who the person in front of me is.

However, such a miscellaneous person who is not even a saint, not even a saint, dares to value him so much!

It's just ......

"Where did you come from, this little doll, it's really ......" Elder Zhenfa took off the hat covering his face with some helplessness, "How nosy!" ”

"Do you know who she is?" Elder Zhenfa sat up, his eyebrows twitching, "The old man didn't think about killing her, but let her be injured, and if she was seriously injured, she would have better go back and deal with her." The old man is helping her, but you little doll ......"

"Enough!" The sub-god shouted angrily.

What does it mean to help her by making her hurt harder? What does it mean to be nosy?

Zishen had a cold face, holding the little girl in his arms, and his figure slowly rose up.

At the same time, the twelve figures that reached through the sky and the earth were gradually condensed and formed behind him.

"Get down on my knees!"

The oppressive power that belonged to the Divine Realm alone was superimposed twelve times, like a tide, spreading out from the sub-god's body.

……

In a trance, Zishen saw that the whole world was shattered.

Broken and reassembled, forming a new scene in front of him.

But soon, the new scene shattered piece by piece, coalescing into something else.

He saw that someone had taken her captive, searched her soul, and demanded her merit.

He saw that someone had bound her, opened her chest, took the blood from her heart, and practiced evil exercises.

He saw that the Holy Son of the Demon Sect deliberately made her realize that "the only person she can trust is just acting on his orders, but he is just lying to her", and then the Holy Son smiled cruelly and watched her fall into despair.

He saw that there were other forces, because they couldn't get used to seeing her always "following" the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, kidnapped her, and wanted to scratch her face.

He saw that she had finally entered the Demon Sect's Scripture Pavilion, was locked up in the basement, and became a demon.

He saw that she had entered the retreat where she had bullied her disciple, took a black dagger, and killed the man with a single sword. Then he sat down on a warm corpse and "mended the knife" again and again.

He saw that she dug out her heart and exchanged it with the ghost Buddha for a stone engraved with ancient scriptures.

He saw that she had tricked a group of people into besieging the Demon Sect's Holy Son. Then when those people were at a disadvantage, she sold them without hesitation, and followed the people of the Demon Cult to search for the corpses of those people.

He saw that it was another secret place, and it was a passage full of mechanisms, and she was about to rush to it without even thinking about it, but this time she was pulled back. "You're a girl, what are you doing when you're in danger?"

Then in the passage, he saved her one more time. Although she said that the man was nosy, she couldn't contain it, and her heart ran to this "the only person in the world who cares about herself".

He saw: She carried a half-dead person, the one who had saved herself once, and went to Kunlun.