The soul power of the Hate Mountain Sect was indeed countless times stronger than that of the West Mountain. Although Bu Li didn't get the method, he felt that his soul power had increased overnight, which was at least equivalent to the growth of his soul power in the three months or so that he had been groping in the West Mountain for about three months.

After so many years, how much time has been delayed. Bu Li sighed with emotion, and when the sky was bright, after a simple wash, he took the big black out of the hall to find a soul technique suitable for him.

After so many years, there is no soul art, no tattooing, and the desire to leave has reached the extreme, and I don't want to wait for a moment.

The outer disciples hated their gaze, and they ignored it. Because others don't like what they look at, what will happen, then they can't live.

Bu Li's heart is extremely strong, at least much stronger than these young people who can't hold back their temperament. According to what Han Yulan said yesterday, Buli found the location of the Scripture Pavilion very smoothly. Cai Xiaoxian is a road idiot, but he is not. If both of them are road idiots, in the mountains and forests...... Well, I don't know where the road has gone.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Hate Mountain Sect is a small three-story tower, not very high, but extremely strong. Bu Li pondered the use of stone towers, probably because he was afraid of the water, and the predecessors who built the Hate Mountain Sect were really cautious.

The thick mountain stone is carved with small objects like the main hall of the Hate Mountain Sect, faintly exuding soul power. The soul power here is deeper and heavier than the hall where Luo Qingquan is located, and it looks more high-end and atmospheric.

Bu Li stood in front of the Scripture Pavilion and watched for a few breaths, then calmed down and tidied up the animal skin on his body. Touching Cai Xiaoxian's stitches and threads, my heart warmed slightly.

Gently knocked on the stone door of the Scripture Pavilion, but no one answered. Bu Li really can't understand these "high-tech" objects in the Soul Lan Continent. In the poor countryside of Xishan, it was not bad, but when I came to the Hate Mountain Sect, I felt that there were some things in this world of soul power that were really magical, even more magical than my previous life. Bu Li once thought about what kind of scene would it be if he went to the center of the distant Soul Lan Continent.

Come to think of it, it's better to get used to the Hate Mountain Sect now, is it really like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden?

Carefully observe the stone door, step away still can't tell what material it is, the texture of the stone door is delicate to the touch, just like touching the marble countertop, but there are some subtle textures, not so smooth. There are some various patterns carved on the stone door, some of them seem to be beasts of the West Mountain, some of them are incomprehensible at all, and even the pictures of men and women intercourse have been carved on them.

Tsk, this should be directly sealed and pasted, and then the water meter will be read. Bu Li thought about it and smiled. Fingers caressed one of the patterns, and the stone gate suddenly exuded a slight soul power, and the pattern began to "move", like a water pattern, moving slightly.

A small patch in the middle was constantly rippling with a halo of water, and Buli could even see his own shadow in the halo. The stone just turned into water, and the steps were a little flustered, which was really magical. People turn stones into gold, and hating the mountain sect is turning stones into water.

However, it seems that the size is exactly the same size as the token that Luo Qingquan gave him. That's what it looks like, maybe, maybe, it's always right to try...... Bu Li was worried in his heart. Neither Luo Qingquan nor Han Yulan expected that there would be such a young man in the Soul Lan Continent who couldn't even open the door with a key.

It's no wonder that Buli has lived in the deep mountains and old forests for ten years, except for talking more with Hu Wu, he basically lives in a closed world, if it weren't for the two worlds...... Bu Li only knows the two worlds of Lu Dao, and if he is a person, he is afraid that he will not even be able to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion just by himself.

Luo Qingquan's token to Buli coincided with the water pattern, as the black token fell, the water pattern of the gate shook for a while, and a series of rune fonts appeared, and then, the token fell, and the stone door automatically rotated.

Look at people, it's really "high-tech". Bu Li sighed, as long as he holds the token, he can open this extremely strong door, I don't know if there is a fingerprint system in the Lu Dao Soul Lan Continent, and if there is a system to open the door with the cornea. Thinking wildly, Bu Li felt a cold wind blow out. Maybe no one has been in for too long, and although the entire Scripture Pavilion is spotless, there is a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

Haunted, but not afraid. In the previous life, I always joked that when the male ghost came, I would do it with him. When the female ghost came, she slept with her. The living are terrible, Lao Tzu will also die, and after death, he is also a ghost, I am afraid that you will do something!

Raise your feet and go inside, since Luo Qingquan has given him all the tokens, it is estimated that there will be no formations, ambushes, and hidden weapons in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Luo Qingquan's strength is level, and if you want to kill and leave, it is just a matter of minutes, and you can't make so many tricks.

In the past, I thought that there was a scripture pavilion in Shaolin Temple, and I don't know what is the difference between the scripture pavilion of the mountain sect and the Shaolin Temple, and there are no sweeping monks.

Looking around, there are bookshelves more than one person high, with mirage shells, animal skin scrolls, bamboo books, or paper books, which are dazzling. This time span seems to be really a bit big, and Bu Li also knows that he is a little nervous, so he will be so cranky.

Without hesitation, I found the steps and walked straight to the steps to the second floor. Since he chose to believe in Han Yulan, Bu Li would no longer think about whether Han Yulan would take revenge on him for the things in the barren land. Looking at people, Bu Li thinks that he still has a set, not to mention a man, a big husband, how can he be swayed when he makes a decision. It's just a matter of confusion.

Raise your feet and step up the stone steps, there are not many stone steps, twenty-three levels. Above was another large door, which was more gloomy and heavy than the previous one. Bu Li concocted the same method, the stone door opened, and Bu Li came to the second floor.

The bookshelves on the second floor are much less than those on the first floor, and there are not many items placed on them, and it is estimated that there are only about a hundred and ten kinds, and some of the books themselves exude a slight soul power, which seems to be stronger than the first layer. If the first level of the book is only an entry level, this level is already very strong.

Buli just glanced at it, found the way to the building, and walked straight away. The third layer, one's own goal is the third layer.

The still smooth concession was unbelievable, Da Hei did not leave an inch behind Bu Li, and the cold breath in the Scripture Pavilion made Da Hei a little afraid. Coming to an unfamiliar environment, Da Hei always has to be more careful and cautious than Bu Li. wanted to smoke a cigarette to suppress the shock, but Zhilu Dao Buli would not let himself smoke here, and swallowed his saliva desperately. If you really set the Hated Mountain Sect's Hidden Scripture Pavilion on fire and go out of the water, I am afraid that if you and Bu leave the world, the Hated Mountain Sect will be hunted down to the end.

Compared with smoking, it is more important to live a small life.

Ascend to the third floor, where the huge dome roof is dotted with bright stars. Each star is a soul stone, turning the entire third-layer scripture pavilion into a dreamy and mysterious. Bu Li didn't know the preciousness of the soul stone, so he looked at it as a lamp. It is clear that few people set foot here, and it is so luxurious, Luo Qingquan is really a loser. Bu Li slandered Luo Qingquan in his heart, and his mind gradually became focused.

Three bookshelves, a dozen books. Buli strode to the bookcase closest to him, and the big black followed closely behind, as if it was the shadow of Buli. The yin qi here is heavier, and Da Hei is obviously a little scared, and he will only feel slightly better if he follows the step closer.

Pick up the first book, it is a book with some yellowed pages, and there are five words written on the cover, "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Jue". Bu Li's expression was neither sad nor joyful, and he turned the pages of the book and read it carefully. The font is very simple, and Buli recognizes it, but when it is connected together, Buli doesn't know what the book is talking about. Looking at it like this, it seems a little esoteric to me.

Noncommittal, Buli continued to pick up the next book.

This is a scroll of animal skins, and the words written on it can only be recognized by Buli six or seven out of ten. Even if he doesn't know him, can Hu Wu still know him? That old guy is old and mature, and he doesn't know which way the wild ghost is transformed, and he is estimated to be a guy of the same clan as the fox that appeared in his "dream". The fox that was carved by Zhang Xitong was ...... But Hu Wu is too dirty, in Bu Li's heart, all foxes are white foxes, thousands of years of grievances, love for one person, unswerving to death, the kind of interpretation of poignant love stories.

But no matter what, Hu Wu doesn't seem to be on the side.

Putting down the hide, Buli picked up the third book. Flipping through them one by one, it was also difficult to step away. The foundation of his own cultivation of soul art is on those three pages, which is basically the level of a primary school student, and suddenly he saw the extracurricular tutoring book of junior high school, how do he know which one is better? I want to wake up the powerful existence in the "dream" and ask clearly, but I don't know where to start. That one...... Uncle, it seems that when he sleeps and when he wakes up, he depends on his own liking, and he doesn't care about the thoughts and opinions of Buli at all.

Reading them one by one, the more I look at it, the colder my heart becomes, from my head to my asshole (Jingguan). What the fuck is this, how do I know what to choose. Bu Li was a little angry, but more of a helplessness.

It's really like a primary school student walks into a college classroom, either it's not suitable, or he just can't understand it, it's really fucking helpless.

I picked up the last book, which was a "bamboo slip" that I didn't know what kind of wood was woven from. Bu Li didn't know the way, and could only search for similar descriptions in his memory to call him.

It's heavy, it's slightly cool, and there's a faint ripple of soul power on it, but it doesn't go far, just swirling back and forth between the square inches of the book.

Step centrifugal movement, open the bamboo slip and take a closer look.

Before this, Buli was just irritable, but when he opened the bamboo slip, Buli was so shocked that all his hair stood up.

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