"Chang Ling, you believe me, you go over and take a look. There was a little more eagerness in Luoyue's voice.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth, walked around the stone slab in front of him, and walked to the pile of scrolls.

The disciple who was still watching saw this scene, and his expression was very wonderful for a while.

"What is Senior Uncle Chang Ling doing?" a disciple muttered.

"I guess it's the first time I've come to this scripture pavilion, so let's take a look at it. ”

It had been many years since the Canglan Sword Sect had a disciple looking at the scrolls piled up at the back.

Earlier, how many amazingly talented disciples died violently because of cultivating those exercises, and one by one they screened out the fourteen complete and excellent exercises.

"Uncle Chang Ling is not very old, it is estimated that he is a child who wants to take a look casually, what a waste of time. Some disciples pursed their lips rather disdainfully.

"She, she seemed to pick up the scroll. ”

Chang Ling over there walked closer, dozens of scrolls were stacked in a mess, and the black scroll was pressed on the pressing surface by many scrolls, and only one corner was exposed.

She reached out and removed the scrolls that were stacked on top of her, choking on the thick dust that had been kicked up and coughing.

How many years has no one touched this?

She finally saw the full picture of the black scroll, the material of which was like a cold jade, and it was heavy and weighty in her hand.

Unlike other scrolls, which have a name or brief description engraved on the outside, this one is very smooth on the outside.

"That's it, that's it. Suddenly there was such a voice in her heart.

Inexplicable, nonsensical, without warning.

What's wrong with me? Chang Ling was also a little stunned for a while.

I felt that the scroll in my hand was also faintly hot.

Luoyue's voice sounded in her ears again: "How is it, Chang Ling, do you feel it? ”

"You want it. ”

"A drop of essence blood will do. ”

For a while, the sound of the falling moon kept circulating in my ears, and the voice in my heart became louder and louder.

Before she could react, she had already pierced her body with a special long needle, and a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the black scroll impartially.

The influx of a drop of blood was not the end, and the essence blood in her body seemed to have been subjected to a strong traction, dripping onto the scroll drop by drop.

Chang Ling wanted to shout and ask for help from the people behind her, but she opened her mouth wide but couldn't utter a syllable smoothly.

Her face gradually turned pale, and what she saw became more and more blurry.

At the same time, the surface of the black scroll was constantly lit up with blood-colored lines.

Chang Ling's essence blood lit up these lines little by little.

I don't know how long it took, but her eyes went black, and she fell straight on the pile of scrolls in front of her.

And the black scroll with the blood-colored lines completely lit up was gone.

"Uncle Shi!" Hearing the sound, several core disciples who had finished selecting the exercises hurriedly ran to help Chang Ling up.

…………

Chang Ling opened his eyes again, and what he saw was already an extremely familiar furnishing.

She was lying on the couch in Ziweifeng's own house.

My head still hurts... She hatefully hammered her forehead a few times before she sobered up a little.

I was choosing exercises in the Scripture Pavilion before, and the black scroll was ......

Her face turned a little pale, and she remembered that she had dripped her blood into the scroll.

As soon as Chang Ling's mind moved, the black scroll appeared in her mind.

The scroll slowly opened.

At the front are two rather sharp words "Sword Sutra".