Li Rulin's shot caught Emperor Han Qing off guard, and he didn't give him a chance to prepare at all, and he was shrouded in a golden light.

The golden light seemed to have infinite suction, and he didn't give Emperor Han Qing a chance to resist at all, so he came to a golden space.

This space was rectangular, and Emperor Han Qing stood in the center of the space, and the golden warm gas filled this space.

Emperor Han Qing tried to reach out and take a handful of gas, the gas felt righteous to the touch, and he felt that his hands were much cleaner as if they had been purified.

"Where is this?"

Unfortunately, no one answered him, only the rumbling echo drumming, and he could only tell from the sound that this space was extremely large.

After he arrived here, he did not feel unwell, but felt like a fish in water, and some hidden corners of his body were cheering.

This made Emperor Han Qing secretly surprised, could it be that this is the so-called Wenshan Book Sea?

At this time, in the gazebo outside, there is only a book with a heavy atmosphere floating in the air.

Emperor Han Qing did not sit still, although he didn't know what Li Rulin said about the sea of Wenshan and books, but he would not sit and wait for death.

He was still walking around, wanting to see what was the mystery of this place, and what was the reason for Li Rulin's recognizance of creation.

As he walked, the golden gas boiled, and he was like walking on the clouds at the moment, shining brightly.

If there were mortals here, they would definitely regard Emperor Han Qing as a Great Luo Immortal.

The sky in this space also changed due to the surge of golden gas.

At first, it was calm, but then suddenly a golden font popped up, and then there was a second one, until there were more and more, and finally it developed into the whole space, like a wall of books.

A wall of books lay in front of Emperor Han Qing's eyes, each font glowed with a faint golden light, he didn't expect that random movement would cause such a big movement, so that he couldn't go, and he didn't go.

"Is there anyone here?"

Still no one answered him, but now he stared at something.

The book wall is actually composed of countless Confucian classics, such as the "Four Books", "Five Classics", "Thirteen Classics", benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom, faith, courage, sincerity, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and loyalty.

After staring at it, Emperor Han Qing found that some of the fonts couldn't even be understood by him, a recognized Confucian in Jiuzhou, and they were obscure to read, and the interpretation was even more incomprehensible.

At this moment, he suddenly understood the sea of literature and books in Li Rulin's mouth, isn't this scene in front of him just a mountain of splendid articles, a sea of books.

But if you just look at it in this way, there is no such thing as creation and recognition of the Lord.

Emperor Han Qing thought in his heart, all this is different from what Li Rulin said.

Just as he was pondering, a voice that made the listener feel like a spring breeze suddenly sounded in this space.

"We're meeting again!"

"Huh?"

This warm voice made Emperor Han Qing stunned as soon as he said a word.

"Who the hell are you?"

Emperor Han Qing asked curiously looking at the sky on the wall of the book, the words spoken by this voice were ambiguous and echoed in the space, and he didn't remember knowing the person who spoke.

"Hehe, I'm me, you're in my house, and you actually asked who the master is?"

This made Emperor Han Qing more and more puzzled, who was this sudden voice, why did he say that they met again, could it be that this place turned out to be his house?

But isn't this place in the self-contained space of Wenshan and the sea of books?

Emperor Han Qing tried to discern the direction of the speaker through his voice, but the voice of the speaker echoed everywhere, as if it was everywhere, and he was helpless for a while.

Just when Emperor Han Qing was scratching his heart with a hundred claws and was puzzled, the mysterious voice spoke again.

"You can talk and count?"

"What?"

Emperor Han Qing has the heart to scold his mother, if there is anything to say clearly, it all depends on guessing that he is in a hurry.

If you don't understand, you don't think about it anymore, this time he sold a good man, and whether he remembers it or not, he will reply first.

"Naturally, it counts, I'll spit on a nail, aren't you the one who!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wall of books was the first to change, and quietly retreated, as if it had never appeared.

Emperor Han Qing's heart was relieved, and anyone in front of him could feel the oppressive force, and then the golden gas converged towards him.

He became like a magnet, and he did not refuse to suck in all the golden gases.

As soon as the golden gas entered his body, it was like a wild horse that had escaped from his body, galloping endlessly, and the rolling waves scattered towards his eight veins and limbs.

"Oh yes, what is this?"

Ignoring anything else, Emperor Han Qing hurriedly calmed down and sat cross-legged in place and looked inside, it didn't matter what he saw, he was startled when he saw it.

His body was like a bottomless pit frantically sucking golden gas at the moment, but as soon as it entered his body, it disappeared without a trace.

"Where did you go?"

Emperor Han Qing was puzzled in the same place, and after feeling that it was harmless, he also let it go.

"What about people, are you coming out?" Emperor Han Qing crossed his hands on his waist like a shrew, shouting at the sky.

As his body inhaled, the golden gas diminished to the naked eye, leaving only a thin layer of mist.

He also began to be amazed at the speed at which his body could suck so much gas, and he didn't even notice it.

But when he felt a slight movement in his chest, he instantly understood—Nanli.

"You're coming out?"

Emperor Han Qing patted his chest lightly and summoned Nan Li to come out, because he also discovered that he had only smoked a small part of it, and most of it was sucked by Nan Li.

This little guy is known as the spiritual creature of heaven and earth, how can he be reincarnated like a starving ghost, what do you see and suck?

However, this time Nanli didn't move, and he played hide and seek with Emperor Han Qing, but he didn't come out.

"Stop!"

The voice of the mysterious man, but before Emperor Han Qing could speak, the last trace of golden gas burrowed into his body.

"Alas...... I have promised you to recognize the Lord, who would have thought that you have such spiritual things in heaven and earth, and everything is created. I'll be less cultivated for 500 years!"

The mysterious man's voice was full of helplessness, as if he had lost something most important, helpless.

As soon as the mysterious man's voice fell, the space shrank rapidly, and after a while, it was only a hundred squares.

"What's going on?"

The contraction did not stop, it kept shrinking, until it was only two meters in diameter, and then it stopped in the shocked expression of Emperor Han Qing, and then turned into a book with a thickness of one centimeter and fell on his hand.

But before Emperor Han Qing could touch it with his hand, the book turned into a golden light and shot towards his eyebrows.

The incident happened suddenly, and before Emperor Han Qing could react, there was an extra book in his eyebrows, and at the same time, the four characters Wenshan Shuhai also appeared in his mind.

Before he could investigate it closely, another change occurred in his body, and a meridian that was different from the previous one appeared in his body.

Out of nowhere, a golden meridian suddenly appeared in his body, which was different from his previous meridians in gold.

There was no wind and waves, and the moment the golden meridians appeared, an uproar instantly set off in his body.

The previous meridians collided violently with this golden meridian, and Emperor Han Qing's eyes suddenly turned black......

PS: I am grateful for any form of support to the Green Emperor.