Thinking of this, he really wanted to go to the secret realm immediately and see if he could find any record of the origin of this helmet. But knowing that what he had to do tomorrow was extremely important, and he had to sleep well tonight, he forced himself to put his helmet aside, turned off the light, and waited for more than a dozen breaths before falling asleep.

When he woke up, it was not yet dawn, and he lifted the lid of Meng Peiyong's bell box and saw that it was only five o'clock in the morning, but after that, he had slept for six hours. Li Bochen had something in his heart, so he was so sleepy, so he got up and put on his clothes. didn't want to go to the courtyard to fetch water to wake up Fang Yan, so he simply put on residual armor, put on a helmet, and wore a knife, and climbed out of the hospital from the wall.

It was still dark all around, but when I looked into the sky, I could see that the moon was about to set. Near the horizon were patches of clouds, silver gilded by the moonlight above, and the dark earth below, like a mural painted by someone.

The air is slightly cool, inhaled into the nasal cavity, and has a strong aroma of new grass. Li Bochen spit out a mouthful of white mist slightly, only to feel a hundred times more energetic, and inexplicably a sense of pleasure. This feeling was felt when I left Zhangcheng, and now I am back.

He thought, maybe it's because he's been entangled in everything these days, and he has to think about everything carefully. Today, being a thief generally travels at night, which can also be regarded as "jumping out", and the mood is naturally different.

He went downhill and ran through the fields, feeling like a horse—but his white horse had been kept in the stable for the past few days, and should have been told to run like this when he had time. People have to think about many things, but animals don't, and from this point alone, being a horse is much happier than being a man.

When he arrived in the meadow, he was not aware of the existence of the barrier, and he thought that it should be the Sui Buxiu who moved the battle north yesterday. But with such a miraculous formation, can he succeed in one person and in one day? Then when Sui Wuyi arrives, this formation will not be able to rely on——

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh lowly, and said to himself, why am I bothered about this again. That's it, I don't think about anything anymore today, just remember my advancement!

When he reached the mountain pass, it was a little brighter, and he saw a wisp of mist on the ground. The mist converged at the entrance of the secret realm, and was attracted by the invisible force, forming a "door" in mid-air. He was slightly stunned, realizing that this was not fog, but earth qi!

In the past, he had to look at the earth's qi and have to leave the body, but now he can see it with the naked eye, and it should be the function of the helmet. No wonder Zhu Hou's cultivation is not very good, but he can open the secret realm and make a gap in the formation.

He stepped into the secret realm and felt a slight light in front of him. The surroundings didn't seem to change much, but the river beside them became as strong as it had been that night. Along the way, I didn't encounter any monsters. When I walked to the place where I met the old woman that day, I looked at it carefully, but I was nowhere to be seen.

When he reached the bottom of the hill, he saw that the river was still full of green wattles, and that the earth was still entwined with it. With a thought, he tried to dial it as he had done on the mountain. The mist then dispersed in all directions, and face after face turned over and swam aside.

Li Bochen gathered all his strength and jumped out, jumped out two or three feet, fell into the water, touched the bottom of the river, jumped out again, and reached the opposite bank. Along the way up the mountain, I first walked to the first floor of the tower in the middle, and was relieved to see that the ground was still scattered with books like that night—Zhu Hou had not destroyed them all. It's just that there are many pages missing from the book on the desk, and he feels that maybe he was torn off by Zhu Hou to wipe his buttocks.

At this time, the sun is rising, and the house is bright. Li Bochen inspected and felt that there was no danger here, so he took off his armor and hung it on the ground, took off his coat again, wrung a handful of water, and put it back on.

When his hands were dry, he first gathered the books scattered in the house into one place, and then looked at them carefully in front of the desk.

He visually estimated that the tower should have four or five floors, and perhaps more books on it. Today, let's find out if there is anything you can use.

It took him half an hour to go through the more than sixty books on the first floor. Most of them are about the introductory general knowledge of spiritual practice, which is more detailed than what I have learned, but it is useless at this time. The other small part is to talk about the various characteristics of the Six Veins Technique, but there is no specific practice of the mantra, which can be regarded as "theoretical research", and Li Bochen will skip it.

Seeing that there was nothing he was looking for on this floor, he pressed his knife and went up the second floor from a staircase on the west side of the main hall.

The space on the second floor is smaller than that on the first floor, but there are many more books - this tower is an eight-treasure exquisite pagoda, and the seven walls on the second floor are full of bookshelves, and at a cursory glance, there are nearly a thousand books. Li Bochen's heart was weak for a while, and he secretly said when will this be checked? But when he got closer and took a closer look, he found that there were bronze medals nailed to the bookshelves next to each wall, indicating what kind of face this face belonged to. More specific to each line, there is also a bronze medal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, skimmed over some classics such as the cultivation method, moral theory, and the hundred schools of literature, and his eyes fell on the remaining two shelves. There are not many books on these two shelves, only a few dozen, one side is "Taoist Note", and the other side is "Rules".

Gui Fangyuan should be talking about the Qing rules and precepts in the Thundercloud Cave Heaven, as well as the extension of the commentary on it, but Li Bochen heard about the "Taoist Note" for the first time, so he took a copy casually, walked to the window and opened it.

At first glance, he found that he was struggling with this book. The script used is supposed to be "Guge", similar to the classical Chinese from which he came from, but more difficult and obscure. He frowned, intending to glance at it a few more times, and if he really couldn't understand it, he would put it down and change it to something else.

But after only reading three or four lines with difficulty, he was stunned, his brows furrowed a little tighter, and he got up and looked at it carefully.

In this way, it took two hours to read the booklet, which is more than 30 pages.

What Li Bochen reads, if it is said in a way that ordinary people can understand, it is probably -

“...... I often sighed and asked myself in the face of the gods: When the ancient heaven and earth were just separated, the monks who were capable and virtuous were not afraid to test their skills with 'demons', why is it that today everyone talks about the change of demonic color, like the grass in the forest seeing the eagle in the sky?

"I've heard that in ancient times, monks used to fight with demon cultivators, fighting for days and nights, and once they died, their families would rush to tell each other about it, and see it as glory, what a yearning scene. I sent the armor Shenxiao to guard the secret realm, and I heard that it was the armor used by the Heavenly Emperor Beichen when he had not yet achieved the Great Dao. But now some of the magical weapons and armor in my faction are slightly better than the sturdiness of Shenxiao. A long time ago, did the Emperor use such weapons and armor to fight against the Demon Lord who had also not yet attained the Great Dao?"

"I have suggested to the people in the door that we should try to introduce the clones of the five demon kings to test the monk's sincerity, but the meat eaters in the door do not think that this is something to consider. I often sigh at night about this: Is it reasonable that the ancestors expelled the monsters to the northern lands, but the younger generations lost the courage of their ancestors?"

"I've also heard that some sects with the ability and ability have tried something similar. People heard about the monks who had experienced the calamity and defeated it, and there was nothing that they did not admire. And the people in my sect are now afraid of them, and they are proud of the safety and peace of the spells they practice, isn't this worth feeling guilty about?"

"The carnivorous man in the door is short-sighted, and if he wants to correct the bad customs that have accumulated over the generations, is it not time for me to step forward? ”

When Li Bochen read this, he realized that this book must have been written by a monk in the Thundercloud Cave Heaven. It's not so much a book as some kind of record. Although the author did not leave a name, Li Bochen guessed that since this person had such a sense of responsibility, his status in the door must not be too low. Even if it is not a "meat eater" as he calls it, it should only be under it.

But...... Shenxiao?

This person said that he often sighed in the face of the Shenxiao guarding the secret realm - is that "Shenxiao" his helmet!?

He was stunned when he thought of this, and when he raised his hand to touch it, he realized that he had forgotten about it just now. The armor on his body is gone, but the helmet is still on his head.

But at this time he did not dare to take it off. This thing is so strange that if you really put it aside, you will forget it when you can't make a fuss and leave.

The monk said that this Shenxiao was the armor used by the Beichen Emperor before he attained the Great Dao. According to the portrait of Pei Jin's ancestor last night, he deduced that the shape of this helmet should also be in the era of the first gods, or even earlier.

This is actually what "that Beichen" uses. Li Bochen didn't feel too surprised when he thought of this. Last night, I knew that this thing was extraordinary, and I guessed that it might have been raised, but now it has just been confirmed. But to put it this way...... Did the original Beichen also use his current method to raise anything? Is it similar to his own situation, or is there another way?

A subtle emotion arose in his heart - the armor of the previous master was now in his hands, which may really be providential.

In the next twenty or so pages of this booklet, it is no longer said that the monk intends to introduce the demon king's clone to help the people in the sect practice, but records his views on other cultivation principles, as well as his feelings about his own life experience.

Li Bochen tried to read it again, put the book down, and looked out the window to sort out his thoughts.

In fact, this person seems to be a researcher who is bent on seeking the truth and does not care about mundane matters. But being too attached to the thoughts in your head is not accepted by the people in the door. Although the status does not seem to be low, it seems to be very lonely. As mentioned later, he volunteered to come to this secret realm to be a guardian, and while reviewing the classics of the previous generation, he continued to prepare for the "big things" he wanted to do.

It is mentioned in the record that at that time, Li Guowei was subdued all over the world, and even when the monarch met the Son of Heaven, he could sit flat down, and even said to the Son of Heaven, "The north is bitter and cold, or your high country is lukewarm all year round, and the territory is vast, which is a good place for retirement."

Based on this, Li Bochen deduced that this record should have been left sixty or seventy years ago. The monarch at that time was the martial king before the fall of the Li Kingdom, and the country was indeed at its peak during his reign. And because he believes in Beichen, who dominates the punishment of killing, his military strength is also the best in the world. At that time, Beiyuan was still in the hands of the Six Kingdoms, and two-thirds of the original garrison was the army of Li State.

After this martial king, he was succeeded by a new king, and after more than ten years, Li Guo suffered a catastrophe. In this way, that Martial King is actually his own ancestor.

The monk said that some sects with abilities and abilities had already tried similar things, which meant that some monks had indeed tried to introduce demon king clones to hone themselves, right? It should be said that the royal families of all countries have tried to use the flesh and blood of demon beasts to create something that can compete with demon beasts, and there are monks like themselves who have fused their flesh and blood in their bodies.

He suddenly felt a little frightened - if some people did succeed, what about those who failed? Bi Hai said that he would follow the clone of the Yellow Heaven Demon King Hengtian Blade at the beginning, and then enter the Demon Dao...... Could it be that some monks have fallen into the devil now, but others don't know yet!?

He read the booklet a third time, and when he saw that he could not find anything new, he put it back in its place and found it on the shelf again.

By noon, I had flipped through more than 20 books, and finally found another one that was related.

This book is actually a "memorabilia" of the thundercloud cave, it should still be the first draft, and the writing is relatively sloppy. In fact, Li Bochen had already read another book before, and there was nothing to read in it. When I saw this one, I also planned to flip through it and put it down, but I found that there were many small things recorded in this first draft, which should have been deleted in the subsequent revisions.

One of them reads weirdly.

It is said that during the reign of King Wu, there was a monk named Slippery who assisted his master in sorting out the classics in the secret realm. One day, he suddenly went berserk and killed several of his classmates, and then he disappeared. Five years later, a cultivator sent by Thundercloud Dongtian to assist the commander in the Northern Plains garrison stumbled upon a corpse on the battlefield, and it looked like the original slippery wound. guessed that this person was a fellow disciple after the conscience found out, incognito to the northern plains to resist the demon kingdom. He also said that when he died, half of his body was gnawed clean by demon beasts, and the wound seemed to have been cut with many knives.

When Li Bochen read about his death, the first thing that came to mind was the net arrow.

The net arrows used by the Hou Cheng army before were actually a simple version. The net arrows used in the immeasurable army will have many sharp blades on the net. Once the monster is hit and wrapped, the blade spins and can crush the smaller ones. The edge of the slippery wound looked like it had been cut by many knives, and he couldn't remember what kind of demon beast would eat a person like this, but he knew that it would be such a miserable situation for a net arrow to pass through a person.

Besides, the person who recorded this should not know, the demon beasts have a unified order on the battlefield, and they will never gnaw at people during the battle. Otherwise, he would have died long ago when he was in a coma on the North Plains.

He also said that the master who had assisted him in sorting out the classics in the secret realm, could it be that his master was the monk?

And he did it...... Have you introduced a demon king clone for your disciples to help them practice?

The slippery is because of the demon that kills on a large scale...... After that, it wasn't actually to resist the Demon Kingdom, but to vote for the Demon Kingdom!

When Li Bochen read this, he flipped it back again, closed the book, and put it back on the shelf.

What you are looking for, you should have found it.

What he was originally worried about was whether he would be able to cope with the fact that the second demon king clone was going to come when he was going to enter the Dragon and Tiger Realm. If you can't cope with it, will you die?

But now, there are already some monks in the Six Kingdoms who have tried to lure the Demon King clone to hone their cultivation, and some of them should still be successful. Looking further back, according to the monk's account, practitioners in ancient times used this method more often, even the norm.

The monk who made the record should have also called the slippery to use the demon king's clone, but the slippery was only a demon, but he was not dead. He didn't know what kind of realm the slippage was, but since he could be wrenched half of his body by the net arrow, he was afraid that it was similar to his own cultivation.

When Slippery was preparing to advance to the realm, his master should have prepared some secret methods for him to help defend against the Demon King. Although Li Bochen doesn't have it now, he has that realm. Is there any secret method that can help you more than that realm?

Knowing this, it would be too unreasonable to be timid.

He turned and went downstairs. The armor that had been hanging on the first layer had dried, so he put it back on. At this time, the sun rises, and when you look around from the mountain, you can see a patch of green grass and a meandering river, and the scenery is extremely beautiful. Li Bochen took a few deep breaths, sat cross-legged in front of the door, and said in his heart: I have already done everything I can do, and today, I will give up my life!

He recited the incantation silently and escaped into another realm.

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