Beimang Xue'er looked at Yin Mo and didn't rush or grab, still standing in place with a smile.

"Don't you hurry to grab the Dan book, there are more than 5,000 people and ten volumes. Hands are fast, hands are slow!"

"How can it be that simple, don't you see that chess soul guy hasn't moved yet?"

Zhong Cheng, who is one of the four talents, was just an old student named by Uncle Jiu. This will not even look at the door of the academy, and still bury his head in gnawing on a pseudo-Dan book.

Beimangxue'er nodded, "Once a year, the opportunity is indeed rare, but how can Danshu be so easy." ”

Speaking of this, Beimang Xue'er sighed for a while, and there are countless people who read families in Guangtian Dao City. The Heavenly Dao Academy is aimed at the entire Canaan Continent, and as long as there is no sect, you can participate. But a few people have obtained it in the past year, and she didn't return with hatred when she participated in such a crazy thing as Danshu.

"How many Dan books were there last year?"

Yin Mo suddenly asked, which made Beimangxue stunned for a moment.

"Don't get your hopes up too much, it's like 0 last year!"

Beimangxue compared a big duck egg to Yinmo, and Yinmo was directly petrified.

Just now, his mysterious "teacher" was clamoring for him to play with the whole Dan book.

"The pseudo-Danshu is a way of the Danshu, so try your luck this year. And pay attention to the words under your feet, I'll go first!"

Seeing that the crowd was almost crowded, Bei Mangxue left this sentence and walked towards the gate of the academy.

Yin Mo recalled Beimang Xue'er's words, and looked up and couldn't find her figure anymore.

"What does the Danshu world look like?"

Although Yinmo's memory was in a state of self-sealing, that world still made his blood inexplicably surge. With an excited heart, Yin Mo came to the gate of Dan Academy.

There is no classroom like the imagined class, and the Heavenly Dao Academy is more like a library.

Inside the door, it's like a thief's mess, and the thief is rummaging things all over the floor for money.

Zhong Cheng looked at the novice's stunned ink, smiled in a friendly manner, and then stepped out.

The messy book suddenly flew over, and one cushioned at his feet, Zhong Cheng paused for a moment to stabilize his feet and continued to take a step.

Another tome appeared in his footsteps like a staircase, and Zhong Cheng walked through it step by step.

After understanding the whole process, Yinmo no longer hesitated to step out.

"Days"

Yin Mo thought it was a tome of the book, but in fact, only one word appeared at his feet. Thinking of Beimangxueer's prompt, Yin Mo stared at the words at his feet.

The word "heaven" sucked his consciousness like a sponge. Yin Mo was suddenly hit by this situation, and desperately tried to take back his divine consciousness but sank into the sea.

Fortunately, Yinmo's divine sense is strong enough, although it was partially taken away by the word "Tian", but the impact was not very great.

Walking out of another one, "Trench" resurfaced at his feet again, thinking that Beimang Xueer would not mislead herself by mischief.

Although the consciousness was forcibly sucked away and the head became more and more dizzy, the ink still drained part of the consciousness from the "trench".

When Yin Mo walked through Dan Academy and came to the back mountain that Uncle Jiu said, the whole person's divine sense had been hollowed out. Originally, he thought that there were not many words that could hold up, but he never expected that the words that appeared were far beyond his imagination.

Looking at the white boundary, Yin Mo felt a sense of déjà vu in the depths of his consciousness.

Without anyone's prompting, Yin Mo staggered to the boundary wall like a drunken drunk. Subconsciously raised his hand, and the words that had been drained of his consciousness appeared in front of him.

"The song on the moat, the breeze and the artesian flow in the book, its own avenue can make up for the sky"

After one stroke at a time, a word appeared on the boundary wall.

However, when Yin Mo wrote the supplementary words, he couldn't put pen to paper, as if something in the dark was preventing him from dropping the word.

With the appearance of the previous words, Yinmo's divine consciousness has almost returned.

The penultimate word, Yin Mo raised his hand several times, but he couldn't get a stroke.

The extremely contradictory torture in his heart made Yin Mo at a loss for a while.

When he turned his head, he saw the embarrassment and frustration of people who were quick for a while because they didn't pay attention to the words under their feet.

I also saw the person who knew the secret, and was waving a pen. When he was finished, the boundary wall shrouded him in a flash, and he thought that he should have entered the legendary world of Danshu.

Those who notice that the ink suddenly stops will look at the ink with schadenfreude. The look in his eyes seemed to say, "Heh, so you don't know what you were doing there!"

Perhaps, as Uncle Jiu just said, there are only ten volumes of the Dan Book, and everyone is a competitor.

Therefore, although the old students know about this level of the academy, they have tacitly kept it a secret.

Now in this back mountain, there is a new army of nearly 1,000 people. Their faces were full of annoyance, and they probably understood the secret of why people were able to enter.

And what awaits them is to stay here obediently and wait for the time for the enchantment to open before leaving.

The matter of entering the world of Danshu should be today next year.

Hei Lei looked at the unfinished ink, and naturally didn't know that his divine sense had the word mending the sky. But he was still not in a hurry and let Yin Mo stay quietly in front of the enchantment, and he was now very curious about what happened to Yin Mo.

As time passed, people continued to enter the world of Danshu. Someone who is at first at a loss, and then finds out that the truth is frustrating. There are also people who probably don't have strong divine sense, and stand in front of the enchantment in a daze like Yin Mo.

During this period, Yin Mo raised his hand several times and put it down again.

"Time is running out. ”

Although Hei Lei couldn't see the words written on the enchantment, he could still vaguely feel that the things on the enchantment were gradually disconnecting from the ink.

Yin Mo, who was in silence, was suddenly interrupted by black thunder and woke up violently.

Looking at the words that had disappeared, Yin Mo sank into his consciousness and found that the words were becoming more and more blurred. It seems that this should be the time set by the academy, and Yin Mo doesn't have time to think too much.

"The song on the moat, the breeze and the artesian flow in the book have their own avenues"

The ink that Teng wrote again could no longer remember the previous words, even if there were still on the barrier, but he still had no impression.

"Are you going to fail?"

Hei Lei sighed softly and secretly, it seems that Yin Mo's three-month plan to obtain the Danshu is about to be aborted again.

Hei Lei was so unwilling that he had to shake his head desperately.

"Breaking the Sky"

"Huh?"

Just when Black Thunder was desperate, Yin Mo surprisingly gave him a miracle. But this miracle doesn't seem right, the barrier wall is gradually disappearing, but the ink is still not swallowed by the barrier.

"The song on the moat, the breeze is artesian, and the book has its own avenue that can break the sky"

Yin Mo muttered the words, and his mind was completely detached from those words. In this regard, Yin Mo just whispered this sentence written by himself.

The black thunder was like being struck by lightning, and he looked at Yin Mo speechlessly for a long time.

"My eldest brother, what are you doing, this Northern Confucianism is a well-known Heaven Replenishing Sect, how can it break the sky!"

Hei Lei, who knew that Yin Mo had written the wrong word, completely accepted his fate, and was already thinking about the next big plan in his mind.