Taking a deep breath, Su Musha suppressed all the throbbing in his heart.

He looked at the leather book in his hand in disbelief.

In a hurry, Su Musha opened the beast skin book, and the expectations in his heart were disappointed.

The content recorded in the scriptures is the same as the "Greed to Swallow Yang and Yin Spirit Sutra" that Su Musha knows.

Even the entire scripture only occupies a small amount of the content of the beast skin book, followed by the understanding of many ancient sages who practiced this scripture, and the same content also exists in the "Hundred Ghost Jinglun" inherited by Su Musha in the past.

For a moment, Su Mu panicked, he rummaged through all the bookshelves, and even saw the general outline of the "Hundred Ghosts Jinglun".

All the inheritance of the past years is placed in front of Su Musha's eyes.

Not a word, not a lot.

This seems to be a treacherous existence, a joke that Su Mu has covered up over the entire years.

Su Musha stared at the entire bookshelf, falling into a long silence.

For a moment, Su Musha even overturned his previous speculation.

I don't come from that strange world.

Su Musha can even imagine the scene of the past year, 100,000 years ago, the Xuanyi Holy Land was destroyed, and there were remnants of the disciples who escaped with unknown methods, he escaped far away, fled to the ends of the earth, escaped the liquidation of many treacherous forces behind him, and really survived, and in the long years that followed, he accepted disciples and passed down his own lineage.

Maybe the remaining disciple fled to Haichaozhou, or maybe it was his descendant disciples who wandered to Haichaozhou, experienced the rotation of life and death, watched the ebb and flow of the tide, and in the end, four thousand years ago, in Haichaozhou, he passed on this vein method to a white-haired boy.

Is this really the case?

Su Musha looked at the huge stone wall in a daze, looked at the spiritual wood bookshelf embedded in the stone wall, and looked at the various animal skin books placed on the bookshelves.

Through the years, are these the real truths?

Probably not!

Su Musha thought of the injuries on the child's body when he saw the drunken spring earlier.

The treacherous frost Dao method, the frost pattern that almost condensed into the Dao itself......

In this matter, Chongyi Yi can have already been decided, maybe he is one of the great powers who attacked the Xuanyi Holy Land in the past, and he has seen the real inheritance of this sect, and after 100,000 years, Chongyi's judgment is the most recognized by Su Musha.

If this is the case, then this wall full of animal skin books has nothing to do with the inheritance of the Xuanyi Holy Land in the past.

The treacherous frost Dao method, in Su Musha's eyes, does have traces of the thick earth Dao, and even many of the Dao patterns in it also involve the way of life and death, but it is completely different from the "Hundred Ghost Jinglun" cultivated by Su Musha, and there is no yin and underworld aura in the frost Dao pattern.

At the thought of this, it was as if I had fallen into a dead end.

Where did this beast skin book come from?

was confused, suddenly, Su Musha's hair stood on his body, and in an instant, Su Musha came back to his senses, his eyes were concentrated, and he looked into the depths of the underground palace.

The dark corridor seemed to absorb all the light and brightness, so that Su Musha could only see the pure darkness, even if the supreme pupil technique was cast, he could not directly see the clues in the depths of the underground palace.

But the eerie voice still resounded in the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Bang! Bang!

This voice was extremely light, but when it fell into Su Musha's ears, it was like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Since cultivating the Dao, Su Musha has rarely felt a feeling of palpitations, and the strong horizontal Dao body that he had cultivated in the past was trembling involuntarily at this moment.

It's like ...... There is an ancient and powerful existence, because of the arrival of Su Musha, waking up from the depths of the underground palace.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The piercing sound of gold and stone friction came from the depths of the underground palace, Su Musha frowned, and suddenly glanced at the lamp stands on both sides of the stone wall, the long years have made the lights of the past years extinguished, Su Musha waved his hand, and there was a firelight flying out of the sleeve robe, turning into a swimming dragon and taking off, skimming both sides of the stone wall, and lighting the lampstand.

The treacherous existence hidden in the depths of the underground palace was finally revealed in front of Su Musha's eyes.

Squinting his eyes, Su Musha finally found the help of this golden stone friction sound.

At the end of the corridor, there is a wide stone chamber, and the surrounding stone walls have been repaired and leveled, and the stone walls are imprinted with ancient and unpredictable patterns.

The lines are dense, even in Su Musha's eyes, they are dazzling, for a while, Su Musha's gaze hurriedly swept over, these patterns, seven or eight times out of ten, Su Musha was unrecognizable.

The four corners of the stone wall have thigh-thick black copper chains, extending along these treacherous lines, like a spider's web.

Looking at it contemplatively, the interweaving of the chains is not chaotic, this should be some kind of ancient formation, even from the handwriting of the Xuanyi Holy Land in the past, on this formation, Su Musha saw many traces of déjà vu, similar to the forbidden formation on the door of the underground palace, but more profound, and more cruel.

In the center of the large array formed by the condensation of black copper chains, a miserable monk was detained.

Let's just count it as a monk.

This point is debatable, at least in Su Musha's eyes, there are not too many people on that black figure.

The black copper chains were densely gathered in the center of the formation, piercing through this person's Dao body.

It wasn't until Su Musha got closer that he noticed that even the black copper chain was branded with an ancient talisman seal, exuding a frosty rhyme that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, this was a very terrifying sealing technique, after 100,000 years, it was still suppressing the monks in the center of the formation.

Even many of the lines on the black copper chain have been mottled, not because they have been eroded by time, but because they are stained with blood and rotten flesh.

Su Mu's brows furrowed slightly, perhaps, the true color of these chains is not black.

These chains were stained with the blood of the ancient monk, and then dried up and solidified, and finally the black blood seeped into the immortal copper, turning into the black color it is today.

Standing in front of the stone chamber, Su Musha was silent.

It may be ridiculous, but Su Musha knows that this ancient cultivator who was suppressed and imprisoned by the formation is still alive.

The treacherous "bang" sound before was the sound of Gu Xiu's heart beating.

"Ahem......"

Gu Xiu lowered his head, stained with blood, and his long hair that had been knotted hung down in front of him, so that Su Musha couldn't see his face clearly.

Su Musha still didn't say anything.

"100,000 years...... You have reneged on your oath of the past, and I have made it clear what you want to know, tell me! Tell me! Does anyone remember the oath of the past? What about Yuan Lanzi? Let him come to me!

Traitors! You are all traitors! Yuan Lanzi! Ridiculous, ridiculous, like you, willing to be that man's hyena? Hahaha! You still want to covet immortality! You! You have a lot of desolation! You have a long history! You have a long life! Hahaha...... Traitor!"

Gu Xiu's figure was trembling violently, and at a certain moment, a terrifying aura bloomed on his body, and he was suppressed by the formation for a moment.

It was the breath of power.

Su Musha was still indifferent, watching Gu Xiu pull the black copper chain, struggling frantically, his eyes were full of blood and tears, he kept laughing hideously, and then cried.

"There's nothing Yuan Lanzi here, if you...... If you are crazy, the poor road will turn and leave, if you ...... Before he went crazy, he talked to the poor road. ”

Hearing Su Mu's hoarse voice, the man's hideous and crazy voice stopped abruptly.

As if he had heard some unbelievable voice, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Su Musha's figure with his eyes.

"It's you!"