"Just call me Misty. The lady said softly, "This is the Night Dream Feather Pavilion, and at the same time, it is also this secret realm, the real place with the largest collection of books. It is generally only open to those who need it most. ”

She paused.

"The books here will be updated and alternated at all times and at every moment, because they are connected to the consciousness of all life in the Xuanyin Heaven and Earth.

Everything that has actually happened, all the past and present, all the knowledge that has appeared, forgotten, and lost, will be compiled here, and it will never be missed......"

"Maybe it's the product of someone's flash of inspiration, a conclusion that even he won't pay attention to, a spark of inspiration that only exists for a few seconds and then is forgotten. Wait, wait, wait......"

The voice of the woman in the red dress slowly sank and slowly calmed down.

Mo Chen's heart was a little shocked.

With such a handwriting, it can almost be compared to the treasure of the Illusory Sun Realm.

With such a huge feather pavilion, it can even record the inspiration of all the creatures that have come and gone in ancient and modern times...... It's even more miraculous than a miracle!

He could scarcely imagine what a horrible collection it was.

Just a person's brain, the traces and flashes left behind, and so on, I don't know how many books I need to record it, not to mention so many creatures in the whole Xuanyin world......

"So, here, there are only two, knowledge that you can't find. Mi Meng said softly.

"Which two?" Mochen asked in a deep voice.

"First, it hasn't happened yet. Second, the ...... that could not be recorded" Mi Meng gently walked to the left, and then the whole person disappeared into the wall, and disappeared in front of the ink dust.

"By the way, in addition to you, the ancestor has also invited a person, who is already waiting in the deepest room on the third floor, whether to go or not, and it depends on your own choice. ”

The last voice was heard, echoing in Mochen's ears.

Mo Chen stood in place, thinking for a moment, and he resolutely walked towards the stairs on the third floor.

Although there is a lot of knowledge here, Mo Chen cares more about the ancestor in the mouth of the mist, who must be the master of this night dream feather pavilion.

The Night Dream Feather Pavilion can already be called a miracle, so what kind of divine power is its controller, the person who can call on the knowledge of the entire Xuanyin Heaven and Earth at any time?

Ink dust is almost unimaginable.

Going up the stairs, before reaching the corner of the third floor, there was a small platform that stretched out, and on the platform stood a huge eagle with white and gold feathers.

The eagle stood tall, three people tall, its sharp eyes were two flaming golden flames, and its tail was a giant snake spitting scarlet snake letters.

The Condor just stood quietly, not making any movements, but the overall look was noble and fierce, like an emperor sitting on a dragon chair.

When Mochen walked up, the giant eagle looked down at him, then looked away from him, and looked ahead without squinting.

But he ignored Mo Chen, but it was hard for Mo Chen to ignore it, and the sense of coercion emanating from this guy was too strong......

Even stronger than the giant golden crow he had encountered earlier...... Even he involuntarily harnessed the strength of the Everlasting Realm Venerable to resist this coercion.

But to no avail, as soon as the breath of Mo Chen touched this coercion, it dissipated violently, bringing him the feeling of being like an oncoming wind, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

The Condor is like a guard guarding the third layer, and he will take a look at a creature as soon as it comes. In the few breaths that Mo Chen was shocked by the coercion, there were already three faceless ones who were suppressed by the coercion, and they gave up the idea of going to the third floor.

Mo Chen took a breath and steadied himself, he didn't know how many life and death tribulations he had experienced along the way, and he wanted to rely on coercion to make him give up, which was not enough.

He mustered up all his strength, slowly walked through the front of the Condor, and walked up the stairs.

It wasn't until he reached the platform on the third floor that the pressure on him slowly relaxed.

Calming the restless qi and blood in his body, he then looked ahead, and there was only a corridor extending forward on the third floor, with no end in sight.

On both sides of the corridor are closed black black iron doors, and all kinds of complicated runes are engraved on the doors, and if you keep an eye on them, you will even have the feeling of sucking people's spirits into them.

Soon, according to the last words of the misty, Mochen came to the deepest room on the third floor.

"Chaos Array"

Four large dark gold characters were engraved on the door, and there were patterns of various demon beasts, divine weapons, and other unknown things around the big characters.

Mo Chen looked down, the doorknob was burned red, like a soldering iron constantly emitting white smoke, and a faint yellow flame swirled around the doorknob, like a locked formation.

Now that he has come here, Mo Chen will not give up halfway, and his tempered body will not be afraid of the ordinary high temperature.

He reached out and gently held it on the doorknob.

There was some surprise, he had already prepared for it, but the red-hot doorknob didn't make him feel any hot pain, and even felt a little cold to the touch.

"Click"

The door was pushed open by the ink dust, and in front of him, a young girl sat in front of a long-haired Taoist.

There are three divine swords of different shapes suspended beside the Taoist, one is purely composed of purple smoke, as if there is no substance, and the other is thick and bladeless, just looking at it has a feeling of breaking through ten thousand pounds, forming a sharp contrast.

And the last one, the whole body of the sword turned from white to black, to the tip of the sword, it was extremely black, even to the point that it could not be seen by the naked eye, like a little black hole, swallowing all the light around it.

"Sister Wind Chime?"

For the appearance of the emperor wind chime, it was also reasonable, he had already prepared in his heart, but he was a little shocked by the identity of that Taoist.

Yanxia, Juque, Victory over evil, the three holy swords of the emperor family can not be understood, and those who can control these three holy swords are not called the Desolate Saint Emperor Jun.

"The younger generation Mochen has seen the desolate saint. Mo Chen respectfully made a junior salute.

The misty ancestor is Emperor Jun, which means that the owner of this Night Dream Feather Pavilion is one of the six saints, the Desolate Saint, which can also explain why this library pavilion has such a big hand.

With the power of a saint, from the hands of a saint, it is naturally far beyond a miracle.

"Sit down......" Di Jun's voice was a little old, dressed in green cloth clothes, long beard and beautiful hair, which made people forget to see the vulgar, this man has a charm that transcends his age.

He slowly moved his joints: "I've been here for a long time...... It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what the world is like outside......"

Mo Chen and Emperor Feng Chime glanced at each other, and the two juniors naturally did not interrupt Di Jun.

"What about you, why don't you tell me about the outside world first......" (https:)

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