The interior of the tower is still circular, not multi-storey like ordinary towers, but can be seen from the bottom to the top. Books are neatly stacked in a circle around the periphery, stretching from close to the ground to a height that requires the magic weapon of flight.

There is also a large column in the middle of the giant tower that seems to be solid, and the shelves layer by layer are also filled with various scripture books of different thicknesses.

Countless monks were like birds, stepping on flying swords and driving spirit boats through the tower, and the people at the highest point almost became a small black dot, and they couldn't even see their figures clearly.

He Miaomiao's heart was shocked, the number of books here completely exceeded her imagination, even if she only looked at the collection of books in the middle column, she couldn't go through them in three days.

She walked around the ground, only to find that the classification was very clear, and each category was located in the same place, including the related essays.

Seeing that it was so delicately placed, He Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, and took out the Vermilion Bird Boat to shrink into the size of a flying sword, standing on it and slowly rising above, looking around the giant tower to find the classification of demonic skills.

After searching from low to high for half an hour, I finally saw a large area of books related to the Outer Demons in the south near the top. There are anecdotes, analyses about demons, articles and poems, and many paintings sandwiched in.

He Miaomiao raised the spirit boat, planning to start with the highest first book, and the first book he got in his hand was "On Demons" written by a high-level Confucian cultivator in the Haotian Realm tens of thousands of years ago.

Most of it is his analysis of the Outer Heaven Demon Race, from how it was created, to why it disappeared, and where they are located, he has unique insights.

His thoughts are completely different from the information circulated in Canglan, in the records of the Canglan world, monsters are born from people's desires and evil thoughts, because there are people in the world, there are demons.

However, this great Confucian believes that the Outer Heaven Demon Race is a foreign body that is born with the Dao, and before it was derived from the heavens and all worlds, even when there was no origin power, there was already a demon.

The book also said that the reason why the Outer Demons did not appear for millions of years was because they themselves lived in another "Heaven and Ten Thousand Worlds", and there were more than the same Demon Cultivation Realm as the Immortal Realm, and when the realm was reached, they could soar to the High Demon Realm similar to the Spirit Realm and the Immortal Realm.

As for the fact that they occasionally descend incarnations and harass the major immortal cultivation realms, it is only because of the nature of monsters and other intentions for the immortal cultivation realm.

This great Confucian believes that the Demon Clan's transmission of Gong is the evidence that they want to slowly occupy the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and he also analyzed from this behavior that the "Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds" of the Demon Race outside the sky may be suffering from some kind of robbery, and they need to find another place to live.

He Miaomiao watched it with relish, she didn't fully believe in this great Confucian's opinion, and of course she wouldn't rashly deny it, this world is already wonderful, who can tell if these are true or false?

She quickly flipped through "On Demons", wrote down the points where she thought she had some truth, no longer indulged in these strange thoughts, put it back and took out the second book again to read it.

From absurd and outlandish analyses to rigid and boring articles, He Miaomiao read carefully and carefully and refused to miss a word. Even if it's just music and lyrics, she refuses to ignore the past easily.

But there are a lot of books about the demons, and after a night and a day, she has only finished reading less than fifty percent, and she has not seen the method of resisting the demons at all.

Most of the time, she is multitasking, taking out two or three books and reading them at the same time, so that the consumption of Zhihai is not small, and she put down the three books hanging in front of her again, and her head is already slightly swollen.

He Miaomiao rubbed her temples, took out two soul stones and pinched them in her palms, sat on the Vermilion Bird Boat and exhaled deeply. The pure soul breath in the medium-grade soul stone quickly nourished the tired soul, allowing the sea of knowledge to gradually return to normal.

Jixian Academy is already a place with an extremely large collection of books, and if you can't find relevant information here, there will be no hope for the city outside.

"I hope there are more or less clues in the remaining books......" He Miaomiao sighed, cheered up again, pulled out two thicker books, and continued to flip through them.

Two and a half days is like the blink of an eye for a monk immersed in something. Looking through the scrolls of ninety percent of poems, calligraphy and paintings, He Miaomiao's mind was filled with all kinds of information, but there was still not a word about the "Sutra of Silence" or any magic skills.

Soon, only half an hour before the temporary token expired, she began to feel a little anxious in her heart, and the speed of flipping through it couldn't help but speed up a lot.

While flipping through all the books, an indescribable sense of loss hit her, and she stopped in the air and forgot to leave.

Her eyes unintentionally swept over every part of the bookshelf, silently reciting the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra" to calm her mind, and when her afterglow touched a corner, she suddenly saw a thin book interspersed in the middle, almost folded into small pieces.

This is something she has never seen in a hurry, He Miaomiao hurriedly used her divine sense to pull it out, there are no words or paintings on the book cover, and there is no name, it seems that a lot of paper has been torn inside, and the rest is just a story.

He Miaomiao was helpless, but thinking that there was still time for a stick of incense, she simply read the rest of the content carefully, and never thought that there was a broken story in it, but it really made her see hope.

This story is about a monk of a great clan who had no intention of traveling to a certain secret realm and learned the true legend of the demon clan, and his strength suddenly increased greatly. But with the strength comes a great change in temperament, and the brutal heart makes everyone rebel against their relatives.

Later, when he was sober, he found a heavenly Buddhist scripture, studied it day and night, and realized the true meaning of it, and finally achieved the miracle of the Buddha and demon initiate.

"If you can find the high-level exercises of the Buddhist family, Quanling will definitely be able to practice together!" He Miaomiao's eyes lit up, recalling the two great witches of Nuer and Inu, who were also practitioners of witches and Taoists, indicating that there would be nothing wrong with this method!

Once the whole spirit begins to cultivate the Buddhist scriptures, the demonic side of the body will be restrained, and as long as the balance is always maintained, even during the tribulation period, nothing will go wrong.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this method was reliable, even if the Heavenly Rank Exercises were not easy to find, it was better than not knowing where to go.

He Miaomiao was still immersed in joy, and a pulling force had wrapped her and sent her out of the library pavilion in an instant.

Walking on the way back to Kefeng, He Miaomiao couldn't hold back the smile on her face, she couldn't see the method in front of her, but she didn't expect to be woken up by a script.

With the direction she is looking for, she no longer has to try her luck around, as for the Heavenly Rank Exercises, she has traveled all over the Great and Small Immortal Cultivation Realms to which the Southern Spirit Realm belongs, and she will not be unable to find one!

He Miaomiao was full of anticipation to cross the cloud bridge, and had just stepped on the guest peak, but he heard three shocking bells ringing from inside the academy.

Immediately afterward, countless Confucian cultivators drilled out from all over the mountain, and they were busy speeding towards the inner peak, most of them with surprise on their faces. He Miaomiao turned her eyes and saw someone say, "I don't know which bachelor fell......"