The fragrance of pen and ink and books is coming, a few green lights are swaying, and a thousand years have passed, and the light is not extinguished.

The thirty-one hall is the study of the saint, which should be a place of tranquility for books, but at the moment it is full of messes, I don't know how many ancient books have been destroyed in the competition of people, and the bookshelves have fallen to the ground in rows.

"A group of ruined things, such a batch of precious ancient books were destroyed, how many secrets should be hidden in them, can they only be buried in the years from now on. ”

The little turtle cursed, feeling that its heart was dripping blood, and it stepped forward to pick up a fragment of a piece of paper, on which the ancient text was blurred and it was difficult to make out the font.

This hall is very empty, there are only a group of them at present, and after the creatures who came before saw the scene here, they immediately realized that this place was no longer valuable, and did not stay, and rushed directly to the depths.

And the vast majority of people stopped in front of the Thirty Palaces, they knew that they couldn't compete with those mythical ancient beasts and the supremes of all races, and decisively sought creation in the Thirty Palaces.

As a result, the Thirty-One Hall became a demarcation point, and those with aspirations rushed to the depths, and almost all of them were kings, with ordinary people accounting for only a small part, and others being distributed in other halls.

"Damn, even the carvings on the walls have been destroyed. The mountain spider wandered around the study, looking up at the wall.

The thirty-one halls are very large, and the ancient books stored in them were either robbed or destroyed, and the walls on all four sides should have been carved with things, but they were also destroyed.

"Beasts, the carvings on this wall are all ancient magic, and they are infinitely wonderful, and they are so clean that they don't leave us a single hair. ”

The sword marks and axes on the walls are staggered, and they have been knocked out of caves one by one, completely destroying the original pattern, but even so, there is still a great road aura that reveals out, and the rules of magic are pervasive...

The little turtle roared again, feeling that his lungs hurt, his liver hurt, his teeth hurt, and his whole body hurt, and he trembled with anger, and said, "Look for it, maybe there is still some chance that has not been discovered." ”

A group of people scattered, looking carefully through the main hall, looking for it.

"Huh. ”

Mu Chen's strange appearance caught a glimpse of a golden light on the wall, and he stepped forward quickly, only to see a golden paper hidden in a crack in the wall.

"Who put it inside, or was it inadvertently inserted?" he said to himself, took out the gold paper, spread it out with his hand, and in an instant, an unspeakable sadness came to his face.

"The way of heaven, the loss is more than enough to make up for the deficiency, the people's hearts are not ancient, wear sin into the Lord, want the Lord to rise and fall, the immortals are not there, the holy difficulty is to do something, I have no regrets in fighting to the death today. ”

"This is written by the Soldier Sanctuary!" Mu Chen was shocked, judging from the Dao rhyme in the font, there is still a trace of his emotions after a thousand years, and it has not dispersed to this day, except for the saint, who can do this.

What does this mean? Who is the soldier going to fight against, and why is there such a page of gold paper?

He thought a lot in an instant, according to the rumors in the world, Sun Tzu was absolutely invincible in that life, and his wife was also holy, but in a catastrophe, even such an amazing figure as the Virgin Mary could not be returned, and the world was stunned.

Later, when the grandson returned, he quickly rushed to the chaotic place when he learned of everything, and it is said that on that day, the sky caused a vision, and there were bursts of crying, as big as a bell, ringing throughout the world...

This is the sorrow of heaven, but the death of a person of great virtue has triggered the sorrow of the heavens and sent him off.

Finally, people saw the grandson coming back with the bones of the Virgin, covered in blood, as if he had experienced a vicious battle, and he had a whirling snail on his shoulder, his back shell was broken, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead...

On that day, it was recorded in ancient books that the ancestor of the soldier was in great pain, hugged his wife and bones, and went away without looking back.

A month later, when the grandson returned to the city, he buried his wife in the little world he had created, and the snail was missing.

The first thing he did when he came back was that he had relieved himself of all his duties and arranged everything as if he were going on a long journey.

Sure enough, that very night, the grandson disappeared, and no one knew where he went, and two days later, the mourning happened again, and it was even greater, and he cried for three days and three nights.

At this time, people realized that a generation of saints, the grandson died!

......

Mu Chen stood quietly in front of the wall, his brows furrowed, thinking of this legend that has been passed down for thousands of years in his mind, and said to himself: "Could it be that this was written the night before the soldier saint disappeared, what does he want to tell future generations?"

He looked at those lines repeatedly, secretly figuring it out, but he still didn't know why.

Suddenly, his eyes shot out violently, and he found that there was a row of small characters at the bottom, the font was very small and blurry, and it was easy to be ignored if you didn't look closely.

"I see... I discovered a shocking secret, it turns out that our world is incomplete, it is abandoned, at the beginning of the ancient period... They ...... to protect themselves"

Mu Chen squinted and read out that sentence, and then when it came to the most critical time, the rest was actually unclear, blurry, corroded by the breath of time.

"Damn, you played this game with me at the last minute!"

Mu Chen scolded secretly, obviously, the last blurred sentence is the key, maybe it can reveal everything that his grandson did before he died, as well as a shocking mystery!

He was very unwilling, the first time he was so close to the truth but was cut off by life, his eyes widened, staring at the haze.

It's a pity that it still failed, even if his spiritual pupil is complete, the last word is seriously corroded by the breath of time and cannot be restored.

"What did my grandson go through when he was alive? ”

He muttered, the golden paper in his hand that made him feel extremely heavy.

Through the above words, he thought of a lot, obviously, the soldier saint found a big secret that was enough to subvert the world, and also made a generation of soldiers powerless, from that sadness can see his helplessness.

At that time, Bingzu should have known that he was going to die, which would explain why Sun Tzu arranged everything in such detail before he disappeared.

It's like instructing the afterlife, and this golden paper should be the last words left by the grandson to future generations.

All the way, Mu Chen instantly connected everything together, but the most important thing was that he couldn't understand it, and there was still a fog from the truth, blocking the most important thing.

"Isn't it because Sun Tzu knows something, he is killed and killed? ”

Even Mu Chen himself was startled by the sudden thought, and then shook his head with a wry smile, how is this possible, it is too.

Then, he solemnly put away the gold paper, this matter is too big, once shaken out, it will definitely cause a tsunami.

Therefore, he did not intend to reveal the gold paper, not even the little turtle and the others, he was afraid of causing a big disaster, and he planned to wait until he found out everything before making a decision.

He has reason to believe that his grandson must have seen a lot when he was alive, and he also left clues for future generations, such as the red box of the Sixteen Palaces.

It actually took two saints to seal together, and they also used the curse rune, which should also be a reminder, in order to inform the importance of that map.

And this golden piece of paper that resembles a suicide note... All this shows that Bingzu is jealous, and even powerless, so he can only keep these things for the current world.

......

Then, Mu Chen continued to wander around, hoping to get more clues, and after half an hour, he shook his head in disappointment, finding nothing but gold paper.

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Suddenly, Lin Luqian inadvertently came across a green light, and the wall in front of her suddenly collapsed, revealing a small door.

"Come here, there's a secret room here!"