When I first entered this place, I was extremely relaxed, and I didn't encounter any environment, only after I carried the divine power on my body would there be some changes, and this gloomy falling phoenix would also become very peaceful, and the breath was similar to the cultivation of Buddhism among the mainland people, and the great cultivation of Buddhism was also a combination of this celestial man. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is the scriptures written by the sages and powerful people of Buddhism. Their holy path is the path of Pudu. Therefore, Buddhism practices the way of justice and universal sentient beings, and is very popular with the human race. Su Xinghe himself admires the Buddhist family very much, but he doesn't want this matter to have anything to do with the Buddhist family, otherwise it will destroy the status of the Buddhist family in his heart.

"But if you think about it, you also know that this Buddhist family is taking the path of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, and being stable and healthy. At the same time, this Buddhism is the most taboo about this karma relationship, if this place is really a certain person of the Buddhist family, I am afraid that he will also be haunted by evil spirits, and he will not die well. Su Xinghe smiled, he was indeed a little worried. If it is really the scum of the Buddhist family, there will be the power of the Buddhist family to surrender, and there will be a clear and fair world in the world, and it will not be your turn to worry about it at that time.

And what needs to be solved at the moment is who is the master of this place? If the cultivation of the master here far exceeds his own, then he can only take advantage of the fact that the master here has not made a move, and quickly escape. I really can't do it, I can only use the will of the pulse saint to protect myself. I hope that when the time comes, if the master of this place cultivates far beyond himself, he will let himself go with the will of the Mai Sheng.

Su Xinghe continued to look at the door of the evil lion pressing formation, the door was one foot three feet high and seven feet wide. The door was painted with a thick layer of black lacquer, and several white patterns were scattered across it, and at first glance, the pattern was very messy, and the painting was like a naughty child's graffiti, without the slightest logic. But when Su Xinghe looked closely, he immediately saw something extraordinary. There is a small magic circle engraved in it, which has a psychedelic effect, if you are not careful or the power of the soul is relatively weak, I am afraid that you will fall directly into it and cannot extricate yourself. Although Su Xinghe's own divine soul was sealed, the strength of his divine soul was really strong. This cannot be changed, so this illusion is almost the same to him, so at first, Su Xinghe didn't notice this small magic circle.

"It seems that the master here is really not simple, not only knows the ghost Dao's method of gathering yin and cultivating souls, but also knows the ability of this evil lion clan to accumulate evil qi, and at this time he actually knows a magic circle. The owner of this place is truly knowledgeable. Although Su Xinghe is not ashamed of the master's practice here, he also has to sigh at this person's erudition, although he knows, but he is the son of the Ping Demon King, and at the same time, he is not good at martial arts, so he will read all books and learn the strengths of hundreds of schools. And understanding and using it directly are two different things.

Su Xinghe knocked on the door, and just like the previous result, no one responded. Su Xinghe tried to push the door of this temple, but he didn't expect that it would really be opened. Standing outside, Su Xinghe was already in the realm of qi and veins, and it could almost be said that he could already see things at night without using his divine power, let alone when the sun was shining during the day, but at this time, it was invalid, and he couldn't see anything inside clearly outside, and it was pitch black. Su Xinghe didn't think about it, and he knew that it was definitely what kind of magic circle would lead to this. I don't care about the reason why I can't see things clearly.

Su Xinghe walked lightly into this temple, and the moment Su Xinghe stepped into this temple, it was as if he had changed the world, different from the smallness of the temple outside, the space inside the small temple was extremely vast. At the same time, there is still grass inside, and a few small trees are erected on both sides of the small road. Completely contrary to the lifelessness outside, the inside of the temple is almost alive. The only thing missing is animals, and the rest of the ordinary plants can be said to have everything. Flowers and plants, and even not far away there is a small stream that does not know where it comes from, and does not know where it flows, although it has no head or tail, but it does not give people a sense of abruptness, as if this stream should be like this, it should be here.

But the only strange thing is that the water is actually flowing backwards, and the way the flowers and trees are arranged seems to be arranged, and the way they are arranged is according to certain rules. Su Xinghe frowned, this pattern was unheard of by himself, and he had to sigh that he still knew little after all. When the time comes, it is necessary to continue to read the book series in the world, and this link is indispensable.

Su Xinghe continued to look at the surrounding environment, the path was not long, and soon came to the end, and a stone monument stood at the end of the path. There are two lines of characters on the stele, which are actually written in ancient characters. Su Xinghe was also surprised. This type of character has almost been lost, and I have only seen a few sentences in ancient books mentioning this type of font.

"This should be the text of a tribe before, this text should be?" Su Xinghe tried his best to recall the record of this kind of writing in his mind, but there was always a layer of separation and he couldn't recall it. Su Xinghe didn't know what was going on. But Su Xinghe clearly remembered that although his books on ancient characters were scattered, he definitely remembered that he had seen the words on this stone tablet. But the strange thing is that I can't remember what this text is, what is the reason.

Su Xinghe calmed down and slowly recalled the records in his memory about this aspect. The words flow in my heart, and at the same time, they are also sorted out in different categories. Gradually, Su Xinghe fell into a kind of understanding. The power of words began to surround him, Su Xinghe unconsciously sat cross-legged, and his state began to become empty, if someone saw it at this time, it was almost as if he had seen an ancient book, the same heaviness, the same profundity, giving people a sense of longevity in history. If you focus on the history of cultivation, your jaw will almost drop with fright here. I didn't expect a layman of a historian to have cultivated the prototype of the long river of calligraphy and ink among historians, and this age can be described as a genius. The people in the realm of the cultivators are all great writers, and it is unusual to be at such a young age.

Su Xinghe, who was immersed in the long river of books and ink, had a mature and stable temperament accumulated by precipitation in his body. A trace of green smoke also emerged from Su Xinghe's body. As this trace of green smoke came out, the expression on Su Xinghe's face became more and more relaxed.

"Haha, I see!"