Zhang Yuan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

What a domineering name!

What kind of mastery is this?

I'm sure I've never heard of it before.

It wasn't any of the mastery he was familiar with in his previous life.

When did Shaolin also have such a murderous exercise?

And named after the demon, this is also completely different from the concept of Buddhism to purify all sentient beings.

With curiosity, Zhang Yuan slowly opened it.

As for why he just put this scripture book out and didn't put it back in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it was because the other party was not dead, but was just injured by him, and even if he put it back in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the other party would take it back again.

So at that time, my mind was hot, and I put it back in my arms.

It's a big deal to find a way to return Shaolin in the future.

Let's not let the bad guys' plot succeed.

Zhang Yuan secretly comforted himself.

Looking at the content of the cheats, I couldn't help but be moved.

What a weird feeling!

Obviously it was a book, but when I read it, countless black vortices appeared, filling the entire front of my eyes in circles, spinning wildly, and a strong feeling of dizziness directly hit the entire brain.

Not only that, but the blood in the body also began to heat up uncontrollably.

The skin began to reddens rapidly, steaming hot, and all the blood seemed to be boiling, trying to tear open the blood vessels and rush out.

Zhang Yuan was shocked and sensed that something was wrong.

But when he tried to look away, he found it extremely difficult.

The two eyes seemed to be no longer their own, and they were firmly absorbed in the strange black swirl.

The dizziness in his mind grew stronger and more terrifying, and his throat was sweet, and he felt like he wanted to vomit blood.

Finally, his head was forcibly tossed aside.

Their eyes were suddenly taken away from the strange book.

The dizziness in my mind and the heat in my blood quickly dissipated.

His whole body seemed to collapse, panting heavily, and his face was shocked.

After a pause, he quickly closed the cheats in his hand.

looked at the four big characters on the cheats in shock.

What kind of weird mastery is this?

I didn't see a word, and I almost put my life into it.

"The Killing Demon Knife, can you really cut yourself?"

It's a magic book.

Divine power to cut people off is unheard of.

To say that the cultivation process went mad and died, it is understandable.

But I just glanced at it and didn't see a word?

That's a little weird.

"This cheat has also become a refinement? It's the same as the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending?"

Zhang Yuan's heart rolled.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending were sealed for 10,000 years, and when they were in the Broken Soul Mountain Range, they constantly rushed out of the dragon-shaped light and shadow from it, shaking the world, which was weird enough.

Now there is another cheatbook that is even weirder than the eighteen palms of the dragon.

Zhang Yuan quickly calmed down the restlessness in his heart, his true qi ran in his body several times, and the feeling of wanting to vomit blood completely dissipated, and even his skin was no longer hot.

Looking at the four big characters on it, he hesitated for a moment and tried to turn the first page again.

He didn't look at it right away, but covered it with the palm of his hand, revealing only a small horn.

At this time, Zhang Yuancai set his eyes on it.

Strange sensations reappeared.

Countless black strange whirlpools appeared in front of him, circles and circles, constantly magnifying, filling his entire front of his eyes.

But it feels much better than before.

This time, in the countless small black swirls, some vague handwriting could barely be seen.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and his internal force poured into his eyes, staring closely at these blurred handwritings.

The feeling of vertigo was still coming, but it was barely enduring.

He observed word by word.

Half an hour later, he felt like his eyes were about to crack.

Finally, when he reached the limit of his bearing, he hurriedly removed his eyes and closed his eyelids.

The cheats were closed again with both hands.

The tingling sensation in the eyeballs slowly recovered under the operation of the true qi.

Zhang Yuan's heart swelled.

What kind of spiritual martial arts is this?

Otherwise, how could there be such a feeling.

After reading for a long time, he could only barely see three lines of handwriting.

[Killing the magic knife, cutting people's lives, cutting their own lives, cutting the destiny of heaven, the law against the sky, the knife of life, giving birth to vitality in despair, cutting the boundary between life and death'']

Seeing this, the limit of his eyes was already about to be reached.

But in just a few words, he still couldn't help but be speechless.

Not to mention the true power of this secret realm, this general outline alone is full of forced taste.

"I understand how to kill people, what the hell is cutting your own life?"

Zhang Yuan said secretly.

Is this really a Buddhist miracle?

It can't be that Shaolin captured it from some big devil, right?

I sat with my eyes closed for half an hour before the pain in my eyes completely dissipated.

Again, he watched as he had just done.

Time is fast.

The night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, a huge piece of news caused a sensation throughout Shaolin.

Last night, someone stole the scriptures, and the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion was destroyed miserably.

The entire level nearly broke, with deep footprints appearing, nearly kicked through.

Countless monks were shocked and discussed, and various voices spread throughout Shaolin.

However, they were reassured that some important books had not been stolen or destroyed.

"Who the hell is it?

"This is the idea of taking advantage of the fact that our Shaolin powerhouses are busy sealing, so we want to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

"Has the identity of the gangster been confirmed?"

"I don't know, according to what Uncle Huihai said, there is more than one group of people, after those people mixed into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, they killed each other, and there were a total of four gangsters, but unfortunately they were so powerful that they all escaped. ”

"What, there are so many people, are there any cheats stolen?"

"Uncle Huihai said, except for some scriptures and cheats that were scattered, there are many others, and he also found one thing, that is, the people who stole the scriptures last night were all seriously injured after killing each other. ”

"In that case, we can use this to lock down the identity of the scripture thief. ”

Countless people are talking about it.

in the room.

Zhang Yuan closed the cheats again, his eyes tingled, and Jiuyang's true qi was running over and over again, recovering his eyes while listening to all kinds of discussions outside.

He frowned slightly.

Didn't catch one?

Then this group of Shaolin warrior monks is too weak.

I've already shaken them all to serious injuries, and I'm still being walked away?

However, there was one thing that surprised him slightly.

Obviously lost a cheats, why did Shaolin say that there was nothing less?

Is this not a public desire?

Zhang Yuan pondered for a moment, recalling the content in his mind.

In one night, this secret realm was only halfway over.

I have to say that the content of the first half is indeed extremely concise, and it looks mysterious and obscure.

If you watch it for another night today, you should be able to finish it all.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the hospital.

"Is Zhang Shaoxia here?"

An old voice sounded outside the courtyard.

Zhang Yuan instantly heard the coming.

Let the clouds go!

The other party is finally done.