Chapter VIII Choice
"At that time, I will be waiting for my brother in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Xiao Jian smiled at Ji Fan and said that he was proud that he had found a disciple for the sect who could even find out the array eye.
Gu Qinyuan looked at the smugness on Xiao Jian's face, revealing a little disdain.
"Three passages, it looks like we should go our separate ways. ”
She pointed closer to the left and led Sanxiu into the lead.
Xiao Jian said goodbye to Ji Fan and took the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect into the middle passage.
And Xu Lin and the others, who were walking with Xu Fenghu before, did not choose Guqin Yuan's blessing, but followed Ji Fan and chose the third channel.
Ji Fan's impression of Xu Lin was not bad, he felt that this little fat man was quite reliable, but it was not enough for him to let down his vigilance, so he naturally kept an extra eye.
The four of them walked into the passage of the stone wall.
The concentration of spiritual power in the passage was higher than that in the main hall, and there were huge figures carved on the stone walls on both sides, which seemed to record something great, but Ji Fan stared at it for a long time, and he didn't see any doorway.
Xu Lin and the others didn't think that there would be anything hidden in this mural, but they rushed in anxiously, for fear that the treasure in front of them would be taken away by others.
The four of them began to quicken their pace, and the passage in front of them gradually widened, turning into a room with countless books on display.
"It's an ancient script. One of Xu Lin's brothers exclaimed, "Brother, now we have it!"
Xu Lin nodded with a smile, and glanced at Ji Fan intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye.
Ji Fan's contact with Gu Qinyuan and Xiao Jian was previously seen by him, although he didn't know why the two big disciples of the sect valued this kid in the early stage of the Spirit Land Realm so much, but there must be a reason for it.
Xu Lin decided to have a good relationship with Ji Fan. If Ji Fan grows into a towering tree in the future, he may still be able to stay below to enjoy the shade.
"Little brother Ji Fan, why don't we divide this ancient magic text equally? The three of us will take fifty percent, and you will take fifty percent alone, how about it?" Xu Lin smiled and rubbed his hands, although he was a little unhappy, but in order to get a steady stream of benefits in the future, he was still willing to cut his love.
Ji Fan was silent and gently opened these ancient magic texts.
Although these ancient demonic texts have the same outer packaging as those of the Vast Sect, the content recorded in them is indeed very miscellaneous, and most of the lifestyles, landscapes, and humanities and history have nothing to do with cultivation.
Ji Fan was on the innermost bookshelf when he saw some ancient magic texts related to martial arts. He also found that one of them was more than three times thicker than the average one, and when he opened it, Ji Fan's heart trembled slightly, and the content in it turned out to be the language of the world that was interpreted in ancient magic scripts.
If this kind of book is taken by other people to study, maybe more people will know about the ancient magic script in the future, which will be troublesome.
After seeing Xu Lin, Ji Fan pointed to the two ancient magic texts on the innermost shelf, and said, "I only need a little bit of it, and I will give you the rest." ”
"But then again, can you understand these ancient scriptures, and is there any use in bringing them back?" he asked tentatively.
Xu Lin saw that Ji Fan only had ancient magic texts on the two bookshelves there, and his heart suddenly blossomed. "Brother Ji Fan, haven't you heard that these ancient magic words can be exchanged for spirit crystals?"
Ji Fan shook his head.
"Naturally, we can't understand these ancient magic texts, but this is indeed something that the Huang family and other major families are looking after, and we collect these things, and we can exchange them for a lot of spirit crystals for cultivation. Xu Lin explained.
Could it be that those families have already learned Chinese characters and are able to read these so-called ancient magic scripts?
Ji Fan gently closed the book in his hand, and there was a little more vigilance against the Huang family in his heart. In the future, even if it wasn't for Yue'er, he and the Huang family would have an inseparable contradiction because of this ancient demonic text.
While Ji Fan was thinking about it, the three Xu Lin brothers had already begun to freely load the books into the storage bag, and Ji Fan also began to put the ancient magic texts on the two bookshelves into the storage bag.
All the ancient scripts on the shelves were swept away, and the four of them walked through the area and walked up a similar passage as before.
The walls are still covered with those unsettling murals, and the spiritual power is getting stronger and stronger, and the speed of spiritual power loss in the body is nearly three times faster.
After walking for a while, Ji Fan and the four of them saw a rich white light at the end of the passage, and there was a faint shouting sound in the white light.
The four hesitated for a moment, then sped up and ran towards the white light.
The intersecting of fine iron mixed with shouts echoed on the stone wall of the passage, and the closer he got to the white light, the faster Ji Fan felt the loss of spiritual power in his body.
Stepping into the white light, the four found that they had already exited the passage, and their temporarily blind eyes that were flashed by the dazzling white light gradually recovered. Ji Fan saw the scene in the hall clearly, Xiao Jian and Gu Qinyuan each led a team against a tall giant, the hall no longer had its original appearance, huge potholes could be seen everywhere, and broken corpses were everywhere.
Ji Fan looked at the giant, he was covered in white light, and there were rounded lines on the surface of his body, which was almost the same as a human being, but he had no breath of life.
Each attack of the giant carried rolling spiritual power, and Xiao Jian and Gu Qinyuan, who had exhausted the spiritual power in their bodies, could only command the team with the weapons in their hands and their agile skills, constantly maneuvering with the giants.
Seeing the arrival of the four people, Xiao Jian's eyes burst into a burst of brilliance, and then disappeared again, what is the use of four more people?
At first, they also thought that they could deal with the two giants by relying on the advantage of being outnumbered, but when they found that the giants were able to draw spiritual power from the air, they couldn't help but feel a little desperate.
More and more people were killed by the giant's fist, and everyone knew that this treasure hunt would be more than lucky.
The three Xu Lin brothers joined Gu Qinyuan's team, because in them they saw Xu Fenghu, the captain of their original team, who was now covered in blood and wounds, constantly dodging under the giant's attack.
Ji Fan chose to join Xiao Jian's team, and he had a lot of affection for this team from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
"Brother Xiao, since you can't beat it, why don't you choose to go back the same way?" Ji Fan came to Xiao Jian's side, picked up the long sword on the ground to help the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect resist the heavy blows of the giants, and asked anxiously.
"That white light is a one-way formation, we come in, we can't get out. This ruin has no treasures except for some ancient magic scripts, and the people who built this place seem to want to bury all of us here. Xiao Jian watched the sect's juniors and disciples resisting hard, and couldn't help but sigh.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect had already died several disciples who had cultivated to the late stage of the Spirit Land Realm.
Ji Fan looked at the glowing giant, and always felt that the giant had a connection with the murals on the wall.