When his gaze was restored again, the water and sky of Tianjing Lake had disappeared, and the sun had also left him, and the light appeared dim.

The place where the foot stands is a black stone staircase, the fifty zhang wide staircase falls into the sky and stands on it, it is a little small, the high walls on both sides are towering, you can't see the top when you look up, it is dark, the high wall is spliced together by the night pearls.

The green light, all the way down the stairs to the bottom, is beautiful and dazzling, as charming as the light sprinkled by the Nine Heavens Xuanyue, but it is softer than the cold moonlight.

Luotian turned his head and found that there was a stone wall behind him, there was no place to leave, and he didn't care, he turned around and walked down the stairs, muttering in his mouth: "Is that what Senior Ya said just now? Let me do it again?"

"That's right, the transmission of divine consciousness is the power that the Jin Dan period has, I think the reason why he changed his attitude has something to do with your Golden Horn Butterfly, no, to be precise, it is related to the Dragon Butterfly Demon King. At this time, the little devil gave an answer.

At this time, the little devil in Zhihai stood on the edge of the golden horn butterfly, looking left and right, with an interested expression.

As the demon spirit root of a thousand-year-old monster, he could see a lot of cats, and the changes in the tooth array were obvious, so he casually mentioned it to Luotian.

He sees many things thoroughly, but he won't tell Luotian, otherwise he will form a sense of dependence after a long time, and it will be troublesome if he loses his opinion, and he will be tired to death.

After the little devil's pointing, Luotian recalled the previous things, the most obvious change in the tooth array, even when he checked the spirit root, suddenly did not continue to check, plus the last sentence, he understood in an instant that there was some kind of connection between the tooth array and the dragon butterfly demon king, and he just needed to understand the demon king.

"It seems that I have a deep relationship with the Butterfly Killing Sect, hehe. Luotian said playfully.

Then he put this matter behind him, and what he had to do now was how to find what he wanted in the huge Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the many books.

"Da Da Da!" the footsteps of the stairs under the sky were crisp and loud, and there was a slight echo, but it was too quiet around to highlight the sound of shoes stepping on the ground.

Keep going down, I don't know how deep, how long the stairs are, the scene has not changed, the green wall stairs seem to be waiting for you not far in front of you forever, and when you walk, you find that there is still an endless feeling in front of you.

Loneliness and loneliness are things that immortal cultivators must overcome, and Luotian has done a good job, not surprised, without showing any impatience, on the contrary, looking around with curiosity, secretly thinking about how big this scripture pavilion is, and walking more than a kilometer just by walking the stairs.

Then he began to run forward, because the Hidden Scripture Pavilion forbade the use of aura, otherwise he would want to urge the dragon butterfly halberd.

Even if the foot running speed is very fast, the strong body, one step is still more than ten zhang away, it is still easy and casual, the sky is not in a hurry, and it is very comfortable to sway.

A stick of incense passed, two pillars of incense, three sticks of incense, and the falling sky changed from surprise to shock, with consternation in his eyes, and sighed: "This staircase is too long! It hasn't been here for so long? How big is this underground!"

He knew very well how far he had run, and he was a little hot all over, and if it was too long, he would eventually have a little impatience, and if nothing else, he would feel a headache for the cookie-cutter scene in front of him.

The little devil suddenly sneered and said: "Hehe, don't underestimate this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, boy, calm down and go on, everything the Dragon Butterfly Demon King does is earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, although it is worse than the old man, cough cough, to be serious, it is said that the Dragon Butterfly Demon King forged the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion into a Dao treasure, which is a realm of its own and powerful to the sky." ”

"Refining the Hidden Scripture Pavilion into a Dao Treasure?" Luo Tian suddenly became interested, and what he liked most was to learn about the things in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

This is exactly the effect of the little devil, by using some stories to divert the attention of the falling sky, so that he does not always focus on the journey.

When a person walks on the road at the end of the unknown, thinking only about how to reach the end, it means that his state of mind has been deviated, people are like this, often ignore their side, always think unrealistic, but they don't know that the process is the most important, just walk and walk.

Then, the little devil continued: " When the Dragon Butterfly Demon King snatched tens of millions of that exercise and put it into this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I also laughed at him, hahaha, said that he even picked up garbage, who would have thought that this person was a genius, and thought of using the exercises and scriptures to integrate into the ordinary solid wood and stone stacked up of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and forcefully use the Taoist spirituality that comes with the exercises, activate every brick and tile, and turn them from mortal things to spiritual objects。 ”

Hearing this, Luotian suddenly stopped, not running, as a person with high understanding, he never thought that what the little devil said was really telling a story, chatting for no reason, there must be some kind of meaning in it.

The speed returned to the original state again, walking slowly, walking closely, walking, slender fingers across the night pearls, thinking in the head, feeling, the changes around him, and miracle flowers will be born in the ordinary.

If reading books is a kind of promotion, then every brick and tile of the Zangjing Pavilion is also a kind of improvement, and suddenly, Luotian's heart is smooth, and his eyes are no longer only focused on the distance, looking down at his feet.

Only then did I realize that with each step, a footprint lit up on the steps, flashing with a pale green light, and slowly disappeared after a few seconds.

Everything has a spirit, and this scripture pavilion is even more so, when the sky falls and closes his eyes, he holds his hand on the wall, and no longer looks with his eyes, but with his heart.

He didn't know if the disciples of the Butterfly Killing Sect were so hard to work with him every time they came in, maybe it was because he was not a disciple of the Butterfly Killing Sect that he was made difficult.

Luotian, who cultivated too low, couldn't see an illusory figure above his head, looming in the sky, only the little devil could see it, and it was speculated that this figure should be the book spirit of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and it was estimated that Luotian had the inheritance of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King on his body, and he was naturally contaminated with a trace of breath, so he would smell it, and he didn't have bad intentions, so he didn't rush to make a move, and wanted to see what it was going to do.

The stairs can never be finished, presumably it is the ghost it did, the little devil did not stop it, so that he can exercise the heart of the falling sky, and continue to observe what this book spirit wants to do.

As a result, Luotian's behavior disappointed him, and he was played around by the book spirit, and he had no choice but to remind him out loud, otherwise he would never be able to get out.

This happened without the knowledge of the falling sky, at this time, he closed his eyes and walked for a while, and he could vaguely feel the fluctuations of his fingers and soles of his feet, as if stepping on the water, quite tense, and then his body appeared to be surrounded by some kind of energy, not as relaxed as the aura, there was a feeling of oppression.

One step, two steps, three steps, I don't know how long it has been, time and space seem to have stopped, and suddenly the depressed feeling disappears as I walk, and the palms placed on the wall can't touch the night pearls, and there is no tension under my feet.

The corners of Luotian's mouth rose slightly, and he secretly said that he had come out, slowly opened his eyes, and a huge open area came into view, he didn't find that there was an emerald green smoke above his head slowly disappearing, and the little devil stared at the book spirit until he left.

Now he is in charge of the other place, and now all his mind is on everything in front of him.

Layer by layer, building by building, like a bookcase like a tall building, dozens of floors are obvious, hundreds of floors are also several, horizontal and vertical are all books, all kinds, countless books bring a fresh and natural taste, how much knowledge is contained in it, no one can imagine.

Between these bookshelves, towering trees rise from the ground, intertwined and interspersed in the gaps, as a bridge of friendship between the two bookshelves, where they can touch each other.

Green meadows, passion flowers, birds and branches, this place is like a natural bookstore, perfectly combined with nature.

The most novel thing that makes the falling sky feel is how the sun comes in, I looked around in the sky and didn't see where the sun was, but there was a blue sky and white clouds, I felt that there was no sun very strange, no, it should be how there would be a blue sky and white clouds in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

So he said to the little devil, "Little devil, is this in the house, or has it been teleported somewhere outside?"

"Smack!" Xiao Mo held his forehead with his hand, looked at the appearance of a fool, looked at the falling sky, and said helplessly: "This is not to blame you, you can only blame the dragon butterfly, his understanding of the formation can reach the point of creating something out of nothing, but as long as it is not an immortal, there is a manpower exhausted, the sky and white clouds you see are reflected by Tianjing Lake, and the dragon butterfly will not waste precious resources in this kind of place to make a real one, so the formation is only with the mapping ability, but even so, the subtlety of the formation is still difficult to distinguish between true and false." ”

Once again, he popularized the matter of the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, and Luotian felt that there was no one he wouldn't, an all-knowing and all-powerful existence.

"Why is there no sun, because the sun is too spiritual, it is almost impossible to replicate it, as for the grass and trees, just plant some of them, and they will naturally grow like this in eight hundred years. After the little devil finished speaking, he shook his head, disgusted with the sky, how did his IQ degenerate.

Luotian didn't care what the little devil was thinking, and after getting the answer he wanted, his eyes were full of confidence, there must be something he needed in these books.

The first floor of the Scripture Pavilion was extremely wide, accommodating countless tall bookshelves, and Luotian finally understood why the Butterfly Killing Sect's Scripture Pavilion only had a square stone gate and Tianjing Lake.

It turns out that this attic was built upside down, the roof is in the deepest part of the ground, and the entrance is just outside the surface, the first floor is so huge, and what kind of scenery is the second, third, and fourth floors, which makes people want to find out.

It's a pity that he promised the Butterfly Killing Sect Sect Master that it was only on the first floor, and there was no way to complete the whole picture of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Hurriedly shook his head and eliminated distracting thoughts, now is not the time to think about this, so many books, one by one, it will take a lot of time, and his brain hurts when he thinks of this.

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