In the tea room, Fan Yue's godless eyes gradually regained their brilliance, and a few traces of fear flashed, he didn't know what happened just now, his body was controlled by others as if it was not his own.

He didn't even dare to revoke the protective aura on his body, and he kept it up, and said gratefully to the landing butler: "Thank you godfather for saving your life!" After speaking, he bowed and thanked him.

Steward Lu accepted this salute, nodded and admonished: "You must be careful when you come here alone in the future, don't be careless, this is not only the place where the evil immortal body dies or the foundation of the Butterfly Killing Sect, in case something irreparable happens, you take the treasure and go first!"

"What?!" Fan Yue exclaimed, he didn't expect his godfather to teach him like this, and the implication was that when he encountered a force majeure situation, he came over and left with the treasure, regardless of the butterfly killing faction.

The two looked at each other, both surprised by the decision in each other's hearts.

Far away in the Butterfly Killing Sect's Scripture Pavilion, Luotian was on the first floor, holding a book scroll and reading it with relish, nodding and shaking his head from time to time, and said in his mouth: "I didn't expect the Butterfly Killing Sect to have such a peerless genius as Black Sword Martial Arts, Dragon Butterfly Demon King, what kind of person are you, don't even let go of your own apprentice, let him suppress the evil immortal, hehe, have time to find it." ”

As he spoke, he put down the scroll, and in just a few breaths, he had finished reading, and the title of the book was "Miscellaneous Essays on the Case of the Dragon Butterfly".

At this time, Fan Yue didn't know that their secret was inadvertently seen clearly by Luotian, and Steward Lu found it in this book.

In this all-encompassing place, where there are no exercises and cheats, only the historical past, Luotian has learned too many things.

In just half a month, Luotian has read half of the books here, but he has never found what he wants.

He is not in a hurry, anyway, sooner or later there will be a day to finish reading, and if you want to hurry, he will not reach it, holding the scroll in his hand, crossing Erlang's legs, looking calm and enjoying it very much.

When he picked up the scroll next to him and was about to read it at a speed as usual, he was faced with a row of large golden characters, the Elder Scrolls.

Suddenly, with a face in front of him, the whole person sat up instantly, it took him so long to come across such a scroll with the words of antiquity, the others are all books of about a thousand years, antiquity is tens of thousands of years ago, there is no comparison.

"Have you found a book?" thought to the falling sky. With a nervous mood, I turned the first page, and the words on it were the same as those surrounding the book spirit, which was complicated and difficult to understand, and it was all ancient texts.

Written by animal hair stained with paint, it is disorganized, but one word at a time.

Fortunately, I have read a lot of books before, and there are also explanations on the reading and writing of ancient texts, which lays a solid foundation for him to recognize words and read sentences.

After reading the ancient text, it was disassembled and recombined in the brain after falling into the sky, and finally became the commonly used Chinese language in the mainland.

It's written, the Elder Scrolls are left by me for my back, I am the great elder of the Dragon Butterfly Clan, located in the center of the southwest deviation, in charge of a territory of hundreds of thousands of miles, one of the top ten tribes, the neighboring Qilin tribe and the Blood Bat clan are friendly with our era, and I have recently discovered that I am plotting against the enemy, and it is difficult to find the reason, which makes people sad and sad.

In just one page, it briefly describes that some ancient tribes are gone, and the method of meridian operation is not even a single hair.

Luotian suddenly felt the different styles of the ancient era, they didn't have a sect, they were all tribe-based, and what does this Dragon Butterfly tribe have to do with the Dragon Butterfly Demon King?

So he called out to the little devil and asked, "Little devil, do you know about the Dragon Butterfly tribe?"

The sleeping little devil opened his eyes very reluctantly, turned over again, adjusted his sleeping position, and muttered: "Of course I know, one of the ten major tribes, with a trillion male soldiers, all of them are the best spiritual roots, okay, check it yourself, don't disturb your demon master's sleep." ”

With the sound of snoring, I don't care about the falling sky at all.

Xiao Mo didn't say anything, so he had to look down by himself, flip through the second page, and be stunned, this page was actually not, looking at the torn marks, it can be speculated that it was torn off a long time ago.

At this time, Luotian's curiosity was even heavier, and he looked at the third page, which was not torn, and was scribbled and painted, and some words became blurred.

It is described like this, our clan gets a treasure, destroys a clan, it is really greedy and damned, some people try in vain to resist the will of heaven, how do you know that the destiny of heaven cannot be violated, I decided to start a war with the Qilin clan and the blood bat clan, the matter is man-made, I am unwilling, I want to lead the clan to fight for an eternal life and eternal heaven and earth!

The content is here, the monk Luotian Erzhang is puzzled, looking at the clouds, what treasures, who resists the will of heaven, what is he fighting for.

Continuing to turn back, the fourth and fifth pages were torn off, and the sixth page was another paragraph, which said.

I sent tens of thousands of clansmen to design a pit to kill 50 million people of the Qilin and Blood Bat clansmen, and my heart hurt terribly, these are all brothers in the past, why do you want to fight each other with swords now, is that thing so important? It is worth you to do this kind of thing! Knowing the truth will only make you despair!"

This is already a war, although Luotian doesn't know what to say, but the battle between the Dragon Butterfly tribe and the other two clans is still clearly visible.

There was no page until the tenth page, and the middle was torn, which made Luotian extremely depressed.

Continue to translate, it reads, I have been in the sun for ten years, cut off the head of the great elder of the Qilin tribe, killed hundreds of billions of enemies and shed rivers of blood, won a complete victory, the blood bat tribe could not retreat, retreat without fighting, when everyone was cheering for the victory, I wept bitterly, because I cut my only best friend, I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't do anything, the rest of the seven tribes began to eye, come on! Come on! Everything has its own laws!

This paragraph is very sad, killing his only friend with his own hands, and the sky can't do it, staring at the yellowed pages in a daze, as if there are various pictures in front of him, and what he sees and feels when he sees the Great Elder of the Dragon Butterfly with his own eyes.

Turning it back, all of it was torn off, until the last page, there were dense ancient texts, all the front and back, and the sky was serious, this strong man who had never met before, his resourcefulness and strength were powerful representatives in ancient times, no matter what it was, the ambition to lead the clansmen to fight bravely made him awe.

But the first sentence made him a little melancholy.

I was defeated, I lost the heaven and earth, I was defeated by myself, the seven major tribes Qinglong, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Xuanwu, Heavenly Wolf, Overlord Sword, and Absolute Sword rose up to attack, even if my clan is a hot-blooded man, but also two fists are invincible with four hands, falling on the battlefield, blood gathered on the ground, as if I can see the dragon butterfly soul dancing, my heart is dead, the same as all relatives, but before I die, I want to take away those murderers whose hands are stained with the blood of the clansmen.

The soul of the dragon butterfly is not gone, how can our clan be easily destroyed, this ugly behavior will eventually be announced to the world, and everyone who sees this passage in the next paragraph, please look carefully, look carefully......

This is the end of it, followed by an inexplicable passage, and there is still a little black mark on the page, which is produced by blood dripping on it and drying.

Luo Tian's brows tightened, and he found a strange thing, there was no name in it, no name, was it torn? Is someone trying to cover up something?

There are too many connections, messy, and seemingly unrelated, but Luotian always feels that they are interrelated, the Butterfly Killing Faction, the Dragon Butterfly Demon King, the Black Sword Martial Arts Light Yang, the Dragon Butterfly Tribe and the other nine major tribes, there is a core point missing in the middle that connects them.

Shaking his head vigorously, he knew that he was thinking too much about it again, and I would talk about it later.

The great elder of the dragon butterfly tribe said twice and looked carefully, which made Luotian very incomprehensible, looked left and right, and didn't find any important information, so he read it out loud and said: "In the past life, the dream of this life, people have thirteen veins of strange scriptures, one vein is the heavens and the bottom, and the other vein is the rain and the earth is empty. ”

No one can understand it from ancient times to the present, after the dragon butterfly tribe was wiped out in ancient times, everyone did not find that crucial treasure, and only this poem was left for them, the beginning is very simple, everyone will know the method of meridian operation, but no one understands the last four sentences, and the butterfly killing sect does not know.

The whole continent has been searched, but I haven't found this place called the Butterfly Killing Sect, from generation to generation, the ancient times have passed, there are many sects, and the practice of cultivating immortals has also changed, and anyone who sees this book can't understand the ancient qi cultivation method.

So by accident, it fell into his hands.

However, Luo Tian didn't know that this was exactly what he longed for in his dreams, and after reading it aloud three times, he secretly wondered if this Butterfly Killing Sect was a Butterfly Killing Sect?

Could it be that the Great Elder of the Dragon Butterfly Clan knew tens of thousands of years ago that there would be a Butterfly Killing Sect in the future? And the book is here? It's unbelievable.

I really couldn't think of anything, I couldn't see the tricks, so I simply gave up and delayed time.

When he closed the book and was about to put it down, the book spirit that had been following him made a thumping sound, and Luotian hurriedly turned his head to look at it, and found that it was like a balloon, sometimes big and sometimes small, fat and thin people switching back and forth, which was quite interesting.

Who would have thought, the book spirit suddenly rushed towards the falling sky, where did the falling sky react, it was too close, and the whole person was directly covered in the mist.

He didn't know why the book spirit did this, so he held his breath and ran forward, extremely fast, the wind howling in his ears, shuttling back and forth in the huge scripture pavilion, trying to get rid of the book spirit.

But it was like a dog skin plaster, sticking to the sky, no matter how you shake it, you can't shake it off, and the circle of golden ancient texts slowly turns, exuding a faint light.

Seeing that it was no longer possible to get rid of it, Luo Tian grabbed it with his hands, but no matter how he grabbed it, those ancient texts were like living, slipping out of his hands, and it was useless.

Luo Tian was anxious, he didn't know what Shu Ling wanted to do, what if he murdered himself?

Just as he was about to unleash a more powerful move, the scroll in his hand shone with a faint golden light, echoing the ancient text on the book spirit's body.

In this situation, Luotian seems to have thought of something.