I have to say that "Yin and Yang Divination" is indeed a very tempting Taoism, although it does not have any lethality, but it is only a technique to avoid evil and avoid evil, which is enough to attract people to practice it, not to mention that the use of "Yin and Yang Divination" can also cultivate the legendary Yin and Yang Qi Pupil, by watching the flow of Yin and Yang Qi between heaven and earth and how much to judge where the treasure may exist, it is really the best choice for treasure hunting.

Of course, the four major exercises that Xia Mu is practicing now are far above the "Yin and Yang Divination", so naturally he has no intention of abolishing the Dao Foundation and transferring to other exercises.

However, some of the secret techniques in this Taoist book about tracking people or covering up qi and disturbing the cause and effect of yin and yang can be learned, after all, maybe there will be a day when they will be used.

After silently writing down the secrets in several yin and yang divination hexagrams in his heart, Xia Mu did not hesitate to pick up the next Taoist book "The True Scripture of the Great Mixed Cave".

In this way, Xia Mu finished reading one, comprehending one, and then moved on to the next one, because he didn't need to cultivate, so his reading speed was amazingly fast.

In fact, the Taoist books collected in the small book world are not limited to combat Taoist books, and there are also miscellaneous books that record the famous spiritual treasures, elixirs, fierce beasts, super strong people, and so on.

These books don't seem to have much effect on Xia Mu, but in fact, what Xia Mu lacks now, now that he has just entered the Chaos Sea, it is when his eyes are blackened, these Taoist books that record the detailed situation of the Chaos Sea are definitely timely rain.

In this way, Xia Mu flipped through one Taoist book after another, quickly enriching his body, and the cognition of the Chaos Sea in his mind gradually changed from vague to clear.

And when Xia Mu was looking through the Taoist books in the small book world, there were also "people" secretly observing him.

"Xiao Chunqiu, how is it?"

In the depths of the void that Xia Mu couldn't see, a girl in a black dress with crooked eyebrows and eyes looked at a cloud of white light beside her, and she could vaguely see that in the depths of this spiritual light, a spiritual pen that exuded an ancient and eternal aura was wrapped.

"It's still far from Shengbi. ”

The spirit pen in the white light emanated, faintly with disdain.

"Hehe, it's unfair for you to say that, the saint seems to be inferior to him at his age. The girl in the black dress covered her mouth and smiled, like a mirror in her heart.

"Hmph, the saint started from scratch back then, how can this kid compare?" Lingbi snorted coldly, and the white light wrapped its body into a streamer and disappeared into the depths of the small book world.

"Little Tsundere, you were so unruly when the saint was there, and now that people are dead, you miss the old love. The girl in the black dress muttered, and also followed behind the spirit pen, turning into a black light and submerging into the depths of the small book world.

In fact, it was not only the Spring and Autumn Pen and the girl in the black dress who secretly observed Xia Mu, but the other psychic Taoist books and Dao treasures were more secretive, and their true bodies did not appear, obviously they had their own ideas.

Xia Mu naturally didn't know that he had become the object of observation by a group of old antiques in the small book world, at this time he was in a mysterious and mysterious wonderful realm, his mind was empty, only one by one mysterious ancient texts were beating in his mind, expounding the three thousand avenues of the heavens and the twelve hundred and eighty-eight thousand paths.

It can be seen that in this wonderful realm, a little bit of wisdom began to gather in the center of his eyebrows, and the crystallization of the wisdom of countless ancients flowed through his heart and turned into a trace of perception and precipitation.

These avenue perceptions accumulated more and more, and finally the light of wisdom in Xia Mu's eyebrows became brighter and brighter, and there was a thick and deep aura emanating from it.

And as Xia Mu read more and more Taoist books, the light of wisdom in his eyebrows became more and more intense, and at the end, he actually gathered together to form a flame-like form, and it could be faintly seen that countless characters were floating in the flame of wisdom, and the dross was washed away, and only the true essence of the Great Dao was left.

This is the fire of wisdom, and it has incredible effect.

Compared with those genius demon cultivators who were born in ancient forces and were focused on cultivating as soon as they were born, Xia Mu may not be inferior in terms of qualifications, understanding, luck, and means, but his knowledge is far inferior.

That feeling, just like the new forces and the Ten Thousand Years Sect, the new forces may not be inferior to the Ten Thousand Years Sect in terms of financial resources, but the interpersonal relationships that others have managed for thousands of years, as well as the valuable experience inherited in the face of various difficulties, these are incomparable to the new forces, so often when they encounter a catastrophe of life and death, the fastest ones are usually those new forces, and the Ten Thousand Years Sect, because of the relationship between the background, may be greatly damaged, but they are often able to survive the crisis, and then prosper again.

Xia Mu's encounters over the years are actually no different from those new forces, he has gained too much, but he has no time to digest and precipitate well, and later inherited the inheritance of the Holy Dao system, and suddenly knew that the catastrophe of heaven and earth was coming, everything of this kind actually brought him an inexplicable sense of crisis and oppression.

In the same way, Xia Mu's current strength in the face of the catastrophe of heaven and earth is not much stronger than that of ants, knowing the existence of the catastrophe of heaven and earth in advance, he can't help but feel panic in his heart, and there is a sense of oppression, although these things are not shown on weekdays, they can be accumulated to a certain extent, and sooner or later they will explode, and at that time, these negative emotions may become the last straw that crushes Xia Mu.

Now in this small book world, in the vast ocean of wisdom like a sea of smoke, Xia Mu can finally open his mind and absorb all kinds of cultivation knowledge, the knowledge of the Shinto period, the immortal period, the holy path period, and the knowledge in various reincarnations.

precipitated his own body, and finally condensed the fire of wisdom.

Wisdom, invisible and intangible, but real, and the spiritual realm, wisdom is also a kind of power, with great wisdom, such as the victory in hand, strategizing thousands of miles away, this is not only a kind of ability, but also a kind of confidence.

Now, Xia Mu, who has condensed the fire of wisdom, has a good mind, and has a slight calculation in his heart about all kinds of changes that may be encountered in the future.

Of course, these changes are actually nothing in the eyes of those old antiques in the small book world, unless they gather fire into an eye and condense the eye of wisdom, otherwise they can't look at it.

But no matter what, Xia Mu at this time did benefit a lot, his body was surrounded by ancient texts, wrapped around it, blooming with wisps of wisdom light, the light penetrated into his body, as if bathing and purifying, expelling all the darkness hidden in his body.

Faintly, there is an indescribable smell of books permeating the air, which makes people feel refreshed, as if they have breathed extremely fresh air.

"What is this?"

A group of Taoist books that had been secretly observing Xia Mu exclaimed in unison, and one of the white-haired and fat old men suddenly got up, and the ancient books under his feet kept flipping, showing his inner unrest.