flstandardbreds Chapter 315 Hong Xiao ran away
Chapter 315 Hong Xiao ran away
The ruins of the Yuling Sect may seem deserted, but in fact the real treasures are hidden in the main hall by the old turtle.
Although the Yuling Sect was destroyed, the library still exists.
All the jade slips containing tens of millions of skills, magical powers, elixirs, and formation diagrams in the sect are there. They are all skills and magical powers from thousands of years ago. They have been lost for a thousand years with the demise of the Yuling Sect.
Therefore, the overlap between these martial arts books and what Bai Lan has learned in his mind is very low, and the overlap between the martial arts below the Xuan level and the martial arts in Bai Lan's mind is only 5%.
He directly handed over the task of moving the mountain gate to Li Xunxian and Diwu Yin, and Bai Lan plunged into the library.
He began to save and load the files in the same way and study the skills.
In the process of studying martial arts day after day, for Li Xunxian and Diwu Yin, Bai Lan only spent one day in the library.
For Bai Lan, several years had passed in the blink of an eye.
When a cultivator goes into seclusion, he must abandon all worldly thoughts and must not interrupt his seclusion or force himself to leave.
In such a state, the cultivator can quickly achieve the unity of man and nature, and can achieve twice the result with half the effort in studying the techniques.
Therefore, she began to retreat from the moment she entered the library to archive the files.
In the past, after reading files in the library thousands or tens of thousands of times, although the body would be fine, the soul would feel tired.
But as her cultivation level gradually increased, her soul also gradually became stronger. Even if she reloaded the game tens of thousands of times, her state of mind remained calm.
Good news, there are three volumes of heaven-level martial arts in the Yuling Sect's library, namely the Yunyang Absolute Flame Art, the Nine-Turn Wandering Spear Art, and the Guangmu Miaofa Heart Sutra.
Bad news, she already had two of them.
She had already obtained the Meteoric Absolute Flame Technique and the Nine-Turn Wandering Spear Technique earlier. The former was taught by the old turtle, and the latter was taught by her limited-time master Zi Ling Zhenren.
The other jade slip contained a volume of heavenly secret techniques, the Guangmu Miaofa Heart Sutra, but it was a fragmentary volume.
This Heart Sutra is a Buddhist practice, and only people with strong spiritual awareness can practice this technique.
Although Bai Lan only has the first level in his hand, it is just the first level of the Guangmu Miaofa Heart Sutra, but it has two magical powers at the same time: to shock demons and evil spirits and to see through false things.
Bai Lan used to like to apply the Wuxiang Gong to his eyes. His eyes would emit golden light, and when he glanced around, he would kill a lot of ghosts. The evil cultivators, ghost cultivators, and demon cultivators would all be dazzled when they saw him.
And this Heart Sutra of Broad Eyes and Wonderful Dharma has enhanced this skill to some extent.
Seeing through the falsehood might mean...
Bai Lan's expression flashed, he saved the game on the spot, then flew out of the hall, pulled over Li Xunxian who was operating the Mountain Suppression Flag, and handed her a Disguise Pill.
"Xunxian, in my dream just now, I recalled the time when we first met, when you transformed into an old man. If possible, could you transform yourself into an old man again for me to see?"
Li Xunxian, who was busy, was speechless. He glanced at the pill in Bai Lan's hand and said faintly: "You really are..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Li Xunxian took the disguise pill and threw it into his mouth, then transformed into the appearance of a shrewd old man.
Bai Lan nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a red light flashed in his eyes.
Under the effect of the Guangmu Miaofa Heart Sutra, Li Xunxian, who had taken the disguise pill and turned into an old man, actually took off his disguise in front of her and revealed his original appearance.
Not only that, Bai Lan could vaguely see some black air coming out of the other person.
Could this be the evil spirit that the monks had in their hands? It was also the karma spirit mentioned by the Buddhists.
"Not bad, not bad." Bai Lan's expression flashed and he nodded with a smile.
Then she looked down at herself.
A dark cloud loomed over her, and the thick evil spirit on her body almost completely submerged her...
She was a foundation-building cultivator, but the evil spirit on her body even surpassed that of a former Jindan cultivator.
It must be God’s doing.
Bai Lan was silent for a moment, retracted his magical powers, and instantly loaded the game.
In a place like the world of cultivation, who doesn’t have blood on their hands?
But I don’t know what the use of this evil spirit is. It won’t be that the thunder tribulation will strike according to the concentration of the evil spirit, right?
"It's over! The remains of the Yuling Sect have all been moved into the Void Stone." Li Xunxian clapped his hands, walked to Bai Lan, and let out a long breath: "Look, it's been cleaned up, just as you said, not a single blade of grass is left."
"Well done!" Bai Lan nodded slightly and looked around. This secret place was already dark and empty, without even a blade of grass left.
Over the past thousands of years, countless people have mistakenly entered this secret realm for trials, and even more people have been able to pass the three levels of trials before the main hall. True Person Zi Ling is one of them.
However, she only got a copy of the Heavenly Grade Spear Technique from the Yuling Sect's library, but had no chance to inherit the true heritage of the Yuling Sect.
Because she is not the girl of destiny.
The old turtle would not come out early or late, but he just happened to come out when Bai Ling accidentally entered this secret place.
Fortunately, she was well prepared and did not miss this opportunity.
at the same time.
The He Gui in the Demon Palace is flirting with Bai Ling.
"Ling'er, I want to tell you a good news."
Bai Ling, with red eyes, looked up at He Gui.
"Your good master, Qingyuan Sect's number one swordsman in the Jindan stage, True Man Qingxuan, has fallen at the hands of an evil cultivator." After He Gui finished speaking, he stared at Bai Ling, not missing a single expression on her face.
Sure enough, after hearing the news, Bai Ling looked incredulous for a moment and kept shaking her head: "No, it's impossible, you are lying to me!"
"When have I ever lied to you? A mere Jindan cultivator is nothing but an ant. You claim to be the number one in Jindan swordsmanship, but you are just so-so." He Gui sneered.
He already knew that Bai Ling had deep feelings for Master Qing Xuan, so he was deliberately trying to make her give up the idea.
Bai Ling's face turned pale, her head buzzed, a trace of blood flowed out of her mouth, and tears fell like beads.
"No, Master, Master is so powerful, and he has the protection of his great master, how could he die? No, I don't believe it..." Bai Ling murmured, her mind no longer clear.
When He Gui saw Bai Ling like this, he suddenly panicked. A look of pity flashed across his eyes. He wanted to help Bai Ling, but she pushed him away forcefully.
"I don't want to see you again! Go away, go away!" Bai Ling cried sadly and shouted resolutely.
A cold look flashed in He Gui's eyes, and he was about to step forward and grab Bai Ling's wrist, but his ensuing forceful action was abruptly interrupted by a shout from the great elder outside the hall.
"Great Elder! Master Hong Xiao has fled the Demon Palace at some point and is nowhere to be found! The news was discovered by Bai Lian, a foundation-building deacon from the inner hall who was out for training. Her cultivation level was not as good as Hong Xiao's, so she lost track of her and had no choice but to report the matter to the higher authorities."
A foundation-building deacon stood outside the hall and reported in a deep voice.