Scene change, Liu Zhengyang appears in a secret room.
It is said to be a secret room, but the internal space is still very large. What you see is two rows of bookshelves, on which are displayed all kinds of yellowing paper rolls.
These are the most valuable things in the ruins.
Compared with those treasures that can directly improve their strength, the words recorded on these scrolls are the most precious. After all, there may be a skill that makes people change their lives against the sky.
For the strong, any words that appear on these files that are helpful for cultivation may make a qualitative change in their strength!
These are the things they value most.
Liu Zhengyang didn't move. After taking back his eyes, he fell on the front table.
Above the table are three small brocade boxes.
The most important thing is that there is no sense of decay due to the passage of time.
Such power is mysterious.
An illusory figure suddenly appeared on the futon.
Although Liu Zhengyang can clearly feel that the other party does not have any strong breath of life, he feels that the other party is really alive.
"Hello!"
"Hello, senior!"
Although this is only a wisp of consciousness of the other party, Liu Zhengyang still maintains enough respect.
The old man nodded with satisfaction: "since you can come here, it shows that your basic skills have been very solid, but this realm is somewhat beyond my expectation!"
Speaking of this, the old man's expression became a little confused.
For him, the existence that can come here should at least have the strength of Taoism, but what about Liu Zhengyang? Xuanjing peak!
There seems to be no such day in his experience.
Fortunately, he is just a conscious body.
The reason why he still exists is that he still has his own task to complete.
"Although there are still some problems in your realm, since you can come here, it means that you can independently refine a quasi immortal pill! Oh, I don't know if you will call this name in future generations, but there shouldn't be much problem with your ability."
The conscious body took a deep look at Liu Zhengyang: "next, you will enter my fantasy and gradually experience the refining method of this pill! If you can gain something, you may succeed!"
After talking about the good conditions, the face of the conscious body became solemn: "if you can pass my test, everything here can be taken away by you, but if you can't pass, I'm sorry, I'll erase your consciousness and let you leave here!"
"I see!"
Liu Zhengyang arched his hand and said.
Obviously, this consciousness exists for the purpose of inheriting Kung Fu. It seems very normal to have such a requirement now.
Without such a request, Liu Zhengyang would feel strange.
"Let's go!"
The old man waved his sleeves and a gray light was directly injected into Liu Zhengyang's body.
Liu Zhengyang didn't resist either, and the altar didn't seem to be interested in the light at all. On the contrary, Liu Zhengyang was worried for nothing.
After all, if the altar determines that the gray light belongs to a foreign object, Liu Zhengyang will not have any unexpected emotion if he devours it.
Fortunately, what I was worried about didn't happen.
Then his spirit was pulled into a special space.
As for his body, he slowly closed his eyes and sat on the ground with his knees crossed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.