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Tibetan Meridian Pavilion

The three words were very refreshing. The pavilion behind them was also abnormally domineering and grand.

"Alright, I've already sent you all here, so I should head back now. I won't go in here. " At this point, looking at Cui Wei's Scripture Pavilion, Liu Lin felt relaxed and happy. However, due to the contribution points he had, he did not want to waste them. Thus, he spoke to Sun Wukong.

"Senior brother Liu, you're not going in?" Sun Wukong asked in confusion.

"Hahaha …" "Forget it. This place consumes so many contribution points. Moreover, my contribution points are not enough to exchange for what I want. It's better to come back from now on. You can enter first." When Liu Lin heard Sun Wukong's suggestion, he burst out in laughter and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"Oh, what contribution points do you mean by that?" Sun Wukong looked at Liu Lin's helpless expression and asked curiously.

"It's like this. The first time we entered the Tristar Crescent Moon Tristar Cave's Scripture Pavilion, we relied on our luck and talent. The second time we entered, we relied on a certain amount of contribution points to exchange for cultivation techniques of the same level." The contribution points I have right now is still far from what I want, so I might as well not go. " Seeing Sun Wukong's expression, Liu Lin could only bitterly smile as he explained to Sun Wukong.

"Oh, it looks like this." Hearing this, Sun Wukong also seemed to be deep in thought. He nodded and said, "So it's like this … Then Senior-apprentice Brother Liu, Little Chan and I will go in first."

"Un, seize the opportunity!" Junior Martial Brother Sun. "I'll take my leave first. I still have some matters to attend to." Saying this, Liu Lin cupped his fists towards Sun Wukong, and with a leap, he flew out of the Scripture Pavilion and went back to busy himself.

"Greetings, senior apprentice-brother." Sun Wukong also returned the greeting towards Liu Lin.

Watching Liu Lin's figure gradually disappear from his line of sight, Sun Wukong turned around and looked straight at the Scripture Pavilion in front of him.

He had waited too long for this moment. It was time for it.

He strode forward...

He thought back to the cultivation technique, the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art that he had obtained along the way. This was too amazing. His body was unable to withstand it, and he didn't dare to casually use the Green Wolf Skill. Even if he practiced for several hundred years, he wouldn't be able to achieve much.

However, right now, in front of him, in the Ancient Texts Depository, was a huge treasure trove. How could he easily waste this opportunity?

"Creak —"

The sound of a door opening could be heard. In front of him, a blinding white light entered Sun Wukong's eyes, causing him to be unable to open his eyes.

Reaching out his hand to cover the dazzling light, he walked in.

"Bang!"

Then, just as Sun Wukong was about to step into the Scripture Pavilion, there was a loud bang as the door closed behind him.

It was very quiet here, not a single sound could be heard.

In front of him were stone racks, each and every single one of them being ancient books. They were both mysterious and bizarre, filled with an ancient aura, full of the aura of books …

"Little Chan, go take a look yourself. What cultivation technique do you want?" At this time, looking at the scene in front of him, Sun Wukong spoke to the little fox on his shoulder.

However, he never received a reply.

"Eh …" Suddenly, Sun Wukong discovered that the little Chan on his shoulder had already disappeared.

"Little Chan, where are you?" At this moment, as Sun Wukong watched the little fox's silhouette disappear into the distance, he began to call out to the entire Scripture Pavilion.

However, in this vast Scripture Pavilion, there was no reply from Sun Wukong. There was only the sound of Sun Wukong's shouts and the strange silence.

A gust of cold wind blew in from who knows where. Sun Wukong couldn't help but to feel a chill in his heart. He suddenly discovered that this Scripture Pavilion was actually so strange.

However, there was no other way around it. Since he was already here, who cares? Let's see if there are any suitable cultivation techniques for him.

At this moment, on the other side, the little fox also discovered that it had been sitting on Sun Wukong's shoulder the entire time. Suddenly, it fell down. Following that, Sun Wukong's figure disappeared.

She shouted, but no one answered her. At this moment, the little fox was filled with fear.

"..."

Sun Wukong walked past a bookshelf and started flipping through the books on it. The books on cultivation techniques and battle techniques were all displayed on the bookshelf. At this moment, Sun Wukong was engrossed in reading them.

However, Sun Wukong discovered that the cultivation techniques in front of him were all ordinary low-tier cultivation techniques. Even for low-tier cultivation techniques, there were only one or two of them. Moreover, none of these techniques met the requirements that he wanted.

"Eh …" Could it be that my luck is that bad? Every single cultivation technique is this low? " Seeing this, Sun Wukong was not willing to give up.

Thus, he continued searching. All of a sudden, as Sun Wukong walked, he discovered that the further in he went, the higher the grade of the cultivation technique within.

Floating Technique: A spell that can allow one to fly in the air. Medial Grade Mortal Technique.

Wind Blade: A battle skill that uses the power of the wind. Medial Grade Mortal Technique.

Small Fireball: Can summon out, a large ball of fire. It was a battle skill manual. low-grade mortal technique

Large Fireball: It's about the same as a small fireball. However, it's more powerful. However, it also requires more true energy. Low rank mortal technique.

He discovered that this floating art was not much different from the one that Xiao Feng taught him last time. After all, his current cultivation level was not high enough, and normally, one would not be able to fly without reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Thus, Sun Wukong decided to read the book carefully and memorize it in his heart. Perhaps, he might be able to use it in the future.

Anyway, Liu Lin didn't say how long this Scripture Pavilion could stay for. Who cares?

On one side, Sun Wukong was practicing the chant for a particular cultivation technique. The true energy within his dantian was also following the mental cultivation method of the Floating Technique as it slowly flowed through his meridians. Sun Wukong was slowly cultivating.

Following which, he circulated his Zhen Qi according to the mental cultivation method of the Floating Technique. After a few cycles, Sun Wukong discovered that his body was gradually floating and was becoming lighter.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong sped up his mental cultivation method's meditation. Within his dantian, true energy was also rapidly flowing through his dantian.

"Ha!" Suddenly, Sun Wukong discovered that the true energy within his dantian was rapidly flowing. Very soon, Sun Wukong's body started to gradually float upwards. Seeing this, Sun Wukong shouted.

As his body floated in the air, Sun Wukong's body began to collide with each other in the air, possibly due to the lack of proficiency in cultivation techniques.

"Holy sh * t …" Stop it right now! " Seeing this, Sun Wukong hurriedly shouted and tried to stop the cultivation technique in order to return to the ground.

This was because Sun Wukong, who was floating in the air, realized that his body could no longer control itself. Along the way, he bumped into a few stone shelves.

Perhaps it was because of the impact of the collision, but Sun Wukong's collision with the stone shelf caused him to be in pain. Furthermore, he had also knocked down a lot of the books on the stone shelf.

Thus, Sun Wukong decided to stop the cultivation technique and return to the surface. He decided to first take a slower look at the books and practice slowly.

However, the truth couldn't be decided by him.

"Bang bang bang …"

After a series of explosions, Sun Wukong's body was knocked over several stone shelves. However, Sun Wukong had already controlled himself and stopped the flow of true energy within his dantian. Yet, for some reason, his body was still floating in the air.

All of a sudden, Sun Wukong felt a gentle force pushing his body forward. His body floated to an unknown direction.

It was as though everything had been deliberately arranged by someone.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong, who was still in the air, stopped floating. Instead, his body suddenly felt very heavy. Moreover, his body was falling rapidly in the air.

Ahh!" "Seeing this, Sun Wukong could not help but curse loudly.

"Boom …" With a loud bang, Sun Wukong's body smashed into the ground. Smashing into a desk.

Furthermore, this place appeared to be an extremely ancient place. It had been a very long time since someone had come here. Sun Wukong's body smashed onto it, causing dust to rise into the air.

"Cough, cough, cough …" Sun Wukong coughed a few times. He patted his chest and slowly stood up.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a separate room in front of him. This room was filled with dust, and it seemed somewhat strange.

Sun Wukong looked up and found that this place could only be entered from the top. There was no way to leave this place, so it was extremely difficult to enter.

Under normal circumstances, the people that came to the Scripture Pavilion were all honest and honest. Who would be like Sun Wukong, reckless and reckless, daring to fly and destroy so many things? If anyone else dared to do this, they would have already been scolded to death by others outside.

At this moment, for Sun Wukong to be able to enter such a room, it could be considered a stroke of luck.

If, at that time, Sun Wukong hadn't recklessly learned the Floating Technique, then no one would have entered this secret chamber. In other words, the amount of time that someone had to enter this secret chamber would have been indefinite.

Gradually, the dust cloud created by Sun Wukong dissipated.

At this moment, Sun Wukong discovered that in front of him, in a particular desk, there were six ancient books.

< Five Elements Reversal Chaos Technique >

Gold

"Wood"

Water

Fire

"Earth"

These six books were filled with an ancient aura. Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but cry out. He then picked up the closest book, the 'Five Elements Reversal Chaos Tactic', and roughly started reading it.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the Five Elements Reversal Chaotic Art was actually a celestial spell, and a top quality one at that.

"Holy sh * t …" Sun Wukong couldn't help but curse loudly. He suddenly felt as if he had run into a treasure of the sect.

Waves of excited thoughts appeared in Sun Wukong's mind. Sun Wukong tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart as he looked at the other five books.

Moreover, these were all cultivation methods. Moreover, the five high-grade Immortal arts, Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth, and the others, were all to assist the Five Elements Reversal, this top-grade immortal art.

"Hahaha …" "I'm rich." Seeing this, Sun Wukong shouted loudly. At this moment, Sun Wukong could no longer suppress his emotions. His heart was filled with an incomparably wretched feeling as he howled towards the sky.

Because at this moment, this day, this scene, how long had he been dreaming? He had been defeated again and again, his own cowardice. Even the people around him could not protect him.

But today, at this time, how could Sun Wukong not be excited?

"Wa, ka, ka …" I want to become a god! " Sun Wukong roared towards the sky.

With an excited expression, he flipped open the "Five Elements Reversal Chaos Technique".

"..."