Chapter 1927

I don't know how long it took, and it was only in the white night that I came out of the ancient library.

The rusty and old gate was pushed away from the interior by the white night.

Only to see his breathless cross the door, supporting the wall of the gasp, the whole people have been sweating, a look of force.

There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, but a hint of disappointment.

Excited, he has gained countless magic skills and excellent benefits, but disappointed that until now, he has not found any skills about life and death in the ancient library.

The only gain, perhaps, is that he has made a step more refined in his understanding of the technique of time.

"Well?"

The old man sitting at the door drinking tea was slightly shocked, and looked at his side at the white night: "are you still not dead?"

"What does this mean, my predecessor?" I came back to God in the night, frowning and saying, "have you ever offended my predecessors? Why did the elder curse his disciples? "

"Oh... Sorry, not curse you, but see you enter the interior for a long time without leaving, I think you should be more and less fortunate."

The old man said, the old eye is looking up and down the white night, a thoughtful look.

"Am I in for a long time?"

"How long have I been in the room?" he said, turning and asking

"It's a long time, it's seven days."

"Seven days?"

The night was a big surprise.

"Usually, the disciple came out in only one hour, but you went in seven days... What? Did you find any unique skills in it? " The old man rose and stared at the night and asked seriously.

I went back to God in the night and shook his head. "I took books from that shelf to see. In my opinion, the inner soul books are unique skills, which makes the disciples benefit a lot."

It's the same as not saying it!

"Is it? But a book can't be read for seven days. Most people have taken away the soul books through trial and slowly read them. You should have taken more than one soul book, right? How many copies did you take? " The old man frowned and asked.

In the night, he hesitated, and raised his hand, and reached out three fingers.

"Three copies?"

The old man showed a startled expression, and looked over the next night again, and nodded: "if you can't see it, you can actually achieve three soul books... Amazing, amazing."

"The elder is so flattered that the disciples are eager to go back to rest, so they will not disturb the elders."

Holding a fist in the night, he turned and hurried away.

"It's a strange boy. In the ordinary days, those disciples hate to say a few words to me, and make some close arrangements. They can get benefits from me. This kid is like deliberately avoiding me... Interesting, interesting."

The old man smiled, and sat back in his chair and drank tea.

Back to soul martial hall, he sat down on his knees in the night, swallowed pills, recovered his spirit and thought about the benefits gained from the ancient library.

It is necessary to say that the soul books of the temple of the Supreme God are indeed unpredictable. These ancient library soul books are almost the ancient ones coveted by the outside people. The skills recorded in each soul book are particularly unique and novel, far from the current mainstream soul martial arts in Lisheng state.

Especially the unique space technique learned by the night, the spirit of breaking the void!

Once this move is opened, a soul can be forced into a unique space to fight alone.

If the other party is large in number and weak in strength, it is possible to break each other one by one by one.

The night dare not waste time, seize every minute and every second in the temple of God, and madly absorb the knowledge of these soul books.

It was just a good time. When he was closed in the soul martial arts hall, a disciple knocked on the gate of the soul martial arts hall.

The eyebrows frown slightly on the night.

Who?

Cao won them?

They never disturb the practice of the night.

Is it the person of Zizhu pavilion?

Thinking about it, there are some headaches on the night.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally got up and ran to open the door.

Do you expect people standing outside the door... It is Zhaoli.

When he saw the appearance of the white night, Zhao Li was red in his eyes, and knelt down on the ground, choking and hoarse: "elder martial brother!"

"Zhao Li, what are you doing?"

Zhao Li was pulled up in the evening, frowning and sinking.

"Please, elder martial brother... Be the leader for us." Zhao Li, with tears and anger, said.

"Be the master?"

"What do you mean?" he said

But saw Zhao Li mumbling the lower lip, and finally only hugged his fist and said, "elder martial brother, you come with me, and you will know!"

The voice fell, Zhao Li immediately turned to the front and led the road.

Frown in the dark on the night, but still followed.After a while, Zhao Li actually took him to the place of Bingxin hall.

Seeing the white night, the disciples of Bingxin hall all changed their faces. They called out "elder martial brother Bai" and left in a hurry.

People seem to be afraid of white night.

This can make the white night confused.

In front of a convalescent room.

"Elder martial brother Bai?" A disciple of Bingxin Hall who came out of the hall immediately turned pale when he saw him. He was so scared that he could not hold the healing instruments in his hand. With a bang, the whole tribe was on the ground.

"What's the matter with you?"

White night walked over, helped him pick up the things on the ground and asked in a deep voice.

That person seems to just return to God, flustered pack up the thing on the ground, shiver way: "no... nothing."

As soon as his voice fell, he left like he was running away.

Seeing this, the doubts in the white night's heart become more and more thick, and vaguely, he has already felt something wrong.

He looked at Zhao Li, but he saw that Zhao Li was standing at the door, hanging his head, as if waiting for the white night to walk in.

The white night hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the sanatorium.

However, when he stepped into it, the white night was stunned.

I saw the entire sanatorium, is neat lying countless men and women.

These people are all disciples of the wooden house.

All their hands and feet were removed, their chest was beaten to pieces, and their accomplishments were abandoned. Except for one breath left, they have become completely disabled people...

staring at this scene in the daytime, they finally understand why Bingxin hall disciples are so afraid of him.

Because they're afraid of getting angry at night!

However, Zhao Li came forward and said hoarsely, "elder martial brother, all of the 177 disciples of the soul martial arts hall, except me... Were all cut off, their hands and feet were discarded, and their spiritual cultivation became like this..."

"who did it?"

The white night took a deep breath and asked lightly.

There is a strange tone in the indifferent words.

"Town hall!"

Zhao Li clenched his fist and squeezed these words out of his teeth.

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