The forbidden area of Martial Palace, Fengdao Pavilion.
The attic has nine floors, connected layer by layer.
At this moment, there are only a few incense burning on the ninth floor.
Gu Changxiao stood in front of the bookshelf holding the two-in-one "Kyoshi Deduction" in his hand, his face full of depression and anger.
It has been 30,000 years since the ancestor of the Civil and Military Halls snatched the Heavenly Book back. With great difficulty, he managed to put together the two volumes of "Kyoshi's Deduction" through his deal with Jiang Lin'an.
I thought I could gain insight into destiny and inherit the saintly insights Kyoshi left in the book.
I never thought that within three days of having the book in my hands, it was almost torn through and I couldn't find a single word in it.
From beginning to end, it's blank.
The so-called sage's heavenly book, those who are destined to read it will laugh so angry that they almost vomit blood.
"A person with a destiny, a person with a destiny, what is a person with a destiny?"
He scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously, wandering on the spot and saying: "I can gather the "Kyoshi Deduction" together, isn't this called fate?"
"I've wasted all these years of scheming in vain."
Muttering and complaining, Gu Changxiao was upset.
He was even thinking that if he had known this, he should have exchanged something else with Duan Ziqian.
For example, nineteen hundred years ago, in the "Sacred Killing Valley", one of the four most dangerous places, a disciple of Wen Temple accidentally picked up half a turtle shell.
Ordinary turtle shell Gu Changxiao would not care or envy him.
But according to the disciples of Wudian who rushed back to report, the half of the turtle shell was covered with the power of law.
Those who can control the laws in this world must have entered the semi-sacred realm.
Thirty thousand years ago, demons and demons attacked the immortal world, and countless immortals died in the Demon Burial Mountains.
There were nine Half-Saints in the Immortal World at that time, including the two ancestors of the Civil and Military Halls. Without exception, they all died in the Saint-killing Valley.
Buried with him were nine half-saints from the demon and demon realms.
Gu Changxiao is quite talented, maybe not as evil as Jiang Linan, but at least he has a high-grade Dharma form and an eighth-level immortal body.
Being able to reach the seventh realm of Semi-Saint today is partly due to one's own intelligence and hard work.
The other half is largely due to opportunities from the outside world.
The Eighth Form of Magical Power has not been realized for a long time. To say that I am not in a hurry is to deceive myself and others.
Gu Changxiao felt that he needed an opportunity, something left by a semi-saint or a saint, to give him inspiration so that he could take a difficult step that had been stagnant for ten thousand years.
"well......"
Sighs echoed in the attic, and he walked to the window and sat down with a tired look.
He casually placed "Kyoshi's Deduction" on the window sill and muttered in a deep voice: "The Lord who knows destiny, the Lord of Ancestral Dragons, the saint's enlightenment, at least one of the three fortunes has allowed me to meet one."
"You can't serve someone as a bodyguard for three thousand years in vain, right?"
"Guidance, I'm not greedy, I just want a little guidance..."
Before he finished speaking, the rays of light hit his face.
"Kyoshi's Deduction" turns over itself without any wind, page by page.
While connecting to the sky, the rules are running rapidly.
"this......"
Gu Changxiao was first surprised and then delighted, and stood up suddenly.
"Click."
The void shattered, and countless tiny particles formed a distorted light curtain that rippled on the water surface.
At the same time, two gray shadows fell from the sky.
All the way to the north of the Wuchen Fairyland, pointing directly in the direction of the northern desert.
A stream of light spreads to the south of the Wuchen Fairyland and lands near the Changxia Island where the ladder formation is located.
It lasted for three seconds, and the saint's guidance immediately dissipated.
As quickly as it comes, as quickly as it goes.
Gu Changxiao said with a dry mouth and heavy breathing: "Yes, it's Zhi Ming and Zu Long."
"Sure enough, the first-ranked and second-ranked Dharma images were born together."
"Wuchen Fairyland, why are you in Wuchen Fairyland?"
