I don't know how long it took before Bai Ye walked out of the ancient library.
Rumble, rumble...
The rusty and ancient door was pushed open from the inside by the white night.
Just watch him step out of the door panting, holding on to the wall and panting, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and he looked like he was exhausted.
His eyes flashed with excitement, but were also filled with disappointment.
He was excited that he had obtained countless miraculous techniques and unparalleled benefits, but disappointingly... until now, he had not been able to find any techniques on the path of life and death in the ancient library.
The only gain may be that his understanding of the art of time has become more refined.
"Um?"
The old man sitting at the door drinking tea was slightly startled and glanced sideways at Bai Ye: "Are you still alive?"
"What does the senior mean by this?" Bai Ye came back to his senses and frowned: "The disciple has never offended the senior, right? Why did the senior curse the disciple?"
"Oh... I'm sorry. I'm not cursing you. I just saw that you were inside for so long and didn't come out. I think you are in danger."
The old man said, but his old eyes looked up and down Bai Ye, looking thoughtful.
"Did I take long to get in?"
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, then asked: "How long have I been in here?"
"It's been a long time, a full seven days."
"Seven days?"
Bai Ye was shocked.
"Usually disciples come out within an hour, but you stayed in for seven days...what? Did you find any peerless skills inside?" The old man stood up suddenly, staring at Bai Ye and asking seriously.
Bai Ye came back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly: "I took the books from the bookshelf to read them. In my opinion, the soul books inside are all peerless exercises, which have benefited the disciples a lot."
It’s the same as saying nothing!
"Really? But you can't read a book for as long as seven days. Most people pass the trial and take the soul book and go back to read it slowly... You must have taken more than one soul book, right? You took it
How many copies?" the old man asked with a frown.
Bai Ye hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and stretched out three fingers.
"Three copies?"
The old man showed a surprised expression, then looked at Bai Ye again, and nodded repeatedly: "I really can't believe that with your strength, you can actually obtain three soul books... It's amazing, it's amazing."
"Senior is so complimentary. This disciple is still eager to go back and rest, so I won't disturb senior."
Bai Ye clasped his fists, turned around and left in a hurry.
"What a weird boy. Normally, those disciples would like to talk to me more, get closer, and get benefits from me, but this boy seems to be avoiding me on purpose... Interesting, interesting."
The old man smiled faintly, sat on the chair again, and drank tea.
Returning to the Soul Martial Hall, Bai Ye immediately sat cross-legged and meditated, swallowed the elixir, and while recovering his soul energy, he reflected on the benefits gained from the ancient library.
It has to be said that the soul books in the Heavenly Palace of the Supreme God are indeed enigmatic. The soul books in these ancient libraries are almost the ancient soul books coveted by outsiders. The techniques recorded in each soul book are particularly unique.
It is unique and novel, far beyond the current mainstream soul martial arts in Shengzhou.
Especially the unique space technique that Bai Ye learned, the void-breaking spiritual technique!
Once this move is activated, it can forcefully pull a soul into a unique space to fight alone.
If the opponent is large in number and weak in strength, you can completely defeat the opponent one by one with this move.
Bai Ye did not dare to waste time, he seized every minute and every second in the Shentian Temple and frantically absorbed the knowledge from these soul books.
However, the good times did not last long. Just when he was retreating in the Hunwu Hall, a disciple knocked on the door of the Hunwu Hall.
Bai Ye frowned slightly.
Who?
Did Cao win gifts from them?
Probably not, Cao Yingli and the others would never interfere with Bai Ye's practice.
Could it be that he is from Zizhu Pavilion?
Thinking of this, Bai Ye couldn't help but have a headache.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally got up and ran to open the door.
Unexpectedly, the person standing outside the door... turned out to be Zhao Li.
When he saw Bai Ye appear, Zhao Li's eyes turned red and he knelt on the ground, choking and saying hoarsely: "Elder brother!"
"Zhao Li, what are you doing?"
Bai Ye pulled Zhao Li up and frowned.
"Please senior brother...make the decision for us." Zhao Li said unwillingly, holding back tears and anger.
"Call the shots?"
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean by this?"
However, Zhao Li pouted his lower lip, and finally just cupped his fists and whispered: "Elder brother, just come with me and you will know!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Li immediately turned around and led the way.
Bai Ye frowned secretly, but still followed.
After a while, Zhao Li actually brought him to Bing Xintang.
When the disciples of Bingxintang saw Bai Ye, their expressions changed slightly, they whispered "Senior Brother Bai" and left in a hurry.
People seem to be very afraid of the white night.
This made Bai Ye very confused.
In front of a nursing home.
"Senior Brother Bai?" A Bingxintang disciple who walked out saw the person coming, and his expression changed immediately. He was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the healing tools in his hands, and they all fell to the ground with a clang.
"What's wrong with you?"
Bai Ye walked over, helped him pick up the things on the ground, and asked in a deep voice.
The man seemed to have just come back to his senses. He hurriedly picked up the things on the ground and said tremblingly: "No...it's nothing."
As soon as he finished speaking, he actually left as if running away.
Seeing this, the doubts in Bai Ye's heart became more and more intense, and he vaguely felt that something was not right.
He looked towards Zhao Li and saw that Zhao Li was already standing at the door, with his head lowered, as if waiting for Bai Ye to walk in.
Bai Ye hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the treatment room.
However, the moment he stepped into it, Bai Ye was stunned.
I saw countless men and women lying neatly in the entire sanatorium.
These people...are all disciples of Mu Renfang.
Their hands and feet were all removed, their chests were bruised with blood, and their cultivation levels were all destroyed. Except for one breath left, each of them was completely disabled...
Bai Ye stared at this scene in confusion, and finally understood why the Bingxin Hall disciples were so afraid of him.
Because they...are afraid of being angry in the white night!
But Zhao Li stepped forward and said hoarsely: "Elder brother, except for me, all the one hundred and seventy-seven disciples of my Soul Martial Hall have had their hands and feet cut off, and their soul cultivation has been abolished. ..It became like this..."
"Who did it?"
Bai Ye took a deep breath and asked lightly.
There was a strange tone suppressed in the indifferent words.
"Suppress the Temple!"
Zhao Li clenched his fists tightly and squeezed out these words through his teeth.
