Falling into a strange illusion, and confirming that there was no life-threatening danger, Xue Chen calmed down and quietly waited for the help of the other three people.
After quickly flipping through a few pages of the Tiangong book in his hand, he learned that it was a classic book related to weapon refining, but it was more comprehensive and contained many strange objects that he had never heard of or seen.
"Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower..."
When he saw an artifact called the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower, he looked through it carefully and found out that it was a very magical spiritual instrument that was used to cultivate great demons!
This kind of spiritual weapon looks like a spire, with a total of nine floors. You can put animals and even plants into it and take it with you. Then the demon refining tower will exert its effect, and you can refine monsters faster, and even
It's a big demon.
"It seems I have never heard of this thing."
He glanced around and stored all the information in his head, including the various materials required and the refining steps, without missing a beat.
This is not an easy task. There are hundreds of pages of information, and it is very obscure and difficult to pronounce. There cannot be a single word error, otherwise everything may be useless.
After memorizing the information about the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower, he continued to read it quickly, and a question mark arose in his heart. Is everything recorded here true? If you follow the above records, you can really refine the so-called
The Demon Refining Tower?
"If this is the case……"
He looked at the hundreds of thousands of various classics and materials placed on the rows of wooden shelves. This was not a "dangerous situation", it was clearly a fairyland!
Realizing that this might be an unexpected opportunity, he immediately devoted all his attention to reading the classics, because he didn't know when he would be rescued by the three men of Mao Jinshan, and the illusion would definitely disappear by then, and naturally he would have to
Select more valuable information and write it down.
When he turned to a page, he suddenly saw information about a strange object he was familiar with, which was a flying boat. There were very detailed records on it, showing how to build it step by step.
But after hesitating for a moment, he immediately turned to the next page without intending to write it down. The Shaoyang Sect had already mastered the information on building a flying boat. He didn't want to waste time on it. He should use his precious time in the world of cultivation.
exist on the object.
Soon, he faced another problem. Many of the strange objects recorded in this document were things he had never heard of before, just like the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower. But which one should he record?
When he was very young, he heard a story. A farmer uncle asked his three children to pick the largest ear of wheat in the wheat field, but they could only pick one.
The three children walked along one end of the wheat field to the other. They were all hesitant because they didn't know if there would be bigger ears of wheat behind them, and they were worried that they would miss the one in front of them.
At this time, Xue Chen was one of the three children. He wanted to write down the information about the rare object in front of him, but he also thought that time was limited. Maybe the rare object on the next page would be more cherished. If he missed it, he might
There will be no chance again.
When he was listening to the story as a child, he felt that the three children were so stupid, but now when he faced the same situation, he realized how difficult it was to make a choice.
This emotion is not only trapped in this Tiangong classic, but also in the thousands of Tiangong books. He is thinking that maybe there are more books whose value far exceeds this Tiangong book. He is
You shouldn't put this one down and pick another one.
But he suppressed this emotion and strengthened his mind. He could not waste time on picking and choosing, otherwise he might fall into an endless loop, never be satisfied, and always feel that the next book is more rare.
"Star Spirit Stone..."
Suddenly, an inconspicuous pattern caught his eye. It was a record of a strange object called the Star Spirit Stone. There were only three simple pages of text, which was far less than the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower. It was
A thing that can absorb the light of the sun, moon and stars and turn it into spiritual energy.
Without thinking too much, he quickly memorized it in his mind. There were only three pages, and he memorized it accurately in just a few breaths.
Soon, he saw another strange object that he had never heard of and felt a little different, called Qingtian Seal...
Just as he was about to record all the information on refining this object, suddenly everything around him began to tremble, and all the wooden frames and books began to collapse into dots of light.
Looking at this scene, he felt something in his heart. Although he didn't know how this illusion appeared, these classics actually recorded a lot of things, many of which had cut off civilization. If he could, he really
I really want to write them all down and continue these civilizations, but it is obviously impossible.
All the light in front of him disappeared and fell into a brief darkness. Before the light returned, Xue Chen heard Mao Jinshan's voice: "Xue Chen, wake up."
He opened his eyes and saw three people standing in front of him.
"Three seniors, just now..."
"Like you, the three of us have also fallen into a fantasy world." Speaking of the fantasy world, Lu Zhenyan looked a little weird, with obvious regret.
Xue Chen touched his nose: "It was the three of them who broke the illusion and saved me..."
"No." Mu Yuxia looked at him, "The illusion disappeared on its own."
Mao Jinshan laughed in an unclear way: "Yes, he did disappear on his own. As expected, the illusion you fell into should be the same. The wooden shelves here are full of classics, right? Have you read through them?"
"I have no way to break the illusion myself, so I can only wait for the three of them to come and save me. I read through some of them while I was waiting." Xue Chen said truthfully. When he saw the expressions of the three people in front of him were a little strange, he felt doubtful in his heart, "
What's wrong?"
Mao Jinshan told him the specific situation.
The three people also fell into an illusion. What would a normal practitioner do when he suddenly fell into an illusion? Naturally, he would try to get out. Yes, the three of them did this.
Lu Zhenyan and Mu Yuxia both used their own methods, and it was not very difficult to break the illusion.
"As for me, I was in the same situation at first. I wanted to break the illusion and jump out, but I thought of something my master once said to me..."
Mao Jinshan’s master is Yuan Tianming, who is in the Soul Sacrifice Realm.
"Master once said that he had entered the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Faxiang Sect. The Sutra Collection Pavilion was just an ordinary house with scriptures, but it gave birth to a trace of spiritual consciousness, just like the spirit of a spiritual weapon, because books are
It is the essence of a civilization, just like the soul of civilization. If a room contains books for a long time, for hundreds or thousands of years, the house will be infected and a spirit will be born. This spirit will protect the books and prevent insects from eating rats.
bite."
It was precisely because of these words that Mao Jinshan realized that this illusion was not a threat, it was just a reproduction of the grand occasion here. Why was this happening? He guessed that it was created by the spirit of this bookstore.
"It should be that the spirit of this bookstore has not dissipated. It is still lingering here, guarding it, until our appearance awakened it and created that illusion. The illusion is exactly where it was in ancient times."
After understanding his situation, he immediately began to look through the classics around him, trying to write down some precious information, but to no avail...
"The two of us, after breaking the illusion and jumping out, immediately set out to wake him up. After he woke up, he told the two of us about the situation. Therefore, we did not break your illusion until the illusion collapsed.
It should be that the last energy of the spirit here has been exhausted."
After Lu Zhenyan explained, she looked directly at Xue Chen and asked what information she had read and what she had written down.
Xue Chen also understood that falling into an illusion is not only not a bad thing, but it is also the best opportunity to understand the ancient cultivation civilization because there are too many classics there. Only Mao Jinshan noticed this, but Lu Zhenyan and Mu Yuxia
It was a waste of good intentions.
"I looked through a book called Tiangong. The time was too short, and I only remembered the information about two strange objects. One is called the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower, and the other is called the Star Spirit Stone."
He explained the uses of the two items in detail.
"Fortunately, your strength is not enough to break the illusion. Otherwise, this opportunity will completely become an illusion. As for the Nine-turn Demon Refining Tower or the Star Spirit Stone you mentioned, they do not exist in the current practice world. As for the
It’s hard to say what value these two things can bring. We’ll have to wait until we go out to explore.”
Hearing what Mu Yuxia said, Xue Chen's mouth twitched. Although what he said was true, it sounded a little weird.
After taking one last look at the bookstore, the four of them stepped up the stairs.
Just after the four people left, a faint sigh echoed in the silent library, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, and all the wooden frames were instantly turned into ashes all over the sky.
"It's a spiritual formation restriction! Be careful!"
On the 61st floor, when I stepped on it, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. Dozens of tall and burly black-clad swordsmen and axemen appeared in front of me, and they all chopped down, even a hill would be torn apart.
"What a pity. This is a mechanism puppet from ancient times. It has appeared intact in other ruins. Its strength is terrible. It was brought back by the Saren Cult to study it for hundreds of years, but it still has not been successfully copied."
On the seventy-third floor, Xue Chen squatted down and looked at an object similar to a doll in the corner, but it was completely decayed and damaged and was in disgrace.
When Xue Chen stepped onto the eighty-first floor, he saw a bamboo forest in front of him. In the center of the bamboo forest was a stone pavilion, and a man was sitting there with his back to him, drinking tea.
"Someone!"
Xue Chen was shocked, but then he shook his head. How could there be anyone here? Twenty to thirty thousand years have passed since ancient times, and no one could live that long.
"Xue Chen, be careful. I can see that there is a lot of resentment on it. It must not be a kind person." Lu Zhenyan's voice sounded directly in his heart.
The three of them walked over together, and Mu Yuxia said hello very politely: "I've met senior."
The tea drinker paused while holding the tea cup, then slammed it down and snorted: "How brave! Who is it, trespassing on my Tianwai Tower?" (To be continued)