In the library, Wang Chen naturally told the book demon about Mr. Tian, ​​who was legendary in the world of cultivation.

In the end, the book demon concluded that Mr. Tian must be a true immortal. There must be something in Xiujie, a land of the end of the law, that attracts the true immortal to come. It is just because of the interface barrier or enchantment that he has not found the chance to come, but as time goes by

As time goes by, true immortals will destroy the barriers and come to the cultivation world wantonly, and nine times out of ten they will be malicious.

"Where to go?"

Wang Chen, who had vaguely attracted the attention of Mr. Tian, ​​understood the importance of this issue better than others.

Just like it is impossible for a true immortal to be interested in a Dharma-Ending Land for no reason, the reason why he is interested in himself, a casual cultivator with low cultivation in a Dharma-Ending Land, must be because there is something attracted to him.

"Is it a crime to possess a jade?"

"Then let's see if you dare to kill yourself and pull down the real immortal." His eyes were cold, but this thought made his heart beat twice.

There were undisguised footsteps not far away. Wang Chen followed the sound and saw a scholar with eyes like lightning, wearing a robe from Mowen Academy, walking towards him with a smile.

"I wonder if my brother can gain anything from the library?" Seeing him looking over, the scholar asked with a smile.

Eighth level of Qi condensation?

Immediately sensing the scholar's cultivation, Wang Chen's pupils shrank and he said calmly: "Those books can fly and are difficult to catch." He did not elaborate further.

"But it's rare to be able to enter the book club and take a look." The scholar said, "I understand you, that's how it should be."

"Since the one-month period here has been completed, it is up to each person how much knowledge they can gain. However, everyone who enters the library needs to correct some of the contents of the books in the library. These books have grades, and each one has their own grades.

A person who has entered the library must fill in at least 10 places in third-grade books, or correct 10 places. These corrections and corrections will eventually be reported to the upper level of the academy to determine whether they have been randomly modified before they can be reinstated. Therefore, please come with me...

"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand hidden in his gown, showing great courtesy.

Without saying a word, Wang Chen turned around and ascended to the sky.

"Come back here!"

The scholar's eyes widened, and his outstretched hand froze in the air. He had no idea that Wang Chen would leave so decisively, without any warning.

Like the wind and lightning, Wang Chen unleashed his true power and turned into a golden light and galloped away.

Even if the overall strength is slightly stronger, the academy is still on the same level as the cultivation gangs. The cultivators on the eighth level of Qi Condensation are at least on the same level as the gang leaders. Such existences will specially come to welcome them.

Own?

If this doubt can be explained with too much caution, Wang Chen clearly remembered that the scholar who led him into the library said that if the teleportation was outside the academy, he could leave on his own. At this moment, he was outside the academy.

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Since the teleportation location is not fixed, why would the academy send a disciple from the eighth level of Qi Condensation to wait for someone here?

The weather in Xiujie is fine as always, with no clouds in the sky, so it’s a good time to stay in the sky.

But when he numbly heard the howling wind in his ears, he suddenly felt that the depressing feeling he felt when he raised his head to look at the sky was not necessarily because he had heard about the evil intentions of the true immortal.

But because of my own intuition.

It's like there's a dragnet here.

The scholar suddenly raised his head, his literati temperament turned gloomy, and his true power surged wildly, making his long robe roar loudly.

He possesses the eighth level of Qi Condensation cultivation. Except for a few people in the academy, he is already a top being among the younger generation.

He clasped his hands together and shouted: "Bind."

A scroll suddenly flew out in front of him. It swelled in the wind and turned into the size of a screen in the blink of an eye. The calligraphy on the scroll emitted a dazzling green light and continued to flow, bound towards Wang Chen.

This magic weapon is a rare treasure given by the academy to the younger generation. Even a strange beast at the ninth level of Qi Condensation cannot move after being restrained.

A dazzling golden sword energy flashed out with a roaring sound.

Bang!

The scroll was like a poisonous snake that had been kicked away by a fierce kick. It flew backwards. Amidst the sound of the cloth breaking, the scholar felt that his consciousness connected to the calligraphy and painting was instantly disconnected. He looked around in horror and saw the magic weapon of the scroll.

Two pieces fell from the sky, and all spiritual energy was lost.

After breaking through the obstruction, Wang Chen was still galloping.

As his vigilant eyes moved, a person from the front left rushed over from the air at an extremely fast speed.

The man was over middle-aged, with a high crown on his head and a pale face. He held a fan with a faint golden light in his hand.

"Pa." He waved it gracefully, and the fan spread out like a peacock spreading its wings, revealing one of the landscape paintings of mountains, rivers and trees. He waved it in the air again, and a bare mountain suddenly appeared in the sky, with the sound of howling wind.

Mount Tai was pressing down on Wang Chen.

This should be a kind of magical power that can absorb mountains into magic weapons. Wang Chen has never seen it before. The momentum of the person coming here has surpassed the Qi Condensation Dzogchen.

Foundation builder?

Looking at the mountain above his head, it looked like a huge palm trying to suppress him. Wang Chen held his sword in the air and struck with all his strength.

There was a loud bang, golden light flashed, and dust filled the sky. The mountain was split in half, and the remaining huge mountain pressed down menacingly.

There was another loud noise, and as the second six-ray sword energy was swung out, the stone mountain exploded in the air.

The huge broken rock made a heavy falling sound, and the gravel shot out like projectiles, making a dense crackling sound like rain.

In the rain of stones, Wang Chen finally fell to the ground helplessly.

The smoke from the explosion drifted like mist.

The sound of rapid breathing was particularly clear. He looked coldly at the powerful aura surrounding him, as if he was surrounded by a pack of evil wolves.

Only the Six-Path Sword still shines with golden light, eye-catching among the smoke and dust.

A sword light arrived first.

The flying sword was full of blue light, and there was a slightly fat man on it, glaring at Wang Chen and saying: "Jiba, you kill my disciple Wu Mo from Xiaohe River Valley, then follow me back to Xiaohe River Valley to accept the crime."

Then a colorful silk ribbon flew with a flash of red light. "Jiba, you tortured and killed three of my Wanhua Valley female disciples, are you guilty?" A middle-aged old woman stood on the colorful silk ribbon, wearing an extremely enchanting dress and said sternly.

"As a monk, you have done all kinds of bad things in the world, bullying men, dominating women, and massacring an entire city. You are guilty."

The voice was loud, and the speaker was a big man who suddenly landed on the ground, wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, holding a Yanyue sword, like a general wearing golden armor in all countries.

"Amitabha, the eight benefactors have stolen the Six Paths Sword, my talisman of Mount Liumen. If you can return it, all the monks in Liumen Mountain will turn around and leave without caring about it."

A bald monk jumped down from a golden lotus magic weapon, holding a shining golden Zen staff and saluting with one palm.

"Monk, why do you think that the six-character six-path sword brought by the sect belongs to your family? You are shameless, and the Buddha still wants it! There are three six-path swords, and you don't even think about whether you can swallow them." A man with disheveled hair, the magic weapon is

The old man with a green bamboo stick sneered.

I don't know how many cultivators with amazing auras gathered around. There were men and women, all of whom were dressed with extraordinary aura.

They all exude condensed true power, whether present or absent, and this true power has changed qualitatively and is a kind of foundation-building aura.

From a distance, cultivators came one after another from the sky.

The cultivators with lower cultivation level, even those with Qi Condensation Dzogchen Perfection, are very knowledgeable and do not move closer to the foundation-building cultivators here.

There are even people with mediocre cultivation standing on high places, aiming their image beads at this place, hoping to leave an image.

One month in the library is enough for countless cultivators to set up a dragnet here.

What we saw before us was both expected and unexpected.

The inheritance of the Six Paths Sword is incomplete, and, except for Huang Yi, no one has ever been able to give full play to the power of this inheritance. Therefore, even among the thousands of years of legends in the cultivation world, the Six Paths Sword is just a

Recognized as a useless inheritance.

But even if it is useless, how can we underestimate the desire of those cultivators who have no inheritance for inheritance? What's more, even without inheritance, the Six Paths Sword is a rare magical weapon.

Wang Chen's eyes were cold. Except that Wu Mo was indeed killed by himself, the other so-called charges were all groundless, but he did not defend himself.

If you want to accuse someone, why bother?

When did Xiujie ever preach truth?
Chapter completed!