Chapter 158 Tibetan Sutra Pavilion (3/3)

Mu Zifeng's retreat practice lasted for more than two months, consuming nearly a thousand golden blood beads, 21 purple gold blood beads, and 28 semi-crystalline blood beads. He finally refined his body into a golden body. At this moment, the whole person turned into a golden man and bathed in a golden sea of gold.

The gas of the outside world turned into Dao Changhong and poured into the yard crazily. The power accumulated on Danfeng decreased sharply at an obvious speed, and those Dantang disciples who were in retreat woke up one after another.

"It's really comfortable. Is this the power of the golden body of the heavenly demon? Its own body turns into a devouring channel, which is connected with the heavenly cave. It's just a pity that these devouring forces can't be used for themselves, and the speed of qi and blood consumption of the demon's body has also doubled, otherwise it will always be invincible. Mu Zifeng sighed in his heart that his golden body defense was more than ten times stronger than before, and it was estimated that he could fight with magic weapons empty-handed. And so much blood bead energy is integrated with the body, and I don't know how strong my external power is.

Anyway, he has a feeling that he can suppress an ordinary innate ancestor with just one blow. This external power has reached at least 350,000 catties, and even more than 400,000 catties of attack power, which may be higher.

Mu Zifeng gradually restrained his qi and blood, and the surging power slowly returned to the heavenly cave, and the whole person returned to normal. The clouds gathered over the courtyard also dissipated one by one, and the ancestors around them regained their momentum one after another. They knew that Mu Zifeng finally came out of the customs after two months of closure.

Out of the room, his long hair moved with the wind. Mu Zifeng had an illusion of another world, and he didn't expect that he would stand here one day. At the beginning, in the Genius Disciple Competition of Shengyuan Palace, the five special envoys of Lingshan did not choose themselves. At that time, there were still many feelings of dissatisfaction, but now they have enough strength to show their skills.

Lingshan is a well-deserved holy place for martial arts. If the Mu clan wants to develop rapidly for a long time, it needs such a cultivation environment. In any case, I have to find a way to make a place for myself in Lingshan. At that time, I will take all the disciples of Mufu here to cultivate. Mu's bloodline can definitely be passed down in the secular empire for hundreds of years.

"Congratulations to Brother Mu on leaving the customs." A handsome figure appeared beside Mu Zifeng and said with a smile, "Brother, Master Zuo asked you to meet him immediately after leaving the customs."

"Sister Dexin, what's your breath?" Mu Zifeng was stunned when he saw the visitor, and then felt the breath of Master Dexin carefully. This disciple from Danxia Mountain was really unusual. Not long after she came to Lingshan, her breath was at least twice as powerful. Especially in her Dantian part, there seems to be a hidden source of force that will burst out at any time.

Master Dexin has stepped into the innate realm with one foot, waiting for the accumulation and the last rush.

"Little sister's ability is nothing in front of Brother Mu. Let's go. In addition to Master Zuo's desire to see you, there is another person who wants to see you, but that guy is a little difficult to deal with. Brother, you need to make points in mind.

Mu Zifeng followed Master Dexin to Master Zuo's independent courtyard, where two people were raising their glasses to drink. He knew Master Zuo, but the martial arts master was very strange, but the other party sat there, like a huge mountain standing on the sea, with a deep momentum all over his body.

There is also a sword on his back, which is an absolute sword of killing. It has not been sheathed, which makes people feel cool at a glance.

No wonder he can sit on an equal footing with Master Zuo and talk and laugh. Such a character is definitely the evil martial arts master Mu Zifeng saw for the first time in his life. I don't know how many times stronger than that knife prison.

"See Master Zuo."

"Zifeng is coming. Your retreat time is not short this time. Let me introduce you to someone first." Master Zuo waved to Mu Zifeng enthusiastically, but the martial arts master beside him didn't look good. He just put down the teacup and stared at Mu Zifeng with his spare light.

"This is Xue Lingzi from Lieyang Hall, one of the most famous evil geniuses among the new generation of disciples in Lingshan."

Those who can be crowned as distinguished guests by Master Zuo are naturally the evil geniuses ranked in the top ten. Mu Zifeng held his fist and motioned to him. Unexpectedly, the other party just didn't even look at it and slowly rotated the teacup in his hand.

Mu Zifeng was not moved when he saw the other party's attitude. He just looked at Master Zuo and said, "Since Master Zuo wants to entertain guests, I'll go to the Tibetan Sutra Building first."

When you are a character, your boy is self-righteous. Master Zuo's politeness to you does not mean that I also want to look at your face. Mu Zifeng thought so much in his heart that he simply didn't stay here, so that he wouldn't be happy to see that face.

You can go as soon as you say, without dragging the mud. Master Zuo's face moved slightly and sighed secretly. Instead of calling him, he turned his head and said to Xue Lingzi, "What do you think?"

Xue Lingzi stood up and said in a low voice, "I just performed the observation technique, but I couldn't feel the fluctuation of Dantian Zhenqi at all. This is not the performance that a martial arts master should have. Even the number one demon grain can't do this, but since the elder of Xingtang ordered it, I should personally teach him a lesson. Master Zuo, you don't have to interfere in this matter. I will take good control of it.

After saying that, Xue Lingzi showed a pair of wings behind him, which were two wings, but they were particularly huge and disappeared under the incitement.

After he left, Master Zuo threw the cup in his hand to the ground, and the beard of his angry chin stood up. Dexin said solemnly in front of the mountain, "Master, is the execution hall too much? Besides, it is also their own fault that Brother Mu dealt a heavy damage to the three ancestors of the innate realm. Can we only watch and do nothing?

"Well, the top ten evil genius disciples are all covered by powerful forces. They are selected from the middle layer of millions of martial arts, and everyone has a great opportunity to be blessed. In a few months, when the ruins of the Great Immortals reappear, some of them may find a way to freely enter and exit the ruins, and at that time, you can enjoy the inexhaustible treasures. So before that, none of us will be offended. If they want to make trouble, just let them go. Master Zuo touched his beard and said, "That Mu Zifeng doesn't seem to be slaughtered by others. It's a good thing if he can suppress the arrogance of those evil geniuses. Also, can't you find out the origin of the little boy?"

"It has been found out that he is the son of the elder of Jianzong Hengyi. I heard that he was born with Jiuyang and can't practice at all. Unless the ancestor who killed his life and changed his life against the sky, or his own bloodline awakens, he will not want to practice martial arts in his life."

"Is Jiuyang's pulse?" Master Zuo thought for a while before saying, "This kind of meridians is a dead pulse, and ordinary people can't live for 16 years. In this way, the big man behind Mu Zifeng is the elder Hengyi. He is the ancestor of the old god change, and he is also the one who has the most chance to break through to the fate of the elders of Jianzong. Forget it, we'll just watch their business. Today, I will teach you how to observe qi, which can also be used to distinguish the year and medicinal value of medicinal materials in the future.

The Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is located on an independent mountain, in which there are various ancient books, miscellaneous notes, manuscripts, martial arts secrets, and a large part of them have existed thousands of years ago, which is quite precious.

As long as there is enough merit in this place, you can enter at any time. However, the threshold is very high, so the nine-storey disciples in Lingshan can only read some scriptures and documents collected in the hall.

Mu Zifeng was blocked by an invisible shield before he came to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. He took out his letter and threw it. The mask shot a light through the letter, and saw that the number on it was 100,000 less.

"The original merit value is used in this way, but it costs 100,000 values at a time, which ordinary people really can't afford." Mu Zifeng regained his merits and walked in smoothly. What you see outside the shield is just a small palace, but after entering, it is another scene. An inconspicuous pavilion, strange flowers and plants compete with each other, and the strong power of heaven and earth makes every muscle cheer.

And among them, three ancestors were carefully protecting the flowers. Seeing the backs of those people, Mu Zifeng paused for a moment. His eyes condensed qi and blood, and immediately saw an air constantly evolving into swords and swords above the heads of the two ancestors.

And the third person can't feel any 'qi', and the person seems to be in another independent space, making people feel that he is very close but very far away.

Two military realms, one field.

"There are only three ancestors on such a big mountain, but they are all powerful figures." Mu Zifeng withdrew his eyes and raised his foot to enter the gate.

There are 100 rows of bookshelves on the first floor of the Tibetan Sutra Building, which are full of all kinds of books, but each book is protected by a layer of light. If you want to read, you have to pay merit again. Mu Zifeng has seven million meritorious deeds, but he is not stingy.

He took more than 60 books in one breath and spent more than 600,000 meritorious service. It is estimated that others would have gone bankrupt long ago. Looking at the vacant land one by one, Mu Zifeng mainly read some relevant scriptures of Lingshan, the evolution of the past thousand years, biography of people, etc. As for those ancient books, they are on the second floor, but those books need more merit to read the last one.

There are also various king-level martial arts secrets placed on the third level. As long as you have the ability to read it directly, the required merit is also quite horrible.

When Mu Zifeng read more than 20 books, different footsteps came from his ears, and five people entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. They went straight to the second floor and looked at it deliberately when they passed Mu Zifeng, because the people who entered here had some means.

"Brother Yu, this person is not simple." A short fat man whispered.

The young man walking in the front is only 20 years old, and there is a silver vertical pattern at the hole in the center of his eyebrows, like thunder and lightning. He just glanced and nodded and said indifferently, "Don't worry. We have just come back from the trial of the evil sea of clouds. Let's find the relevant records first. We must not let the demon valley take the lead."