Chapter 307: Sword Sutra

Listen to the words of this weird man whose head is shrouded in mist.
Xiaoman couldn't help but walked in.
As soon as she entered the door, the first thing she felt was countless prying spirits.
These gods are extremely crazy, extremely deformed, and extremely distorted.
In the face of their madness, deformity and distortion, the gods may not even be qualified to carry shoes!
Because Xiaoman faced a pill formation stage demon directly.
However, she did not feel like she does now.
She felt like a fish crawling up the beach, and then met a huge crocodile head-on.
It was like a small deer grazing on the grassland. As a result, a hungry white tiger was lying in the grass!
Apart from closing his eyes and waiting to die, there is no second end!
This made Xiaoman shiver.
Fortunately, the weird voice came from behind: "Guest, please sit down..."
All the horrors, craziness and distortions disappeared in this sound instantly, as if they had never existed.
Xiao Man swallowed, and could only sit on a weird rectangular chair designated by him according to the strange man's request.
This chair is as strange as this weird person.
After Xiao Man sat up, his whole body was immediately erected.
Her spirit screamed in fear.
because……
She swallowed...
She knows, what kind of leather is on this chair...
A fairy-level devil skin!
Moreover, it is the heavenly demon in the void, being caught by people alive, and skinned alive!
Because the moment Xiaoman sat down, her eyes were hazy.
She seemed to see, a terrible monster, rampaging in the void.
He grabbed a demon that was so powerful that it almost condensed its body into a solid body.
"This is good leather..."
"The master will like it after he is born..."
As a result, this extremely powerful demon was directly skinned alive!
Xiaoman shook his head quickly, the illusion before him disappeared.
She knew that this was the memory remaining in the skin of the demon she was sitting on, and the instinctive reaction when she encountered a creature of the same origin.
It is warning!
The source of the world's disasters, the demon, whose mission is to destroy the world, is warning its food.
It's dangerous here...
It's very dangerous here...
Run!
Run!
Xiaoman swallowed and saw the weird person, picked up a strange thin object, and walked to an equally strange thing that seemed to be a fairy.
He pressed a certain mechanism.
The rushing hot water came out of the fairy vessel.
"Guest..." The weird man walked to Xiaoman with the thin transparent glass of water, "Please drink tea..."
Xiaoman took it tremblingly.
The water cup is very thin and the tea in the cup is very hot.
She put it in front of her and looked at the tea in the teacup.
A few golden leaves floating in the water glass.
The aura that was so full that it almost turned into liquid lingered on the cup.
With a light sniff, Xiaoman felt that his soul was light, and his soul was even more solid.
"Xiancha! Definitely Xiancha!"
"Moreover, maybe it is the emperor tea that the emperor of the legend is qualified to drink!"
According to legend, the emperor of heaven planted a supreme fairy tea tree.
Every three hundred years after the tea tree sprouts, the emperor ordered the emperor to pick it and fry it with the supreme technique.
Everyone who smells it will be able to live without disease and disaster.
With one sip, you can be otherworldly and even soar!
Because of its magical effect, so few immortals in the sky have ever drank it!
Now, here, the cup of tea that this strange man handed over is comparable to the emperor's favorite tea!
This made the shock in Xiaoman's heart beyond words.
"How is it?" the weirdo asked, "Guest, my tea is good!"
"This was given to me by a guest..."
Xiaoman was even more shocked when he listened.
Sent? !
From a guest?
This shows what?
This shows that this weird person is even capable of planting such immortal tea, and he has to curry favor, and even donate it with a like Emperor Tea to gain trust and closeness.
"Your tea is indeed very good..." Xiaoman trembling hands, picked up the teacup, and took a careful sip. The rich aura mixed with indescribable tea, refreshed and washed his mind.
This is indeed a fairy tea of ​​the Emperor Tea level.
After a bite, Xiao Man felt that his soul had become lighter and more stable.
This at least saved her years of polishing the soul!
This means that the average demon can no longer easily break her mind.
This allows her to go further in the future!
Provide longer protection for her folks and elders!
So she couldn't help taking another sip.
"Hey!" The weird man was very satisfied with Xiaoman's knowledge. His proud voice lingered directly in Xiaoman's ears: "Guest, you like it!"
Next, he sat opposite Xiaoman.
The flow of fire in the eye sockets was spinning like yin and yang.
Meow!
A kitten, I don't know when, appeared at his feet.
The kitten barked softly.
Xiao Man looked at it, then his eyes stared.
A splendid huge building stacked on top of each other is reflected in the shadow behind this kitten.
The prayers and prayers of countless people are coming.
This is a god!
A who protects one party and protects one party!
A cat cultivates into a god!
Such a thing, even before Tian Qing, was extremely rare.
and so……
Xiaoman looked at the kitten, she nodded slightly, conveying a friendly meaning to the other party.
However, the cat is very proud.
It raised its head arrogantly, and then touched the weird man's trouser legs affectionately.
It's like a pet, acting like a baby to the owner.
"Little boy..." The weird man stretched out his hand and touched the head of the cat god, like a normal owner soothing the pet: "When I finish my work, I will play with you!"
Meow!
The kitten cried obediently and lay down extremely docilely.
The weirdo looked at Xiaoman, the two points of fire, rising, transforming and evolving.
Just looking at the two points of fire, Xiao Man couldn't help but think of the content recorded in the Dao Lu.
One life two, two beget three, three beget all things.
The flow of fire is like the flame of the first life.
The flame spit out from the mouth of the candle dragon.
It creates time and space.
Also separated clear and muddy.
Let the fresh air rise and the turbid air fall, shaping the sky and the earth.
I heard the weirdo ask: "Guest, you can tell me..."
"What kind of book do you want?"
He looked at Xiaoman, and in the fire, there was an indisputable and irrefutable truth.
I have everything you want.
Have everything!
There is nothing I don’t have here.
Whether you know it or not.
Whether it is what you want or not.
I have it here!
As long as you can afford it, you can take them away!
Xiaoman felt this will, of course she did not dare to question it.
but……
"Can I pay the price?" Xiaoman asked himself.
She looked at the strange bookstore of this weird man again.
Here, there is nothing she recognizes.
There was a fairy lamp hanging from her head, it was a lamp she couldn't understand.
There were no traces of oil or burning.
It was lit just like that, emitting a light that the fog could not hide, guiding her here.
Above the fairy lights, there are slabs of strange unknown material.
These stone slabs are embedded with each other, in a way that Xiaoman has never seen before.
In the crevices of those slates, something terrible was curled up inside.
They are extremely powerful, but shivering and afraid to show up.
The weird chair sitting under the buttocks was wrapped in the skin of a fairy-level god.
This demon was skinned alive by a terrible thing while alive.
Moreover, its spirit was peeled off together and filled in this chair.
On the opposite chair, there was also a chair wrapped in the skin of a fairy god.
Xiaoman could clearly feel that the weird person was sitting on that chair, his weight pressed on the skin of the heavenly devil, causing the heavenly demon spirit in that piece of heavenly demon skin to rise and fall in pain.
But this played a massage instead.
On both sides of the wall, there are a series of strange and terrifying portraits.
On those portraits, Xiaoman vaguely felt the powerful existences that she didn't dare to look directly at. Among those portraits, she curled up carefully.
They dare not show up in front of the weirdo.
All of this is enough to explain that this strange man is the master of this world in the mist.
Everything here is his pets, servants and guards.
He controls this, he controls it, and he rules it.
Even the mist may be just his nursing home.
Guard the door for him and clean up the filthy nursing home.
Therefore, the elixir-forming celestial demon was killed at the moment it was shrouded in mist!
Then even the flesh and soul were evaporated.
This is the duty of the nurses.
The owner's territory must not be filthy!
Must be clean!
In front of such a powerful existence, in his terrible territory.
Xiaoman understood that even if she put all her flesh and blood and soul on it, she probably wouldn't be able to match the fur of any of his artifacts here.
and so……
Xiaoman realized this when he thought of this.
"Why would he allow me to come here?" Xiaoman thought of the key.
Such a powerful ancient fairy can be compared with the ancient existence of the candle dragon.
If he is not willing, no one can see him.
Only in the case of his approval, outsiders may see him and contact him.
Otherwise, even if you accidentally break into this mist, you will definitely be cleared by the mist.
Just like the Heaven Demon in the pill formation stage, even the slightest ashes were not left, and it was evaporated.
So, Xiaoman understood.
He may need to fake his own hands to do something.
Or maybe it is purely to see myself pleasing to the eye, I just want to see myself and give another chance.
Regardless of the possibility, it shows that she can pay the price he wants.
Thinking of this, Xiao Man became excited.
She asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, do you have a sword script here?"
Xiaoman understood that in the hands of this ancient fairy god, there might be countless ancient sword books she could not imagine and recognize.
Maybe, there is still a powerful sword scripture that even the gods can't imagine.
But the key is, will he be willing to sell these ancient and powerful secrets to her?
So, after asking this question, Xiaoman became nervous.
She was afraid of being rejected and also afraid of being allowed.
Lingping listened to Xiao Gun...Well, what the little girl said, he immediately laughed: "Sword Sutra?"
"The sword script is good..."
He was so happy, so happy!
He happened to have many Guwu books that hadn't been sold for a long time.
It was when he was in college, after piercing the so-called ancient martial master's painting skin, he bought it from the market because of curiosity, and planned to study it as a new book material.
Ok……
It's basically something very mysterious.
Ling Ping'an has seen some, and always feels that these so-called ancient martial arts are almost like Huyou.
What annoyance, god...
very messy.
Why do you want to save yourself in the morning and dusk, and practice at midday?
At a glance, this is what fools people who do not understand science.
but……
Don't say it, just write it, it's really good!
Ling Ping'an relied on these materials to write a book of "Gu Wu Chuan Ren in the City". The subscription is OK, at least it solves the Internet and living expenses of playing games when he was studying.
It's really great!
So he stood up and said to the little girl: "Guest, wait a minute..."
He happily walked to the bookshelf.
…………………………
Xiaoman looked at the weird man with a very happy appearance, stood up, and walked into the bookstore. It was only then that she finally noticed that the inner layer of the bookstore was a dark, deep, silent abyss.
This void is even more terrifying and profound than the huge hole in the sky after the sky has fallen.
A thick liquid like pitch, slowly flowing around the deep abyss.
Some terrible voices faintly came from inside.
Pair after pair, crazy and evil, scarlet eyes full of distortion and despair, in the depths of the abyss, the second opened and closed.
Xiao Man just glanced at it, but he didn't dare to look again.
She quickly turned around and looked in front of her.
There was a rustling movement in the skin of the devil under the buttocks.
It was the undead gods and souls, and after feeling the creatures and souls of the same origin, they were wriggling uneasy.
but……
Meow!
With a soft cat cry ~EbookFREE.me~, the demon spirit that day was like a mouse that heard the voice of a natural enemy, and immediately settled down.
"Thank you!" Xiaoman quickly thanked the kitten.
The other party ignored her, just curled up again and fell asleep next to that strange chair.
Xiaoman looked at it, and she thanked again: "Thank you really..."
Meow!
This time, the kitten is no longer arrogant.
It whispered softly, as if saying: I am not helping you, I just don't want the host's guests to be harassed...
Xiaoman felt the meaning of the cry, she picked up the teacup and took another sip.
The energetic spirit, mixed with sweet tea, immersed in the soul, calming her mind.