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Chapter 610: Soul-Slaying Lord: I lost my parents a thousand years ago...

Xiandu Library.

The huge and majestic silver light building, located at the foot of the sacred tree covering the sky, is the core of the Immortal Sect without any other place.

Even if we face the situation of national subjugation and annihilation, we must first consider the transfer of the Xiandu Library, and then consider the safety of personnel.

As long as the Immortal City Library still exists, the Immortal Sect can be rebuilt again within the lifespan of a generation of Nascent Soul cultivators at most.

At noon, people come and go.

Old people with gray hair and difficulty walking, steady middle-aged people, high-spirited young people, and elementary school students wearing uniforms from nearby schools walked through the library, picking up a book from time to time, walking softly, and trying to keep their voices down.

If they are warriors and cultivators in the inner energy realm, they often choose to communicate through sound transmission and spiritual consciousness.

At the entrance of the library,
A kind old man, wearing a simple green robe, without any pressure, looked dazed from time to time, like a puppet, walking a few steps and stopping a few steps, as if he was thinking about something all the time.

If anyone who knows him sees it, he will definitely open his mouth and be shocked.

The last time he went out, the president of Qingfeng University, Dinghai Zhenjun, was probably not even an embryo.

Even the clones at Qingfeng University and Beidou University sat firmly in their own classrooms, not moving at all except in class.

"They must be fast."

远！
This old man in green robes is clearly the ruler of the Immortal Sect. He is far away and appears in his true form.

someone added.

"What the hell happened?"

A middle-aged female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm wearing glasses complained to her friends. She was quite dissatisfied: "It is said that this year's fiscal revenue has decreased, the basic salary has remained unchanged, and the previous bonuses and performance rewards have become smaller. If this continues, , what should I do with my son’s cultivation?”

"My daughter works in the Xianmen official enterprise, and I heard that she has also received a lower salary..."

The people around comforted him.

"Oh, what happened? We teachers are already poor, and our salaries are not high to begin with, and now they are even lower..."

He didn't know when he came out of his secluded place. This was extremely unusual. This person had not appeared in front of everyone for at least two thousand years.

"Wages have dropped again..."

"My girl works in the military. I heard from her that her salary has not been reduced or increased. I guess that's not the case. There are also low-income groups whose salaries have not been reduced."

"The same goes for our bank."

"It's not like, it's not like, we have been peaceful for three thousand years, it's not like something will happen to our generation..."

"Isn't there going to be a war?"

Others disagreed: "Xianmen Official Enterprise is too big, and every move will affect all walks of life. At most, they will be like us in a month or two."

Someone said in panic.

Walk a few steps away, stop a few steps, and while thinking about something, also pay some attention to the spiritual discussions of the monks around you.

"Private enterprises have not cut wages."

A large group of people all talked about the same experience.

"It seems to be related to the extraordinary citizens' meeting held a year ago, which said that investment was needed to revitalize the scientific research industry in Xiandao..."

Everyone was talking about various gossips that they had heard and guessed.

……

After watching for a while, he passed through the crowd and continued walking deeper into the library.

The deeper you go, the thinner the crowds become.

In the end, there was no one left, which made people wonder if it was time to close.

However, Xiandu Library is open 24 hours a day.

This involves the first rule of the Immortal Sect, "On the premise of possessing the ability to read".

Much of the knowledge of immortality itself is extremely dangerous. Not to mention the higher dangers, even if a Qi practitioner reads the golden elixir technique rashly, there is a risk that the sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged and he will become possessed.

In addition, there are indescribable confidentiality issues that raise the threshold for reading.

This will prevent loopholes in the Immortal Sect's great curse that one day protects the souls of the citizens of the Immortal Sect and prevents the leakage of knowledge, thus causing no more losses. Yuan walked slowly forward.

The Immortal's patience is terrifying. The distance between the library and the library is only a few kilometers. It took a full month to walk, and he didn't feel there was any problem.

No matter how long the road is, walk slowly, don't give up, don't be discouraged, it will eventually end.

Look up far.

Compared to when he came here two thousand years ago, there were no big changes.

He made many of the buildings with his own hands and engraved formations on them. He also put the books in them with his own hands. He was very familiar with them.

Only in the center, a new palace with silver, white and golden colors appeared, with three words written on it.

Golden Palace.

The second series of collections in Xiandu Library, Golden Palace.

"Those old things should all be here, right?"

"It's been many years since I've seen him in person, so I miss him a bit."

Talk to yourself far away.

Stepping into the palace, the scene inside came into view.

His face looked dull from afar.

"Oh, oh, don't step on me!"

"Give way, give way, you are squeezing me!"

"You are blind..."

A large group of Wuyangyang people, at least tens of thousands of people, all Nascent Soul cultivators or above, were so crowded that they completely surrounded the already small Golden Palace.

Due to the forbidden laws here, a group of Nascent Soul monks who have never been used to being too close to others are crowded together. You are next to me, and I am next to you. From time to time, someone steps on someone's foot or pulls someone's hair, and they immediately explode. There was a fierce quarrel, spittle flew everywhere, and chicken feathers were everywhere.

They are all Nascent Soul cultivators of the same generation. No one is afraid of the other, and no one puts on airs. They just roll up their sleeves and start a fight.

But even so, none of the Nascent Soul cultivators seemed to want to go out. They all gathered around the various God-incarnation cultivators, watching eagerly, and each using their own methods.

"Old Commander!"

True Lord Killing Soul stood in front of the broad-minded Canghai Tianjun, holding his thigh, his one eye flickering, and tears streaming down his face: "I lost my parents a thousand years ago, and it was you who watched me grow up. Yes, now I only have one request, please let me see the magic..."

"Pay attention to your nose."

Canghai Tianjun kicked him several meters away with a disgusting kick, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Old Commander!"

Before the Soul-Slaying Lord could crawl over again, several more Nascent Soul cultivators rushed forward, each hugging Canghai Tianjun's clothes, trouser legs, and arms, and surrounded him in circles.

"Old Commander, do you still remember that when we were in the Barren Copper Small World, you personally praised me for my bravery in combat and my spiritual command..."

"Old Commander, I am the most powerful Nascent Soul Commander in a thousand years. Take a look..."

"Old Commander..."

A group of people sometimes showed their muscles, sometimes begged and cried, sometimes talked about various reasons, turning the Golden Palace into a chattering vegetable market, without the slightest bit of solemnity that a library should have.

Not only Canghai Tianjun, the old monster from Xianmen Academy of Sciences, Shenji Tianjun who had been in seclusion for thousands of years also came out of seclusion, Shuling Zhenjun and a group of Nascent Soul monks were clinging to him, begging him endlessly, making him overwhelmed. Its annoying.

In other places, many heavenly kings also arrived and were entangled like monkeys by a large group of Yuanying monks who had close relationships with each other.

Some even more violently rolled on the floor, crying loudly and losing their face.

"Teacher Yuan!"

Suddenly, someone yelled.

Many eyes looked over at him.

The next moment, a large group of Nascent Soul monks surrounded them and blocked the doorway.

(End of this chapter)