Great Emperor Myriad

　　Deng Yalin's performance made Ling Xiao feel some surprise.

　　 "Yes, since you recognize your mistakes, then look at your performance! If you really regret it, I don't mind passing the Vajra fist to you!"

　　 "What?! Vajra Fist?"

When Deng Yalin heard it, he immediately got excited and quickly asked, "Vajra's fist punch is an ancient martial art, and it's a prestige at the prefecture level. It has been lost for a long time. The most powerful martial art in our Changshengmen is only the inferior prefecture. Qixing Huayuejian!"

　　 "No one else, but I have. As long as you behave well, I will consider passing it to you!"

　　 Ling Xiao smiled faintly.

　　 "Thank you, Son, from now on, Deng Yalin will only look forward to the Son!"

　　 Deng Yalin was overjoyed and immediately knelt down again to show loyalty.

Ling Xiao has seen this. Although Deng Yalin is young and very proud, but his nature is not bad, he is just spoiled, and he is still a martial arts. If he performs well in the future, Ling Xiao will not mind passing it to him. Fumoquan is also considered to increase the strength of the door of eternal life.

　　 saw that Deng Yalin had shown surrender to Ling Xiao, and many disciples of Changshengmen also showed their awe.

　　Ling Xiao's means of turning their hands over the clouds to cover the rain, so that they all began to surrender.

　　 Deng Tiande and Deng Yalin originally wanted to give Ling Xiao a horse power, but they did not expect Ling Xiao to take over the hearts of many disciples.

　　 And Ling Xiao didn't find it, Ling Kun looked at him, the color of resentment grew stronger.

　　 Finally, the crowd dispersed.

　　Ling Xiao followed Nangong Xuan to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at Changshengmen.

　　 looked at the Tibetan scripture pavilion in front of him, Ling Xiao's brow furrowed.

"Ten thousand years ago, there were nine floors of the Tibetan Buddhist Scripture Pavilion at Changshengmen, and millions of Tibetan scriptures, ranging from basic martial arts to supreme martial arts. It is a holy place for martial arts in the world. I didn’t expect that there are only four floors and only one land. The seven-star moon sword of the lower grade is passed down, which is really sad!"

　　 Ling Xiao's voice was somewhat lonely.

"Yes! Since 10,000 years ago, the two ancestors of Tian Tian Supreme and Chang Sheng Supreme suddenly disappeared, and the Chang Sheng Gate has undergone several major changes, and it has begun to be inferior to the next generation. Many martial arts in the Tibetan scriptures have also been adopted by other sects. What we divide, we only hate our incompetence, there is no way to restore the glory of the ancients!"

　　Nangong Xuan sighed.

　　 "It's okay, although there are only four layers left, but some things still exist, it's enough!"

　　 Ling Xiao's eyes moved, as if she felt something, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

　　 "What are you doing in the Tibetan Classics Pavilion? If you want to practice the Seven-Star Moon Sword, I can pass it on to you now! With your talents, it may really be possible to lead the Changshengmen to strength, although it is difficult!"

　　Nangong Xuan is full of confidence in Ling Xiao.

　　 "I came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, naturally to pass on your longevity supreme scripture! The complete longevity supreme scripture is in this Tibetan scripture statute!"

　　 Ling Xiao smiled slightly.

　　 "The Changsheng Supreme Sovereign is in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion? How is it possible?! The Changsheng Supreme Sovereign Sutra was originally placed on the ninth floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Only the patriarch can enter, but now there is no ninth floor.

　　 Nangong Xuan's face was full of unbelief.

　　 "I said yes, it's there!"

　　 Ling Xiao smiled faintly, and his voice was full of undoubted domineering.

　　 "You are waiting for me outside!"

　　 Ling Xiao dropped a sentence, and stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 The first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is based on some basic Huang-level inferior martial arts, medicine, and miscellaneous books of hundreds of schools, and any disciple can enter.

　　 The second level is martial arts below the Huangpin Pei Pin, and only inner disciples and outer disciples who have made significant contributions can enter.

　　 The third level is martial arts below the Xuan-level gem, and only disciples of the true biography and inner disciples who have made significant contributions can enter.

　　 The fourth floor is the township martial arts of the Changshengmen, the seven-star moon sword of the inferior level and the eternal sutra of the inferior level. These two martial arts cannot be practiced without the permission of the suzerain and many elders.

　　 Ling Xiao entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and walked straight to the fourth floor.

　　 On the fourth floor, there is a painting hanging on the north side. The painting is a handsome man in a white suit, standing with his hand on his shoulders, his sword eyebrows into the blue sky, his eyes shining in the sky, and he has his own unique style.

　　 This is just an ordinary painting, it does not seem to have any spiritual fluctuations, only a small poem in the lower right corner.

　　Jinse Wuxian Wuxian, a string and a column of thoughts and years.

　　Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Emperor Wangdi spring cares for the cuckoo.

　　 The pearl of the moon in the sea has tears, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

　　 This feeling can be treated as a recollection, but it was already in a state of dismay.

　　 "Ha ha ha... This feeling can be treated as a memory, but it was already at that time... Jinse, I am sorry for you, I am late!"

　　 Ling Xiao's face was bitter, how could he not understand the meaning in this poem?

　　 At that time, he and Zhenlong Supreme went to explore the tomb of the Red Dragon God of War. Unexpectedly, this journey was a farewell. Now, after ten thousand years, where is Jinse?

　　Even the supreme strongman can't live for 10,000 years, perhaps Jin Se has already turned into a red face and turned into loess.

　　Ling Xiao seemed to see a magnificent woman with a haggard face, full of longing for the people in the painting, and wrote this poem.

　　 What kind of situation was that?

　　Think of this, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Ling Xiao could not help but feel pain in his heart.

"Jinse, I will find you, even if God took you away, I will take you back from his hand, you are waiting for me, when I step on the peak, reach the **** realm, I will find you !"

　　 Ling Xiao muttered to herself, his eyes sharpened more and more.

　　Oh!

　　Finally, he pointed out the sky, and a bright light appeared in the painting, and a light door appeared.

　　 Ling Xiao stepped forward.

　　 This is a misty space, surrounded by chaos, but in front of Ling Xiao, there are two volumes of ancient books with golden light.

　　The mystery of swallowing heaven!

　　Eternal Life Supreme Sutra!

　　 If it is seen by people 10,000 years ago, it will definitely go crazy and desperately snatch. These two ancient books are the peerless martial arts that swallowed the Supreme and Longevity Supreme 10,000 years ago.

　　 Longevity Supreme Sovereign, is the supreme martial art that transcends the heaven level, even comparable to the legendary martial art.

　　The mystery of swallowing the sky is even more mysterious and more powerful than the supreme martial arts!

This ancient painting was originally painted by Jin Se for Ling Xiao, and was finally refined into a secret treasure by Ling Xiao. There are two peerless martial arts hidden in it. Even the supreme strongman will not find the strangeness of ancient paintings, but will automatically ignore them and treat them as ordinary paintings.

　　 Ling Xiao waved, the two scrolls turned into two streamers and merged into Ling Xiao's mind.

　　 Supreme Martial Arts contains the laws of heaven and earth, and it must have the true inheritance of the Supreme to be able to practice successfully, so it is difficult to be carried by utensils. Unlike martial arts below the heaven level, the book can be fully recorded.

　　 A wave of Mingwu came to mind, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, and his eyes grew brighter.