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Because the time has not been closed, when Lin Tuo's right hand passed through the isolation hood, it suddenly turned into a "virtual state". At the same time, the clone also emerged from his palm.

The light and shadow change, the sun is born every day, and the stars change.

Although it is not the first time to walk in a virtual state, Lin Tuo still has the illusion of falling into a kaleidoscope when he falls towards the southern mountains.

Not long after, the tiny mountain ridge expanded.

Lin Tuo also used those particularly eye-catching, numerous, rising etheric lines to accurately locate the Tiandaozong.

As the sect founded by Wang Xundao, it stands in the south, and the Shengguo Ascetic Institute in the north. The southwest demon capital stands on three legs, and it faintly occupies the first place.

Its sect is far from the world, standing in the southern mountains, only at the foot of the mountain, only a few villages and towns are scattered, clouded with mist, and a fairy road scene.

When the virtual Lin Tuo fell from the sky and stood at the foot of the Zongmen mountain, no one noticed his presence.

Lin Tuo stepped forward happily, seeing the sky above his head from time to time, sometimes the stars were shining, sometimes the mist and rain were hazy, it was not a broad mountain path, and there were people walking from time to time.

From the frequency, it is easy to judge that the sect does not communicate much with the outside world.

It's just because it is accelerating, it seems a little lively.

Walking through the porch and the stone steps, Lin Tuo looked at everything around him with interest.

At this time, the proportion of time lapse is not too fast, it falls in his eyes as if it is walking in a fast-forward movie.

Stepping into the inner gate platform, you can see disciples sitting in the square, or practicing martial arts, or fighting against each other.

Looking at it roughly, there are hundreds of people, and there are elders in the sect who are wearing green shirts next to them.

Unfortunately, almost no sound can be heard during acceleration.

Lin Tuo looked for a while, then turned to move on.

...

Just when he was leaving.

Tiandaozong, on the training platform of the square.

"Hey, do you have a feeling?" a young man who meditated cross-legged couldn't help asking.

"what?"

"That strange gaze seems to have disappeared just now."

"Is that what you said a few months ago, the feeling of being watched?" A companion next to him smiled, "The elders said that there was nothing to be found. It is clearly your illusion."

The boy argued: "I clearly felt it, someone has been looking at this side for a long time..."

Just speaking, his own tone was not very firm.

The other teenagers even laughed kindly.

...

Climbing up the steps, passing through the second porch, there are many antique temples around, different houses have different functions.

There were a lot fewer monks here, and Lin Tuo walked forward leisurely with his hands in his hands, looking over.

When I arrived at the main hall in the middle, I looked up and saw a pair of characters hanging on the wall of the main hall.

"God."

In the center of the main hall, it was actually a huge word of heaven.

Looking at Lin Tuo, he could vaguely perceive the majesty and dignity revealed in the characters. This feeling was extremely strange, as if it had contaminated the spirit of the writer.

Looking closely, Lin Tuo's eyes were slightly bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He discovered that the background in this scroll, if there is a complicated pattern painted with silver powder, is a model of magic hidden in the three volumes of "Book of Heaven" he taught.

The essence is the "transmission pattern", which just adds a lot of useless details.

He once mentioned vaguely in the "Book of Heaven" that using vitality to infuse or visualize this Dao Rune can connect to Haotian's will. If this world encounters an irresistible calamity, he can try to call "Haotian".

This is a safety valve he left behind.

However, he didn't expect that Tiandaozong would simply draw it in the main hall, which made Lin Tuo more interesting.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo stopped staying any longer, turned and walked towards a building that had already been locked.

"The Collection Pavilion."

Following the words on the plaque, the virtual Lin Tuo walked straight into this palace where all the techniques of the entire sect were hidden.

And swaggered into the gatekeeper's empty eyes.

"On the first floor is only martial arts moves? It seems that important classics are still upstairs."

Lin Tuolue glanced briefly and found that the bookshelf on the first floor was full of various sword books and boxing techniques...

As the first sect in the mainland, there are almost all martial arts hidden here, and it is a temple in the minds of all warriors and low-level monks. However, Lin Tuo has no interest in it.

Soon, he came to the second floor.

There are a lot fewer books placed here. From the name, it can be seen that they are martial arts that use vitality to display extraordinary power, or they should be called "combat skills."

Unfortunately, this is still not what he is looking for.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo came to the third floor.

There are a lot less books here, only a dozen volumes, including the core combat skills of Tiandaozong, and the core skills of the sect written by Wang Xundao:

"Tiandao scroll."

Standing in front of the bookshelf, staring at these three words on the cover, Lin Tuo was startled at first, then smiled: "I really dare to name it."

However, his footsteps finally stopped.

"If this is the core technique of Wang Xundao's writing, then it will definitely include the details of how to break through the body tempering state."

Thinking of this, Lin Tuo breathed tightly, raised his right hand, and grabbed it toward the scroll.

At the same time, he also turned off Time Acceleration-if not, he would not be able to touch the book in a virtual state.

As a result, time slowed down at this moment, and in the quiet pavilion, you could hear a little cracking sound coming from the window, that was some strong sect masters practicing combat skills.

The afternoon sun came in thankfully, and there were countless dust floating in the air.

"Wow." Lin Tuo, who returned to normal from the virtual state, opened the Tiandao scroll, flipping quickly from page to page. His expression also changed from anticipation, to surprise, to doubt, and finally fell into deep thought.

Unconsciously, the light and shadow on the floor also moved from one end to the other.

Then, the sun fell outside the window, and what came in became moonlight and stars.

Different floors of the Diancang Pavilion require different permissions. Ordinary disciples can only enter the first floor at most, and only those who are better can be allowed to enter the second floor to select combat skills.

As for the third layer, often no one will step into it once in a few months.

This gave Lin Tuo a quiet enough environment.

It can make him read, think, understand...practice.

As for the entire Tiandao Sect, no one knew it. A ghostly figure quietly passed through the barriers and stepped into the gate of the sect without any notice.

...

The next day, daybreak.

When I do not know why toss and turn last night, the restless elder of Dian Zang Pavilion stepped on the stairs with some inexplicable induction, and finally stepped onto the third floor.

When he saw the books on the shelf intact, he finally let out a gentle breath.

Shaking his head and laughing secretly, I thought it was my own illusion.

"...I thought someone had entered the third floor...How is this possible?"

In everyone's eyes, even the powerhouses of the Capital Ascetic Academy, or the emperors of the Demon Capital, could not invade the Heavenly Dao Sect silently.

This is the first big confidence.

In self-deprecating sound, he slowly walked over, preparing to clean up the dust on the bookshelf.

Then, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and for a moment his hairs stood up, his limbs were cold, like falling into an ice cave.

The scroll on the wooden shelf is clearly full of traces of being turned over.