Great Emperor Myriad

Deng Yalin's performance made Ling Xiao also feel a little surprised.

"Yes, since you recognize your mistakes, then it depends on your performance! If you really regret it, I don't mind passing the King Kong Demon Fist to you!"

"What?! King Kong Fu Demon Fist?"

When Deng Yalin heard this, he became excited and quickly asked: "The King Kong Fu Demon Boxing is an ancient martial arts, a territorial masterpiece, and it has long been lost. The most powerful martial arts in our longevity school is only a territorial inferior. Seven Stars Moon Sword!"

"Others don't, but I do. As long as you behave well, I will consider passing it to you!"

Ling Xiao smiled faintly.

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

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

Ling Xiao had already noticed that although this Deng Yalin was young and very proud, his nature was not bad, he was just spoiled, and he was still a martial idiot. If he performed well in the future, Ling Xiao wouldn't mind passing it on to him. Fu Mo Fist can also be regarded as increasing the strength of the Longevity Gate.

Seeing Deng Yalin surrendering to Ling Xiao, many disciples of the Longevity School also showed awe.

Ling Xiao's method of turning his hands for the clouds and hands for the rain made them all surrender.

Deng Tiande and Deng Yalin originally wanted to give Ling Xiao a disarm, but they didn't expect that Ling Xiao would use this to win the hearts of many disciples.

But Ling Xiao didn't notice, Ling Kun looked at him, and the spiteful color became more and more intense.

Finally, everyone dispersed.

Ling Xiao followed Nangongxuan to the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Changshengmen.

Looking at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in front of him, Ling Xiao frowned.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Changshengmen Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had nine floors and millions of Buddhist scriptures. It has everything from basic martial arts to supreme martial arts. It is a martial arts sacred place in the world. I did not expect that now there are only four floors and only one place. The lower-grade Seven Star Moon Sword has been handed down, it is really sad!"

There was a sense of loneliness in Ling Xiao's voice.

"Yes! Since ten thousand years ago, the two patriarchs of Tuntian Supreme and Changsheng Supreme suddenly disappeared. The Changshengmen has undergone several major changes, and one generation has begun to be inferior to the next. Many martial arts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion have also been taken by other sects. We only hate our incompetence and there is no way to restore the ancient glory!"

Nangongxuan sighed.

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

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

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

Nangongxuan is full of confidence in Ling Xiao.

"I came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, naturally to pass on your Longevity Supreme Sutra! The complete Longevity Supreme Sutra is in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

Ling Xiao smiled slightly.

"The Supreme Sutra of Longevity is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? How is it possible?! Originally the Supreme Sutra of Longevity was placed on the ninth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Only the master can enter, but now the ninth floor is gone. What about the Supreme Sutra of Longevity?"

Nangongxuan's face was full of unbelief.

"I said yes, it is there!"

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, his voice filled with unquestionable domineering.

"You wait for me outside!"

Ling Xiao left a word and stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is filled with miscellaneous books of some basic Huang-level inferior martial arts, medicine, and various scholars. Any disciple can enter.

The second level is the martial arts below the Huang level Peer Level. Only inner disciples and outer disciples who have made major contributions can enter.

The third level is martial arts below the Xuan-level peerless grade. Only true disciples and inner disciples who have made significant contributions can enter.

The fourth level is the Zhen-style martial arts of the Changshengmen, the seven-star moon sword of the low-rank and the Changshengjing of the low-rank. These two types of martial arts cannot be practiced without the permission of the sovereign and many elders.

Ling Xiao walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and walked straight to the fourth floor without stopping.

On the fourth floor, there is a painting hanging in the north of the fourth floor. It shows a handsome man in white clothes standing with his hands held down. His sword eyebrows are in the blue sky, his eyes are shining into the sky, and he has a unique aura.

This is just an ordinary painting, without any spiritual fluctuations, only a small poem in the lower right corner.

Jinse has no strings at all.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be regarded as a remembrance, but at that time it was lost.

"Hahaha...this love can be regarded as a remembrance, but it was already at a loss... Jinse, I am sorry for you, I am late!"

Ling Xiao's face was full of bitterness, how could he not understand the meaning of this poem?

Back then, he and Zhenlong Zhizun went to explore the tomb of the Chilong God of War. They did not expect that this trip would be a farewell. Now that thousands of years have passed, where is Jinse?

Even the supreme and powerful person will not live for 10,000 years. Perhaps Jinse has already turned into a red face and withered bones and turned into loess.

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

What kind of situation is that?

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

"Jinse, I will definitely find you, even if God takes you away, I will snatch you back from him, you are waiting for me, waiting for me to reach the peak and ascend to the realm of God, I will definitely find you !"

Ling Xiao muttered to himself, his eyes getting sharper.

laugh!

Finally, he pointed out in a volley, and a bright light appeared in the painting, and a light gate appeared.

Ling Xiao stepped in.

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

Swallowing Secret Technique!

Supreme Sutra of Longevity!

If they were seen by people 10,000 years ago, they would definitely be mad and desperate to snatch them. These two ancient books are the peerless martial arts of Tuntian Supreme and Changsheng Supreme 10,000 years ago.

The Supreme Sutra of Longevity is the supreme martial arts that surpasses the heavens, and is even comparable to the legendary martial arts of the gods.

And the Secret Technique of Swallowing Sky is even more mysterious and unpredictable, even stronger than the Supreme Martial Arts!

This ancient painting was originally painted by Jinse for Ling Xiao, but was finally refined by Ling Xiao into a secret treasure. It contains the two people's peerless martial arts, which is reserved for those who are predestined. Although it is only Ling Xiao who did it, Even the most powerful ones can't find the strangeness of ancient paintings, but will automatically ignore them and treat them as ordinary paintings.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, and the two ancient scrolls turned into two streams and merged into Ling Xiao's mind.

The supreme martial arts contains the laws of heaven and earth, and it is necessary to have the supreme true will to succeed in cultivation, so it is difficult to carry it with utensils, unlike the martial arts below the sky level, which can be recorded in books.

An enlightenment surged into his heart, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.