Guarding the Sutra Library for a hundred years, investing in the villain of destiny

A few days later.

In the back mountain.

An old man bathed in the moonlight, his hair was white like silk, and he exuded a desolate and withered power, affecting the surrounding plants and trees, causing the flowers and plants full of vitality to wither.

"Eight Desolate Palms!"

"Too profound!"

Chu Xun whispered softly.

This was his first time practicing the Eight Desolate Palms. With the inheritance of mind, he fell into a wonderful world. After a dizzy spell, it seemed as if he had come to another vast world.

On the earth, the road was flat and there was no end in sight. However, there was a wild air that came to his face. It was not only around him, but lingered in the whole world.

Withering.

Desolation.

Deathly silence.

It was the main theme of this world.

Sitting cross-legged here, he felt powerless and insignificant from his heart, and fear spread from the deepest part of his soul, as if there was no other destination in this world except desolation and deathly silence.

Even if he wanted to return to the previous world, he couldn't do it.

There was only one choice.

To understand the meaning of desolation.

Master the Eight Desolate Palms.

In addition.

There is no other possibility.

Fortunately, Chu Xun, who had long been accustomed to sitting in the Sutra Library, was able to keep his breath and slowly closed his eyes to feel the power of desolation. Unlike the sharpness of the sword and the domineering of the knife, desolation is everywhere, always lurking around, or surging in the twilight of old age. Feel this trace of desolation, filled with withering.

Quietly comprehend.

His body also exudes a kind of dead silence.

Affecting the surroundings.

Like the darkness that swallows the night.

Spreading over.

At first, it only covered a few feet around him.

Let the lush flowers and plants wither and turn yellow.

But as time passed.

This field is also gradually expanding.

Ten feet.

Twenty feet.

Hundreds of feet.

Fortunately, there are not many people who come to the back mountain to practice. Even if some birds and beasts accidentally enter this field, the instinct of life smells the crisis and quickly retreats, unknowingly forming two strange paintings here.

The area where Chu Xun was sitting cross-legged and practicing was in a dead silence, filled with gloom and ominousness, and all the life within the area was dead; while outside the area, it was early spring, full of vitality, and lush flowers, plants and trees.

This scene was too weird.

If the area was expanded further, it would cause a lot of noise. Rarely, this hundred-foot area stopped here. No matter how time passed, it was always this distance and no longer encroached on the outside.

The old Taoist sitting cross-legged there.

The aura of dusk on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

This sitting.

It was several days.

There was also the previous scene.

As Chu Xun opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with endless desolation and withering. Dead silence was the only main theme inside, which also affected the withering of the whole body. In an instant, all the flowers, plants and trees were completely dead, even the fish and shrimps in the river beside him turned white, and their vitality was ruined.

"Eight Desolate Palms!"

"Too profound!"

Chu Xun murmured, and he understood why this technique had the power to fight across borders. He practiced it mainly based on a state of mind. The power of desolation spread, making people despair in an instant, and falling into endless darkness and self-blame. In this situation, how could they be opponents with their strength reduced?

But it was too difficult to practice.

If it weren't for the inheritance.

He was afraid that he would not be able to comprehend it for many years.

"Saint level!"

Chu Xun murmured softly.

He lowered his head slightly.

He also noticed his own abnormality.

Desolation.

Deathly silence.

The state of sadness was too strong.

If someone was beside him, he would unconsciously think of the sad past and couldn't help but shed tears. This was a state of mind that affected him too deeply, from the inside out.

"Huh!"

He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He gently brushed his sleeves.

Rich vitality spread from the whole body, and the withered flowers and plants were full of vitality again. The fish and shrimps that were buried due to lack of vitality also came back to life, splashing a wave with a tumble, and then dived into the river again.

"Swish!"

Took a light step.

Going directly back to the Sutra Library.

Picked up the scriptures.

Muttered softly: "Comprehending the Eight Desolate Palms has too much impact on the state of mind. I will adjust the qi around my body first." Reading in the Sutra Library is undoubtedly a great way to cultivate the mind.

...

In a hurry.

It was a few days.

A disciple walked out of the Sutra Library and sighed, and said with doubt: "I always feel depressed and depressed in the Sutra Library these two days, with sadness and sorrow in my heart, but I don’t know the reason. Is it because the pressure of practice these days is too great?"

Can’t practice anymore.

Go and relax.

Come back in two days.

Sure enough.

After a few days,

This disciple went back to the Sutra Library to study again. The desolate and sad mood in his heart dissipated. With a satisfied smile on his face, he nodded to himself and said, "It seems that cultivation requires a combination of work and rest!"

Chu Xun on the eighth floor of the Sutra Library also had a gentle and satisfied look in his eyes. After a few days of reading, the old and desolate mood on his body had all dissipated, and his aura was no different from that of ordinary people.

A figure flashed.

He appeared outside the Sutra Library again.

This time he was in the depths of the back mountain, which was already on the edge of the Donglin Holy Land. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the continuous mountains in front of him, and his mouth corners slightly raised, muttering, "I have been practicing for many days, but I haven't tried the power yet!"

Try it out.

Move your hands!

Spread out five fingers.

Shoot forward.

"Boom!"

The clouds were suddenly shaken, and a huge and boundless palm print appeared. The five fingers were as huge as the Optimus Pillars, and textures could be seen on each one. The palm was even more vast, like the ravines spreading in it.

Top down.

Called a repressive stance.

There was even more desolate aura coming towards the face, covering the palm of the hand, causing several huge mountain peaks to fall into withering and death in an instant. The trees rotted, and as the palm descended, several mountain peaks were directly flattened, leaving a gap. Huge palm.

Swish, swish, swish!

Such a big movement should have alarmed Donglin Holy Land.

In an instant.

Several figures arrived.

It is no longer the realm of the Venerable.

Led by the sect master Xiao Rongyu, several figures arrived in an instant. They were the five human emperors of the Donglin Sect. They looked solemnly, staring at the remaining palm prints in front of them, and said in shock: "Who is this powerful person? Didn’t you say anything and came near my Donglin Sect?”

"What a terrifying power of desolation!"

"This remaining palm print is at least in the seventh realm of the Human Emperor!"

"What is the purpose of this palm coming from the mountain behind my east side of the Holy Land?"

Several powerful people in the Human Emperor Realm all showed solemnity. Looking at the Donglin Sect, there were only two strong people in the Seventh Human Emperor Realm. Moreover, some strong person left this palm mark at will. Who knows if it was the means of his devoting all his strength. ?

"Wow!"

Xiao Rongyu stepped forward and came to the area flattened by the palm prints. Feeling the remaining aura, he frowned slightly and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He thought about it for a while and then gave it up. He murmured: "He just broke through the human emperor realm." Soon, his cultivation level is at the second level of the Human Emperor, so it is impossible for him to have this strength, and besides, this desolate power is not within his control!"

The two old men who were playing chess in the clouds were also here. They also thought of Elder Chu and quickly ruled it out. They thought it was impossible. Elder Chu practiced swordsmanship and was not proficient in palm skills, let alone such a powerful desolate power. .

"Extremely powerful palm print!"

"Perhaps the person who wields the palm has not reached the seventh realm of the Human Emperor!"

"It's just that this palm technique is too terrifying, and it gives us misunderstandings!"

At this time, an elder from the Jiang family who held an important position in Donglin Holy Land came out to comment and felt that although the palm print was terrifying, it did not look like it was left behind by the Seventh Realm of the Human Emperor.

"That's fine!"

"No matter what purpose the mysterious strong man has!"

"During this period, it is always right to be cautious within the sect!"

Several powerful people communicated with each other, but when the corner of their eyes fell in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, they also expressed emotion. As expected of Elder Chu, who has been in the Sutra Pavilion for sixty years, he didn't even take a look at such a big movement happening here. There is no desire, not even a ray of divine consciousness comes to me, so calm!