Library of Heaven’s Path

He is the 104th dean, 103, and naturally the last one, the former owner of the Ziyang beast.

The old dean who was missing from the famous college!

According to the news he knew, the dean did not enter here. After the disappearance, he was still alive and dead. How come there is a grave here suddenly?

It’s full of doubts, and Zhang Hang carefully looked at it.

The mausoleum in front of you, built with ordinary bluestone, is no different from the graves outside. There is no such status and honor as the seven stars.

Turned around, and soon found that something was wrong, the brow wrinkled, came to the tombstone, and glanced at it, an organ was spurred, and then an old voice slowly sounded.

Like the underground palace, it is a kind of mechanical spring.

"I am the 103rd dean of the famous college, Zhang cited Qiu. This time, it is estimated that it is difficult to come back, it is selfish, no one has told, quietly enter here, fix your grave in advance. There are clothes that I carry with me. It’s a cloak, and let’s have a place to live after death...”

The mechanical spring keeps the sound, although it is as plain as water, but Zhang Hang heard a lot of helplessness.

It’s easy to be generous and easy to die!

When you know how to die, make preparations in advance, how sad is it?

Before I heard that many of the deeds of the old dean have been known from Yu Xukou, the process of being framed has always felt that he did not correctly assess the danger of trials and was trapped in danger.

It doesn't seem to be the case now.

Before coming to the Mausoleum of the Dean, I have built a grave for myself. It is inevitable that I already know the danger of going there, and I have done a good job ahead of time.

"There is no intention to stay in the college. It is a pity for my life! I don't want to stay, but what I want to do is more important than this. I don't allow my soul, there are any losses and defects. Even the soul of differentiation The treasures can reduce the damage, but the time is too late for my soul to split!"

The sound continues.

Differentiating the soul of the soul, can not be the practitioner of the Witchcraft division, successfully split the idea, but to succeed, it takes a long time to raise.

Otherwise, there is still no small damage to the soul.

It’s only Zhang Suhang, who cultivated the Heavenly Witch and the Soul, plus the soul is so huge that it can be easily and unimpressed. Otherwise, even a seven-star teacher will not work.

"Be able to come here and activate the institution, indicating that you are the new dean, maybe we are old acquaintances. I hope to be kind to the purple beast and tell it, I am dying for the human race, glorious and great, not the slightest Wronged and unwilling, don't worry. Also, be careful of the holy beasts in Yunwuling..."

A sigh, the sound continues.

The old dean seems that once he disappears, the college can inherit his position. In total, the few people are considered to be in advance.

I just dreamed that the new dean, who had never seen it, completed the two things he had explained.

"What are you going to do?" Knowing the organization, there is no way to answer, Zhang Hang still asked.

Listen to the other person's tone, know that you must die, but you have to do it, even at the expense of building a dress in advance... What the **** is doing?

Not just a trial?

"Maybe you know the news, I just experienced an ordinary trial, but in fact, it is not. This matter, involving the secret of Confucius when he was young, seems to be related to the profession of the poison, I know and Not detailed, only to see it with your own eyes, can you confirm! In addition, involving the Master of the World, can not rumor, can only be stunned!"

The voice.

"The secret of Confucius when he was young? Is it related to the profession of the drug dealer?"

Zhang Hangyi, then the body is stiff: "Is it...congenital fetal poison?"

According to the news he knows, when Confucius was young, he also suffered from congenital fetal toxicity. Only before the age of 30, the success of the nine-star masters may solve the mortal situation.

Because of this, I have been working hard to cultivate, and I dare not stop.

The old dean's message actually said that it involves the young secret of Confucius, and is related to the poisonist, how can he not be excited?

"If you really want to know, you can go to the poison hall of the Hongyuan Empire. It’s just that this place has always been secretive, especially for famous teachers. It’s awe, the specific location, I have investigated for many years, I don’t know, but According to speculation, it should be near Jingyuan City. There will be a detailed map of the trial site. Unfortunately, time does not allow me to scrutinize and do the best of all. I can only go ahead..."

"Detailed illustration?" Zhang Xuan doubted, and then understood.

The old dean, the place to go, is very dangerous.

If you can find a detailed map in the poison hall, it will be safer. It is a pity that something is more urgent, forcing him to do it, and then he will take risks and never go back.

The other party left these things, obviously it is to let the dean of the younger generation, prepare enough time to make a decision.

"Okay, all that can be said, how to choose, it depends on yourself."

The sound slowly dissipated as if it had never been seen before.

"Thank you!"

Knowing that it’s just a message, not a real person, Zhang Hang or a respectful bow.

I am not grateful to him for telling the news about congenital fetal toxicity, but for respecting the mortal and ignoring attitude.

Know this, may not return, let the Ziyang beast stay in advance, but also left the crown, reminding future generations... Still gone, not even leaving the idea!

This is the same as the famous teachers who died in Yunwuling. For the sake of their persistence, they can ignore their lives.

Maybe this is a famous teacher, let the countless people follow the real charm!

A truly respectable place.

The Philippine people die and die, *******!

Shaking his head, the eye of Ming Li squirmed, and no other organs or bans were found. Zhang Hang continued to move forward.

On both sides of the road, there are graves of other deans, all of which have written about life and experience. After watching it for a while, Zhang Hang could not help but sigh.

These high-ranking deans, in fact, a large part of them are not dead, but died in the process of confrontation with the aliens.

It’s like the dean of Mo Liuzhen, who is known as the first talent. After entering the cave, he never came back.

"Isn't the aliens rarely seen? How can they all die in their hands?" Zhang Suo silenced.

From the Tianxuan Kingdom, it’s been nearly a year’s time. During this time, I’ve seen a living alien, a dozen heads, and a broken monk...

This race is not completely driven away?

How do you see the situation of these deans, almost all to fight against them?

"First take out the Leiming Stone and say it again! No matter whether it is against the aliens, you must have the strength to rely on it..."

After seeing more than a dozen tombstones, there is no explanation above. Zhang Hang knows that he can't figure out for the time being and continues to move forward.

Mu Kai Mu Shi, the first generation of the founder, in the innermost of the entire Mausoleum, ten minutes later, finally came to the front.

This tomb seems to be as simple as the other, respectfully licking a few heads, and then the special token given by the cockroach is taken out, and the finger flies and slowly flies forward.

Hey!

The token came over the tomb, suddenly opened a ban, a roar, and a storage ring slowly flew up from the ground.

A finger hooks, the ring falls into the palm of your hand, and Zhang Hang really enters it and looks at it.

"A lot of treasures!"

There are many rare minerals and treasures in the ring, and the thunder stone that you need is displayed in it.

It should have been collected by Mukaizu before his death.

After death, he was buried in the tomb, and left to the needy descendants, not asking for a return, the famous teacher Gao Jie, which is evident.

"Thank you!"

The token and the ring were put away, and the grave was once again respectfully bowed.

Thundering stone is at hand, and it is time to practice the impact from the holy.

The time is not long, return to the entrance to the mausoleum.

When the wrist is turned over, the previous Qing spirit clock is taken out.

The Green Soul Bell at this time is still nourishing the soul. Although the effect is not very big, as long as it is combined for a long time, it will inevitably form an independent consciousness.

"Use the separation method of the Witch Soul..."

Knowing this separation of ideas, I don’t know how long it will take. Zhang shook his head and sat on the floor with his knees, his spirits moving, and the witches coming out.

The huge soul, up to more than ten meters, according to the method of the original soul of the soul, gently squirming, and soon a soul with exactly the same body appeared in front of the eyes.

"Separating the soul, the damage to the source is really big..."

Split out a new soul, the soul body is reduced to about ten meters, Zhang Hang feels tired and tired, can not help but shook his head.

Although it is only a small part of the separation, less than one tenth of the deity, still let him, some can not bear.

When the wrist is turned over, the remnant of the blue-horned dragon beast that was obtained in Yunwuling appeared in front of the eyes and turned into a warm airflow, slowly nourished.

Dare to use the witch soul to separate directly, not afraid of hurting the source, because he has this to rely on.

This remnant soul has been erased by the monks and can be absorbed at any time without fear of being countered.

He absorbs the remnant soul here, restores the damage consumption, and separates the soul, and the body slams into the green soul clock.

This soul, if there is no place to go, will consume the source, experience the five declines of the soul, and eventually dissipate.

The Qingshen Bell is the place to preserve the mind, as well as the dean of the past.

"The two merge, enter the mausoleum, it will do..."

The combination of the soul and the green soul clock, the thought of the hanging and hanging out, relieved, the spirit moved, slowly flew up, and flew straight to the mausoleum in front of you.

Hey!

A contact between the body and the tombstone immediately felt a huge surge of suction, and then the body swayed and disappeared from the place. The next moment, it appeared in a closed room.

It’s not so much a room, it’s better to say that it’s a cave, and then a special idea rushes into the mind, making him numb his scalp.

"This is the killing of the aliens?"

The pupils are shrinking, and this idea is suspended, and it is not stiff.