Passive Cultivation of Techniques: Training to Become Buddha in a Demonic Sect

Chapter 2 Obtaining the Technique

The Sutra Pavilion is far away.

Lu Li walked for most of the day before arriving at the Sutra Collection Pavilion after dark.

"Stop, token!"

As soon as he stepped into the front yard of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, a stern voice sounded directly in Lu Li's mind.

At the same time, a powerful oppression like a mountain shrouded his head.

This is a spiritual pressure stronger than a real ghost!

Lu Li didn't dare to neglect, and quickly took out the martial art jade pendant given by the ghost real person.

hum.

The martial arts jade pendant trembled and emitted a bright light.

Then, the stern voice sounded again: "Introductory disciples can only enter the first floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. If they enter the second floor without authorization, they will be killed without mercy."

"Disciple obeys."

Lu Li put away the jade pendant and bowed his hands.

Then, he walked into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

There are many people in the library.

But very quiet.

Lu Li walked cautiously, bowing slightly, not daring to look at anyone.

These are all ruthless demon monks who kill without blinking an eye.

In the Demon Sect, in terms of strength, the Yin Ming Ghost Sect is not ranked in the top five, but in terms of cruelty, the disciples of the Yin Ming Ghost Sect are definitely in the top three.

If they don't agree, they will kill him directly.

Therefore, Lu Li, who was weak in strength, did not dare to provoke anyone.

Fortunately, the ghost sect disciples who came and went didn't seem to care about him as an ant.

Soon, Lu Li walked to the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

It is said to be the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but in fact, it is a 33-storey black stone giant building, which is very magnificent.

Around the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, there are also black and white lights flickering.

This is the array.

Once there is any change, the formation method is activated, and the Nascent Soul cultivator will die instantly.

What's more, there are old monsters at the level of gods hidden in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Lu Li held his breath, raised his feet, and stepped into the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a white-haired old man sitting by the door, resting with his eyes closed.

He also wears a necklace of human skulls around his neck.

Lu Li didn't dare to read more, so he walked over quickly and began to search for magic arts on the bookshelf on the first floor.

The first floor is very large, more than three miles long and wide.

There are also many people.

Most of them are disciples of Qi refining and foundation building period.

Lu Li, a guy on the first level of Qi refining, was not conspicuous in the crowd.

He was very serious, looking at each jade slip.

"White Bone Lotus Heart Art requires a living human bone...not suitable."

"Blood snake demon pupil, one hundred pairs of eyes are needed... not suitable."

"Heart Demon Sword, you need to harvest the yin and evil energy, refine it into your heart and lungs, and keep your sword up. Hey, this is not bad... Fifty years of success? Forget it."

...

Lu Li looked at him all the way, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

As expected of the magic.

The tens of thousands of exercises collected on this floor are actually all magic exercises, either to collect human eyes or to collect blood and energy from bones, which are very sinister and vicious.

Even some body forging magic arts similar to the golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt require the infusion of human blood and ghost qi.

After choosing for a long time, there is no suitable one!

It is difficult to find a few books that can be cultivated, but at least fifty years, as many as hundreds of years.

Even if he has a plug-in, I am afraid it is too late.

He only has a month left!

Lu Li's face was a little ugly.

However, he still did not give up and continued to search.

After an unknown amount of time, he came to the last bookshelf, reached out and picked up a piece of jade slip, and began to check the small characters engraved on it.

"Four Eclipse Magic Techniques, Eclipse Heart... not suitable."

Lu Li glanced at it and put it down.

Then pick up the next piece of jade slip.

Pick up, put down.

...

When he put down the last piece of jade slip,

His face has turned black.

There are more than 10,000 magic arts on the entire first floor, and there is really no one suitable for him!

Do you really have to wait to die now?

"Boy, you're so picky, you don't even look down on this level of magic?"

Suddenly, a sound as thick as a bell rang beside him.

Lu Li turned his head to look.

It was the white-haired old man wearing a human skull necklace. He was more than two meters tall and his eyes were fierce, like a man-devouring giant bear.

At first glance, he is a master.

Moreover, who dares to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, how can they be ordinary people?

Lu Li pursed his lips, cupped his hands and replied, "I don't dare. I just want to choose a practice that suits me."

"Huh? The old man sees that you have good aptitude. Nine times out of ten, the exercises here are suitable for you! Why don't you choose?"

The white-haired old man asked condescendingly.

"Uh... these exercises are good, but the disciple wants a magic exercise that is not so bloody, does not require blood and bones, and does not suck ghosts."

Lu Li explained.

"Joke! My ghost sect is a demon sect. It doesn't kill people or raise ghosts. What kind of demon sect is it! You kid, you don't want to practice this kind of magic skill? Say, are you an undercover agent sent by Zhengdao? !"

The white-haired old man shouted loudly.

This body, like a thunderous shock, exploded in the ear.

It almost shattered Lu Li's eardrums.

Strangely, the white-haired old man roared so loudly that none of the surrounding Ghost Sect disciples seemed to hear him.

It's an enchantment!

The one who can lay down the barrier at will, at least Jindan.

At this moment, Lu Li came back to his senses and bowed with a wry smile: "This elder, have you ever seen such a bad and decent undercover agent? If I really are undercover, I am afraid that by the end of the month, I will be killed by my master."

"It makes some sense."

After listening, the white-haired old man nodded and turned to leave.

At this moment, Lu Li gritted his teeth, stepped forward, blocked his way, and asked, "Elder, I wonder if you have any exercises that are suitable for the disciples to practice. Can you reward the disciples with a copy?"

"Um?"

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes.

The mountain-like pressure was immediately suppressed.

Lu Li only felt that his shoulders seemed to be carrying a mountain, and he was about to be crushed into patties.

However, he still gritted his teeth and did not step back.

Suddenly, the pressure was relieved, and the white-haired old man praised: "Okay! The old man sees that you are a little tough, so I will give you a copy. However, the Fa is not lightly passed on, and the old man will test you!"

Lu Li looked overjoyed, and cupped his hands: "Please test the elders."

"Okay! Let me ask you a question, old man." The white-haired old man touched the human skull on his chest, pondered for a while, and asked with a frown, "Toad, can you eat swan meat?"

Um?

This question is meaningful.

Lu Li heard it all at once.

"Answer quickly!"

The white-haired old man urged in dissatisfaction.

"can!"

Lu Li rolled his eyes and answered with hands.

"Huh? Can toads really eat swan meat?"

The white-haired old man's eyes began to shine.

"Really. However, all the toads eat are swans shot by others." Lu Li answered honestly.

Hearing this answer, the white-haired old man's face instantly turned black.

There was a faint flash of green light above his head.