Covering the sky: The beginning is born in the Ziwei star field

Yao Yan fell into the ruins, splashing a burst of dust.

He waved away the dust floating in the air with his sleeve robe, and looked around. There was no one, and it seemed that he was teleported into the ruins separately.

There is no gloomy yin energy in this ruin, but it is filled with fairy air.

The faint sound of dragons can be heard, which is the roar of the dragon veins of the earth.

How prosperous, this clan was able to capture the ancient star's dragon veins to their ancestral land!He sighed.If you can possess the source of heaven magic at this time, you may be able to gain something extraordinary.

He flew towards the few remaining buildings.

"Tibetan scriptures..." Yao Yan saw half a plaque left on the dilapidated building.

This is probably the Buddhist scriptures hall, Yao Yan understands.

He walked quickly to the hall, and the follow-up practice books in Sendai were what he needed, as well as the legacy of Taiyin.

Suddenly, a murderous thought appeared, Yao Yan didn't react, so he could only block it with his hands, and retreated dozens of steps.

This is the guardian killing formation of the Buddhist scriptures hall. If you break into it without identity verification, it will trigger the killing formation.


Yao Yan walked around the building and took a deep breath.

This is a holy-level killing formation. He has read many ancient books of the ancient Taiyin religion and knows the horror of this killing formation.

One hair of a sage can cut off his power, and one drop of blood can burn a whole area.

It is rumored that he can capture the stars and capture the moon. Ziwei no longer exists in this world. Even Yao Yan, who is familiar with the original work, can hardly imagine such an existence.

But the holy-level killing array can kill saints.

Horror!

"If it hadn't been for the decay of the years, Sha Zhenzhenji, I'm afraid it will be planted here this time."

Yao Yan's back was covered in cold sweat, which wet the front of his clothes.

Be more cautious next time!

Fortunately, hundreds of thousands of years have decayed the killing array, causing it to only retain the power of the secret realm of the lower Taoist palace.

Time is the most powerful force, and even the ancient emperors will be killed by it, let alone a mere saint.

But the surviving Saint Killing Formation is also difficult to deal with.

Yao Yan's pupils turned into chaotic colors, these are the chaotic eyes!

He aroused his chaotic body, gathered the marks of heaven and earth in his eyes, and turned them into a pair of chaotic eyes.

The world in his eyes changed, and layers of fine lines emerged.

There are many morals and righteousness contained in the saint's killing array, and he wanted to fall into the state of enlightenment for a moment when he was in chaos.

Yao Yan resisted this urge and continued to watch Sha Zhenwen carefully.

After about a stick of incense, his eyes lit up, and two pitch-black Dao swords flew out of his pupils.

Cutting towards the stagnation of the killing formation, the passage of time has caused flaws to appear in the perfect killing formation.

And Yao Yan seized this flaw.

"boom"

There was no loud noise, just a gust of wind, and the killing array was broken.

He stepped into the scripture storage hall.

"How could this be?"

There are quite a few classics displayed in the scripture hall, but whenever he touches the classics, the classics turn into ashes.

Even if it is some classics that are shining with divine light, the same is true for using extraordinary materials.

"The prohibition of guarding the classics has long been dissipated, and the classics cannot survive the long years."

Yao Yan understood all of this.

"Perhaps only ancient books made of divine objects, like the "Tao Jing" and "Yuan Tian Shu" in the original works, can last forever with the years."

But gods are hard to find, even the handed down forces cannot have too many.

Only with the core inheritance can it be possible to use divine objects to build books.

Yao Yan abandoned the peripheral classics and walked straight to the depths.

If you can find the classics made of divine objects, you may have a great harvest.

The passage was pitch black and there was no sound. Yao Yan pressed his back against the stone wall and walked forward step by step, fearing that he would be attacked.

After advancing several hundred meters, the soil on the ground suddenly became soft, and the soles of the feet could be completely submerged when stepping on it, turning grayish white.

There are also several hard objects mixed in, making a cracking sound.

This is a cobblestone road paved with ashes, and wisps of yin qi emanate from it, making the passage even more gloomy and cold.

Yao Yan put his feet full, quietly running the ancient scriptures of Taiyin, ready to strike a shocking blow.

It's not that he is afraid of ghosts, he is a monk, and he is not afraid, but he has to imagine how many human bones are needed to accumulate these ashes.

With so many dead people, I am afraid that several big guys will be born.

Suddenly, a black hand came from behind him.

Yao Yan had been on guard for a long time, and dodged to one side of his body.

"Boom".A huge crack was opened in the stone wall, causing a great shock.

Quadrupole secret realm?He was stagnant, not easy to deal with.However, it is not impossible to rely on the chaotic body to deal with a ghost soldier without intelligence.

He didn't hesitate.

Great Wisdom Seal!

Yao Yan's right palm melted into a golden Buddha pattern, striking a shocking blow.

The sneak attacking Yin soldiers were pushed back tens of meters. When Yao Yan was about to attack again, the Yin soldiers turned into a pile of black ash.

What's going on, he was a little surprised, a Yin soldier with four extreme combat power turned into fly ash with just one blow.

How could it be so weak.

Suspicious and deceitful, he slowly approached the pile of black ash and observed it.

This yin soldier turned out to be transformed by a monk from Lunhai Secret Realm.

The innate essence is too low, and the physical strength is not enough, even if tens of thousands of years rely on the yin energy of the corpse to accumulate to the four poles.

But he couldn't stand the blow from the secret realm of Dao Palace.

Reminiscent of the sage killing formation in the Sanctuary Hall, this underground passage is probably the refuge for this low-level monk.

It's a pity that before the killing array was broken, he was shaken to death here, and turned into a pile of ashes for tens of thousands of years.

Yao Yan thought about whether there would be such a group of people when the ancient Taiyin religion was destroyed, and felt a little sentimental.

He moved on.

Although a few Yin soldiers sprang out on the way, reaching the secret realm of the four poles or even the peak of the four poles, but as long as they don't get hit, they can be easily resolved.

After an unknown amount of time, he reached the end of the passage.

A stone door stood in front of him, and he opened it with no effort.

However, it was discovered that the connected place of Shimen turned out to be another remnant building next to it.

And here he had already checked before entering the scripture hall, and there was nothing here.

This means that he has spent a lot of effort and just got nothing.

"Boom"

Yao Yan hammered Shimen slightly annoyed, venting his dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, a cuboid stone brick fell out from behind the door.

"What is this?" Yao Yan picked up the stone brick and checked it with his mind, and found that the stone brick did not exist in his mind.

Shake it, and you can faintly hear the sound.

This is a stone box containing unknown objects.

Yao Yan was about to open the stone box when he suddenly felt a person approaching quietly from behind.

"The Great Lunar Mudra!"

The man stepped into the void, walked like a dragon and a tiger, and played the secret technique of the Taiyin God Sect.

Yao Yan didn't have time to react, and backhanded the Great Prajna Seal.

When the two techniques collided, the entire remaining building collapsed directly, and huge smoke and dust drifted away.

Yao Yan looked solemnly at the black-robed Taoist who was stepping into the void and gradually approaching.

"The preparatory son of the Taiyin Sect, Duanmu Lang."

"Four Heavens of the Dao Palace!"

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