Chapter 701 Clues

After landing on the Qingtian Peak, Ye Chunyang looked back at the iron chain bridge behind him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

When he was walking on the bridge just now, he could feel the sharpness of the restriction. If he came with his body, it would take some effort. Unfortunately, this restriction has no effect on the body of the Yuanshen.

After retracting his gaze, he looked at the huge palace on the mountain from a distance. The inheritance of Feixianmen since ancient times was recorded here.

He immediately shook his body, and his Yuanshen body went straight to the huge palace silently. Not long after, he arrived at the door of the ancient palace.

Just as he was approaching, Ye Chunyang suddenly felt his body blocked for a while. After a pause, he let go. He saw a layer of majestic restriction outside the palace, which was difficult to see with the naked eye.

What surprised him was that this restriction was different from the strong wind on the iron chain bridge when he came here. Even the Yuanshen body could not pass through it. It seemed that Feixianmen set it up to isolate outsiders from using their spiritual sense to investigate.

After observing for a while, Ye Chunyang looked at the disciples patrolling around.

Perhaps because they felt that the prohibition here was strong enough, the disciples stationed on the Qingtian Peak were not very skilled. Except for a master in the early stage of magic power, the rest were in the late stage of foundation building.

Ye Chunyang immediately floated towards one of the foundation building monks.

On the stone stairs leading to the main hall, the foundation building disciple was walking with his feet raised, looking around at the same time, with a vigilant look. Just as he walked about ten steps, a strong wind blew around him, and his body paused, and then he stood there stiffly, his lips moving and saying something, which others could not hear clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, this person suddenly woke up.

The moment he came to his senses, he looked around with a puzzled face as if he wanted to find something, but there was no one around him.

"Strange, I clearly heard someone talking to me just now, how come he disappeared in the blink of an eye? And I don't remember what he said to me, is it my illusion?"

This person muttered to himself with a strange face, trying his best to recall, but he had no impression at all, and even didn't remember what he said at all.

He nodded somewhat puzzledly and continued to move forward.

At the same time, Ye Chunyang stopped at the restriction at the entrance of the hall, pinched his hands and muttered something, then the light curtain flashed, invisible ripples emanated, and a passage opened in front of him.

He was delighted and quickly passed through the passage.

What he used just now was the unique formula to open the restriction of the Sutra Hall of Qingtian Peak. In addition to the immortals of each lineage and the two elders in the Jindan stage, only these disciples who guarded the hall all year round knew it.

With Ye Chunyang's magical powers, it was easy to learn the formula from the patrolling disciples.

After passing through the passage and walking a few steps forward, he saw an ancient bronze door about ten feet high. In order to avoid alarming others, Ye Chunyang naturally could not force the door to enter, but silently recited the formula, and the body of the soul was divided into dozens of invisible waves like gossamer, which slowly floated in from the crack of the door, and then reassembled into the body of the soul after entering the door.

"The combination of the Soul Refining Technique and the Soul Attachment Sutra is indeed infinitely useful, allowing me to change my soul body at will." Ye Chunyang was secretly satisfied.

During his transformation into a mortal, he not only practiced the method of casting pills, but also practiced his spiritual consciousness. Even masters who have also cultivated their souls cannot do such elusive means.

After entering the hall, Ye Chunyang looked up. The hall was square outside and round inside. There were slots about ten feet long embedded in the surrounding walls, and various light balls flashed inside. From the outside, they were clearly classics or exercises.

However, Ye Chunyang only took a look and did not stay for long, because he had just asked the patrolling disciple that this Sutra Hall was divided into two layers, the outer layer contained exercises suitable for cultivators below the mana stage, and the high-level magical powers and classics were all in the inner layer.

Immediately, he did not hesitate, and found the inner passage in the hall as the disciple said, and then flashed towards it.

The layout of the inner layer is much more secretive than the outer layer, but the number of martial arts books included is far less than that of the outer layer. After entering, Ye Chunyang was surprised for a moment, and then he checked in each embedded wall.

Although the number of martial arts books here is less than that of the outer layer, the protection is much greater. Ye Chunyang looked at the row of light balls on the left, and immediately reached into them. He felt a strong resistance as soon as he touched them.

Ye Chunyang snorted coldly, and without hesitation, he used the soul refining technique, and his consciousness turned into a sharp sword and stabbed directly at the light ball.

From the disciple, he learned that the inner layer not only contained the high-level martial arts of the sect, but also some ancient secrets and forbidden refining techniques. Ye Chunyang was sure that it must contain the secrets of the Arctic Ice Pool.

Although the light ball was thick, how could it withstand Ye Chunyang's domineering power? After a muffled "bang", it immediately turned into broken light and dissipated silently.

A jade slip immediately appeared in front of Ye Chunyang.

He released his spiritual sense expressionlessly and found that the jade slip was just a common method of cultivating immortals. He sighed and looked at other light balls again.

Although Feixianmen has many skills, it is not attractive to Ye Chunyang, who has many ancient methods and has obtained the skills of the seven peaks of Tianqimen. Therefore, every time he breaks the light ball, he only glances at some methods of setting up formations and refining talismans, which can make him pause for a while.

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Wu Xian is the immortal who is responsible for guarding Qingtian Peak. He is also the only mana cultivator in the patrol team. He has a high status in the hearts of all disciples. Because Feixianmen is famous, it rarely recruits disciples from outside. There has never been any abnormal situation in the Sutra Hall. Therefore, Wu Xian is nominally leading the patrol, but in fact he spends his days leisurely here.

At this moment, he was enjoying himself in a quiet place on Qingtian Peak, drinking and admiring the moon. He was surrounded by several fair-skinned and beautiful female disciples. He was really free and easy.

But suddenly, strange rainbows of light shot up from the hall on the peak. Wu Xian was stunned when he saw this, and the wine he had just poured into his mouth spurted out.

"It's the prohibition of the Sutra Hall!"

"Who is so bold! How dare to break into the Sutra Hall and steal the skills!"

Wu Xian's face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth without thinking, and a square magic weapon was summoned out of his body. It turned out to be a brick made of spiritual jade.

Judging from the breath of this treasure, it seems to be a spiritual treasure that has already contained spirit.

"Call all disciples! Follow me to the Sutra Hall to catch the thief immediately!"

Wu Xian shouted with a stern face, and immediately drove the thing to fly through the air. During his patrol, someone sneaked into the Sutra Hall without noticing. Who is the other party?

The Sutra Library was infiltrated, which was a big deal. Once the two Jindan-stage elders knew about it, he would be in big trouble!

Thinking of this, Wu Xian did not dare to be negligent at all. He flashed to the door of the Sutra Library with a spiritual jade brick and shouted angrily: "Who broke into the Sutra Library? Get out now!"

Hearing this shocking change, the disciples gathered in an instant and blocked all the exits of the Sutra Library, making it difficult for the people inside to escape.

But what made Wu Xian look ugly was that after he shouted, the abnormality triggered by the prohibition inside not only did not stop, but became more and more intensive.

It seemed that the "thief" inside did not take him seriously at all.

"Come here! Open the barrier!" Wu Xian's eyes flickered a few times, and suddenly shouted to the disciples around him.

The disciple was stunned and said, "Uncle, the Sutra Hall is an important place of the sect. We cannot open the barrier without permission. If we rush in, we may violate the sect rules..."

With a "slap", the disciple was not finished speaking when a palm-leaf fan-sized slap hit his face. He immediately turned around several times with stars in his eyes, and stopped with a blank face until Wu Xian's angry voice came.

"Asshole! The Sutra Hall has been robbed, and you still care about the sect rules. When the thief takes away all the skills of our sect, you may regret it too late!"

Wu Xian was shocked and angry.

The disciple woke up immediately, and without saying much, he hurriedly took out a formation plate from his arms and quickly cast a spell into it.

The surrounding disciples were stunned and woke up unanimously, casting spells one after another.

Wu Xian stared at the barrier light curtain that was slowly opening in front of him. He was shocked and angry, and even more confused. From the barrier, it was clearly intact. How could the other party sneak into the Sutra Hall?

At this point, Wu Xian had no time to think too much. As soon as the barrier was opened, he immediately pushed open the door of the hall and rushed in.

There was no one in the outer layer, and the many martial arts books had not moved. Seeing this, Wu Xian hurried to the inner passage.

The next scene made him dumbfounded.

The forbidden light balls that sealed the classics of various sects in the inner layer broke one by one, but there was no human figure at all.

Wu Xian was stunned as if he had seen a ghost, and the group of foundation-building disciples following behind him were even more puzzled. However, Wu Xian was only absent-minded for a short time, and soon he was shocked and angry again.

Because after he rushed in, the light shields of various classics continued to break, and various jade slips and scrolls seemed to be opened one by one without anyone controlling them.

"How dare you! I want to see what kind of invisibility you use!"

Wu Xian was furious. Before he finished shouting, he injected spiritual power into the brick spirit treasure crazily. Then he raised his hand and slapped it hard. The brick immediately turned into a rainbow and hit the scroll opened in front of him.

Ye Chunyang didn't even look at the people who came in. At this time, he opened an ancient scroll covered with dust, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

After flipping through hundreds of classics, he finally found clues about the Arctic Ice Pond.

But before he could take a closer look, Wu Xian had already come with the treasure, and his face sank immediately.

Ye Chunyang glanced at this person coldly, and the invisible body of the soul did not show up. Then he opened his mouth and blew gently.

Wu Xian's face changed drastically, and he saw the spirit jade brick lost control and fell to the ground with a dim light in an instant.

He was surprised, and suddenly a terrifying spiritual wave swept over, and a group of foundation-building disciples rolled their eyes on the spot and fell to the ground unconscious.

All of them were blown into dead dogs by Ye Chunyang in one breath.

Wu Xian barely managed to hold on for a few times, and then he seemed to see a faint flash of white light, and then a ghost-like figure floated silently in front of him.

This scene scared Wu Xian half to death, and he didn't struggle for a few times before his eyes rolled back and there was no movement.

Ye Chunyang floated out of the door, hesitated for a moment and then stopped, searched for blank jade slips on the disciples guarding the hall, and quickly hit them with his spiritual consciousness, recording the steps of the exercises.

"Although this night visit to the Sutra Hall is a helpless move, it is ultimately wrong. These exercises and magical powers are compensation for Feixianmen."

Ye Chunyang murmured lightly with a faint expression, and did not stay any longer, and disappeared into the night sky in a flash.