The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

tread.

tread.

In the dark corridor, Bai Mo walked at the front.

Behind them, White Ear and Black Ear each held a torch to help Master light the way forward.

Behind them, White Moon and White Sun, each holding a pot of purple bell flowers, helped Master guard against pollution.

No one has been in this corridor for many years, and when you step on it, you step on dust.

The foxes were a little nervous, but following the master, there was nothing to be afraid of.

In this way, the entire exploration team went all the way deep.

"Huh? Are there words here?"

Bai Mo reached back and received the torch deftly handed over by his apprentice.

The firelight was close to the wall, illuminating the densely packed text of Sequence Six.

[In front is the Asking Heart Chamber. There are ten bronze statues of Asking the Heart. They ask one step at a time, which one is more important, the monarch or civilization? 】

[If civilization is more important, the bronze man will give way...]

Bai Mo read each sentence.

[...The Xuanhei Stone Palace and the Wenxin Bronze Figure are both uniformly customized by the Tiangong and cannot be destroyed or forced into]

[Once the alarm is triggered, the Stone Palace will destroy all documents inside...]

Bai Mo looked at it for a long time, frowning and feeling a little depressed.

“What’s more important, me or civilization?

"In the ancient immortal dynasty, this kind of thing was used to identify whether an immortal would fall into corruption?

"Will this work?"

Bai Mo has heard that some ruthless people can even deceive themselves!

He curled his lips and led his disciples around the corner.

The light from the torch dimmed a bit... It seemed that they had reached the depths of the corridor, and the oxygen content was even lower.

But the light still illuminates the ten bronze figures in front.

The left and right hands of each bronze figure hold a mirror.

Each bronze figure's body was illuminated by torches, casting long shadows.

When Bai Mo stepped forward, they all coincided with each other, and their right hands fell heavily with a creaking sound.

Amidst the heavy friction sound of "clatter", they lined up left and right, five on the left and five on the right, as if they were lining up to welcome Bai Mo and let Bai Mo pass.

"Let's go."

Bai Mo raised his hand to greet his disciples, then passed through the ten bronze figures and walked deeper into the corridor.

A fox apprentice was curious and looked at the mirror in the bronze man's hand.

Then he saw that the left hand of the bronze man represented his own mirror. The mirror surface was empty and reflected nothing.

The right hand of the bronze man, which represents the mirror of civilization, is pitch black, as if it is already the deepest, darkest night.

And in this night, you can vaguely see blurry figures, either in the streets, in the alleys, in the villages, or in the buildings, protecting the light, big or small.

This protected light is either a candle, a lamp, a mobile phone screen, or a firefly. They are held in the hands, protected in the arms, well protected, even though they can only illuminate a small patch of darkness, even though they don't know when they will be extinguished.

Bai Er suddenly beamed.

"Ouch!"

In this picture, it saw Master!

In this mirror that represents civilization, it sees white ink!

In the dark scene, there was a vague outline of a small dilapidated building. In one of the windows of the small dilapidated building, a young man was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his head slightly raised, holding the largest and brightest fire in his hands!

…

In the Stone Palace of Heavenly Palace.

The pearls inlaid on the ceiling radiate soft light.

Sun Jinsong stood next to his master and looked around. He saw that there was no boundary to the hall, only rows of bookshelves and pillars.

And every bookshelf is filled with silk books.

Gu Xian waved his hand.

"These are the documents collected by Tiangong about the knowledge of the root system.

"All the documents accumulated in the history of Dan Kingdom...

"Each generation of emperors, generations of heavenly palaces, all the research has...

"Everywhere is a holy place, every place is an alchemy palace, offering all the knowledge...

"It's all here!"

Sun Jinsong rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not looking at the flowers.

"Master...this...how can I learn from this?"

Gu Xian patted his arm and grinned.

"Chier, of course you don't need to learn everything.

"You have a master to teach you, and the memories in your blood are fully revived. What are you afraid of?

"In less than five years, Baoqian will at least be able to build a shameful tripod!

"Come, find a place to sit down, and I will help you select a few textbooks first."

…

Leading the disciples all the way deep into the corridor, they reached a doorway, and finally it suddenly became clear that there was a stone chamber in front of them! Bai Mo was about to be happy and took a step forward, but suddenly he retracted and frowned.

"What smells so strong?"

The fox disciples behind him also stopped and huddled behind their master, bouncing their heads, squinting their eyes, sniffing their noses, and sniffing the smell in the air.

"Hey?"

"Ouch?"

The foxes all frowned suddenly.

It’s really delicious!

A fishy smell of old rust!

Bai Mo took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

The apprentices also took out a pair of pig mouth masks from the medicine box and put them on their faces.

“This smell is very much like the smell of blood.

"And it's... the kind that... after many, many years, the stench has been eliminated, leaving only the irony smell of blood."

Bai Mo guessed as he lit a torch and entered the stone room in front.

Under the light of the fire, a monument was erected in the center of the stone chamber.

[The grass platform of Qingyue Dan Palace was founded with little foundation. Regarding the field of root system, there is almost no research and almost no literature]

[Today, I will donate all my personal collection to this stone room for everyone’s study and reference]

[These secretly recorded root magic techniques are too bloody, too cruel, and too fierce. Everyone can read and learn them, but they cannot use them]

[If there is a user who is discovered by me, I will personally kill him with one hand of Heavenly Rule and one hand of fairy sword]

Bai Mo waved the torch and read these words.

"Not allowed to use it?

"Why?

"What do you mean?"

Bai Mo's consciousness went to a pile of copper plates next to him, but he was surprised to notice that the copper plates were stained with layers of blood.

Not just this one copper plate, there were piles of copper plates all over the room, many with blood on them and few with clean ones.

And they are not ordinary bloodstains, they are high-sequence bloodstains. It’s no wonder that even after tens of millions of years, the smell cannot be completely dissipated.

Pick up another copper plate and look at the contents.

"This is... [Purple Beech Root Blood Technique], a magic technique that uses plant roots to extract the blood of princes? Damn it?"

Was it so exciting right from the start?

Go to the second pile and pick up a piece.

"This is... [Psychic Root into the Brain Tree]. Plant roots are planted into the human brain. Is it possible to absorb human spiritual wisdom?"

Bai Mo didn't continue reading, but he probably understood.

The blood-stained copper plates in this room probably all came from the hands of the fallen immortals, and they all belong to the fallen immortal arts.

These are all the gains made by Lord Qingyue after fighting against the fallen immortals for thousands of years!

…

call……

A strong wind poured into the hall.

Bai Mo held a copper plate and frowned.

"This fallen immortal is very good at studying immortal arts. But he is really ugly when it comes to drawing pictures."

Based on the ancient immortal's wishes, he sketched out a simple sketch on his tablet.

Then he saw that it was a tree, rooted in a pile of people... This pile of people was a pile of human bodies.

The roots of the tree spread, grew, and branched, and each of them took root in the person's mouth, nose, eye sockets, and ear holes.

"The tree roots penetrated from the seven orifices and stripped off the blood."

The white ink continued to draw, adding leaves to the tree, and sketched two fruits on the branches.

"The stripped blood condensed into these two blood fruits on the branches.

"The bloodline fruit contains the bloodline of princes. Use this fruit to prepare medicine. After drinking it, you can get the bloodline of princes."

Use white ink to draw and mark as you go.

Not long after, a painting that was clearer than the fallen immortal appeared on the paper.

There are also labels for each item so that people can see clearly.

The two fox apprentices next to them, Little Big Eyes and Bow Tie, were chewing mung bean bricks, drinking tea, and looking at the master's paintings. Both foxes frowned.

"Hey?"

"Ouch?"

This painting looks so scary!

After finishing the painting, Bai Mo looked at it himself and felt the same way.

“But it’s a bit scary.

"But the root knowledge involved is extremely profound and quite good!"

Bai Mo put down the copper plate and picked up the next one.

He grabbed the copper plate and suddenly thought...

"It seems that in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, stealing the blood of princes was easier than imagined?

"The difficulty of stealing the prince's bloodline is much lower than expected?"

He was stunned for a moment.

“I used to think that Immortal Thieves were only in the Immortal Martial Path.

“It turns out that the alchemy path also has this magical technique of stealing blood.

"Not only the alchemy route, there should also be other ways to steal the bloodline of princes, right?"

Bai Mo frowned.

"Cultivation of the prince's bloodline is simpler and faster, and there are prince's blood skills available... Could it be that not only the immortal thief stream, but also all the ancient immortals, or most of the ancient immortals, have already stolen the prince's bloodline and used it to cultivate it? The disciple’s intentions and actions?

"Is it just that things are not progressing that fast due to resource constraints?"

Most of the ancient immortals are hiding in the darkness and doing unknown things.

Stealing the blood of a prince... Bai Mo thought about it for a long time and discovered...

"This kind of thing...the ancient immortals have no reason not to do it!"

The Xizhou area is relatively stable, but places outside Xizhou are still undercurrents!

The situation in the Kyushu region is basically stable. At least everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, and there will be no major disturbances or problems. But in other areas, people are living in weird lies spun by ancient immortals.

How many blood-stealing activities are taking place in these places?

He waved his hand to summon the food-sharing tablet, and saw that the two original names on the tablet had been erased, and now they were still empty.

I guess it won't be long before a new name appears on this monument?

Wow...

Wow...

The sound of water sounded, interrupting Bai Mo's thoughts.

Looking up, it turned out to be Little Big Eyes and Bow Tie, washing these smelly copper plates outside the main hall!

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

We can't let these copper coins stink Master!

Bai Mo grinned, he didn't care much... What are you afraid of if the copper plate smells bad? Stinky copper plate, the handwriting is clearer, the magic is sharper, and the knowledge is more thorough!

Even the pile I was looking at next to the desk didn't even have time to be cleaned.

He grabbed a copper plate that recorded the [Human Blood Root Drawing Technique], rubbed the dried blood on it, and continued reading.

Secretly short. .

Forehead. . It seems like I have a cold. .

Since writing the book, I have felt physically weak. .

Everyone should also pay attention to their health. .