The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1970 Blood Sacrifice?
After getting away from the crowd, Qingqing immediately ran to the library.

The sound of that night has been lingering in my mind, Shi Ling said there was no sound.

However, she felt that it was real.

Take other people's spiritual roots and use them for yourself.

She planned to go to the library to see if there were any books on this subject.

If there is, it proves that the voice really exists.

For the century-old competition, all schools attach great importance to it, and all gather on the martial arts platform to watch the competition.

Along the way, Qingqing had no one but the brothers who stood guard.

The guardian disciples of the library were a little surprised to see that there were still people coming at this time, "Junior Sister Qingqing, why are you here?"

"It's the game now, don't you want to watch the game?"

"Ling Tian No. [-] is sure, there is nothing to see."

"I'm here to look for books."

"That's right, number one has always been in Ling Tian's pocket." Speaking of this, the disciple guarding the library was a little proud, "What's more, there is Senior Brother Shi Ling this year, the number one must be Ling Tian, ​​there is no suspense. "

"Yes." Qingqing went in with a smile, and stopped suddenly after taking two steps, "Brother, do you know any books about spiritual roots?"

When mentioning the books that record spiritual roots, the disciple was slightly taken aback.

Knowing that Junior Sister Qingqing has no spiritual roots and cannot practice.

I have also been looking for spiritual roots and ways to cultivate.

It's been so long and I still haven't given up.

I wanted to persuade a few words, but seeing the expectant look on my junior sister's face, I finally swallowed the words, "There are a few books."

"I'll take you to find it."

"Thank you, brother."

Qingqing followed behind, her downcast eyes were quiet, very obedient.

There are books on all sides of the library, and an elevator on the edge is supported by spiritual roots and can rotate 360 ​​degrees without dead ends.

The two stepped on the elevator, searched from bottom to top, and finally stopped at the top.

"Just these few books."

The disciple handed several copies to Qingqing, and they returned to the ground together.

"Senior brother, you can go to work, I'll just take a look for myself."

The senior brother opened his mouth, and finally said hello.

Qingqing was the only one in the huge library, so she found a place to sit down and read a little bit, being extremely careful for fear of missing anything.

The few books in my hand are getting thinner and thinner page by page, and finally only the last page is left.

Qingqing read it word by word, and finally returned empty-handed.

What is recorded in it is the type of each spiritual root that has been introduced.

There is no Qingqing looking for it at all, how to give birth to a spiritual root.

As expected, she was still a little disappointed, Qingqing returned the book and prepared to leave.

The moment she came down with the lift stairs, Qingqing paused.

There is a row of hidden compartments inside the wall full of books, and it is extremely difficult to find because there are hidden compartments at the top.

Qingqing frowned slightly, and pressed towards the dark space.

The dark box immediately popped up a little bit, and although only one foot was exposed, it was still possible to see that there was a stack of books inside.

She took out all the contents inside, there were two copies in total, and there were no names on the books.

Open the book, the first page records...

Qingqing looked at each sentence word by word, and said silently in her heart, "The art of blood sacrifice."

These four words made Qingqing frowned, and her eyes fell on the explanation below.

The art of blood sacrifice is a forbidden art, a great evil.

Using the lives of the three realms as sacrifices, yin and yang can be reversed, and the sky can be replaced by the sun.

Da, anything.

Life in the Three Realms as a sacrifice?
This……

Looking back and forth, Qingqing saw that they were all blank without titles.

The handwriting on it looks old.

This looks like a forbidden book?

Qingqing continued to browse, each page recorded vicious and sinister spells.

It's never heard of it before.

At the last page, Qingqing's fingers holding the book froze suddenly...

(End of this chapter)