The World That Tao Rules

At this time, the library has already flown into the air, and everyone is naturally looking at it. Counting it, there are still only seven floors.

Among the doubts of many disciples, the four peaks have already stood up one after another, and there is also a scroll in the hands of Dao Tianyou, which is an illusion of the beast.

Next, the five people raised their hands and will belong to the five peaks, that is, five magic weapons, all thrown to the top of the seventh floor of the air library.

"Hey!"

Five magic weapons, exudes a ray of light, arranged in a row from top to bottom, looking at it, like the five steps above the library.

Step by step, extending to the sky!

With the advent of this magical step, in the void above the top five rows, a circle of awkwardness suddenly appeared, and it continued to spread around at an extremely fast speed, until after a while, in the middle of it. There was a layer of pavilion!

The first floor is exactly the same as the floor of the bookstore below. It is just that the pavilion is in the air, not on the sky, not on the ground!

This is the eighth floor of the Book Collection. It can only be opened after the five-layered magic weapon is formed into the ladder!

At this moment, most people finally understand why the peak of Jiang Yun is not a peak, but a five-peak!

The disciples originally thought that this ancient sacred ritual was a little bit screaming and too small, too simple, but the lord also specially let himself wait for people to come and watch it. It turned out that it was not the apprentice, but the bookstore. Eight layers!

"Jiang Yun, still doing what he is doing, still not stepping on the steps, enter the eighth floor, take the teacher's gift that belongs to you!"

There was another volume of the old and the old sleeves. A breeze suddenly wrapped up the stunned Jiang Yun, and swept over the seven layers of the library, and fell on the first step - Haotianjian!

Although at this moment, Jiang Yun still does not know what Master’s teacher’s gift is to be given to him, but the steps formed by these five magic weapons are enough to make him realize that this teacher’s ceremony is absolutely extraordinary!

斩天剑, 天兵符, 幻兽图, 红尘谱,五行棺!

When Jiang Yun stepped on the steps formed by these five magic weapons step by step, and felt the similar sentiment sentiment in each magic weapon, he finally realized why his master needed to know himself. Five peaks.

Five magic weapons can open the eighth floor of the library, but only by virtue of their own strength, after successfully passing the five peaks and gaining the recognition of five magic weapons, they are qualified to step on the steps they have formed.

Otherwise, even if you can open the eighth floor of the library, you still can't enter it.

Finally, after finishing the five steps one by one, Jiang Yun stood by the gate of the castle in the air and bowed his head. He found that all the figures on the top of the Tibetan peak that were looking up at him were like ants.

After regaining his gaze, Jiang Yun slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After he opened it again, he extended his hands and gently placed it on the door and pushed it hard.

Presented in front of Jiang Yun, it is an ordinary room. Apart from the large area, there is no strange place.

In the empty room, only in the middle position, quietly suspended a white jade slip of a finger thickness.

Jiang Yun already knows that although most of the text is recorded in paper, in the world of monks, jade is more practical and convenient.

(:Zheng) version first Z hair

Your own teacher's gift is inevitably this seemingly inconspicuous jade.

Lifting his feet, Jiang Yun walked into the room, and the footsteps kept going. Before he came to the jade, he did not have an urgent need to take it. Instead, he carefully looked at it a few times before he reached out and took the jade. simple.

"Hey!"

Along with the roar of the ear, Jiang Yun’s ear followed the countless noisy sounds, and in front of his eyes, there was a scene.

No matter the sound or the scene, there are too many and too many, and they have gathered into countless ways. Whether Jiang Yun wants to listen or not, I would like to see it. All of them are flowing in front of his ears and eyes.

For Jiang Yun, most of the sounds and scenes are extremely strange, and only a few will make him feel familiar.

For example, the trees sway and make a rustling sound; for example, countless beasts, shouting and humming; for example, the river rushing, the sound of banging, and so on.

As for those strange sounds and scenes, Jiang Yun has never seen it, but he can distinguish some.

For example, in a simple wooden house, an old man is telling a story to a child with kindness; for example, on a tall building, there are dozens of young men wearing long gowns and wearing Confucian towels holding their glasses. The wine is filled with joy, talking and laughing; for example, next to a grave, a group of filial sons and filial sons who are wearing filial piety are crying.

Jiang Yun was completely immersed in these sounds and scenes. One by one, I heard it one by one, and I didn’t know the passage of time.

I don't know how long it has passed, all the sounds are finally beginning to gather, and all the images are beginning to merge...

Until the end in front of Jiang Yun, three ancient words appeared.

Above these three words, there is a breath of incomparable vicissitudes. It seems that they exist in the distant past and now come through thousands of years of time and space.

Although Jiang Yun did not know these three words at all, when his eyes saw the last ancient text, there was a shock in his eyes.

Because of this text, I have seen it!

The things that are taken out of the stone-formed water will have a brand on the body, and the words in the brand will be exactly the same as the words in front of them.

At this moment, all the sounds also gathered into three words, which resounded in the ears of Jiang Yun.

"People, between, the road!"

Human road!

This is both a practice of practice and a form of avenue.

Then, these three ancient words blasted open, and turned into countless small words, like the spring rain, and they fell into the mind of Jiang Yun.

At the same time, Dao Tianyou, who was on the top of the Tibetan Peak, slowly recovered his gaze and conveyed to the ancients: "I still think that the human path is not suitable for Jiang Yun!"

The ancient is not old but smiles slightly: "I used to have this feeling before, but now I feel that he is the most suitable for practicing human relations."

"why?"

"Although he can't say that it is indiscriminate, it is purer than the human beings living in the world. With this pure heart as the root, you may be able to realize a different way of human life!"

Dao Tianyou closed his mouth and seemed to be reminiscent of the meaning of the old saying, until after a while, he said: "What about the back? You are not going to tell him that this human relationship is not the ultimate?"

I don’t know if it’s because of my good mood, so that the words of Gu’s old today are much more obvious.

"You don't need to tell him that when he can really realize his own way of life one day, then by then, he will naturally understand that there are more advanced exercises on the human side, and I believe that At that time, his strength was also fully qualified to compete for a fight!"

The ancients looked up and looked at the pavilion in the air. They looked at the moment and sat down on their knees. Their eyes closed and their faces continued to show a variety of changes in their minds.

"Cough!"

After a while, Gu did not regain his gaze, suddenly coughed twice, and turned to look around the cave monk: "They are elders, come to observe, should not be empty-handed!"