I don't know how long it took before Bai Ye came out of the ancient library.

Rumble rumble...

The rusty and old door was pushed open by Bai Ye from the inside.

As long as he stepped out of the door out of breath, he couldn't help breathing while holding on to the wall, his whole person was already sweating profusely, as if he was out of strength.

There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, but also a touch of disappointment.

Excitedly, he has obtained countless magical techniques and unparalleled benefits, but disappointed... Until now, he has not been able to find any magical techniques on the way of life and death in the ancient library.

The only gain may be that his understanding of the art of time has become more refined.

"Ok?"

The old man sitting at the door drinking tea was slightly startled, and looked sideways at Bai Ye: "Are you not dead yet?"

"What does senior say?" Bai Ye returned to his senses, frowning and said: "Isn't the disciple offending senior? Why did senior curse the disciple?"

"Oh... I'm sorry, it's not cursing you, just watching you enter the inside for a long time without coming out, I think you should be more ill-fortuned."

The old man said, but the old eye looked at Bai Ye up and down with a thoughtful look.

"Is it a long time to enter?"

Bai Ye was stunned, before turning to ask: "How long have I been in?"

"It's very long, seven full days."

"Seven days?"

Bai Ye was taken aback.

"Usually the disciple came out in just one hour, but you were inside for seven days...what? Did you find any peerless exercises in it?" The old man stood up suddenly, staring at Bai Ye and asked seriously.

Bai Ye returned to his senses and shook his head again and again: "I only fetched books from that shelf to see. In my opinion, the inner soul books are all peerless techniques, which benefit the disciples a lot."

This is the same as nothing!

"Really? But it is impossible to read a book for as long as seven days. Most people pass the trial and take away the soul books and read them slowly... You should have taken more than one soul books, right? How many copies?" the old man asked with a frown.

Bai Ye hesitated, then raised his hand, and stretched out three fingers.

"Three books?"

The old man showed a surprised expression, and then re-examined Bai Ye, then nodded again and again: "I really can't see it, you can actually obtain three soul books with such strength... amazing, amazing."

"Senior is utterly praised, and the disciple is still anxious to go back to rest, so I won't disturb Senior."

Bai Ye hugged his fists, turned and left in a hurry.

"What a weird kid, those disciples usually hate to say a few words to me, to get some benefits from me, but this kid seems to avoid me deliberately...interesting, interesting."

The old man smiled faintly, then sat back in the chair and drank tea.

Returning to the Soul Martial Hall, Bai Ye immediately meditated cross-legged, swallowing the pill, and while regaining his soul qi, he thought of the benefits he had gained from the ancient library.

I have to say that the soul books of the Heavenly Hall of the Supreme God are indeed unpredictable. The soul books in these ancient libraries are almost the ancient soul books coveted by people outside. The exercises recorded in each soul book are particularly special. Unique and novel, far from the current Shengzhou mainstream soul martial arts.

Especially the unique space spell that Bai Ye learned, the void-breaking spiritual spell!

Once this trick is activated, you can forcibly pull a soul into a unique space to fight alone.

If the opponent has a large number and poor strength, he can completely defeat the opponent one by one with this trick.

Bai Ye didn't dare to waste time, seizing every minute and every second in the god's temple, frantically absorbing the knowledge of these soul books.

But the good times didn't last long, just when he was in retreat in the Soul Martial Hall, a disciple knocked on the door of the Soul Martial Hall.

Bai Ye frowned slightly.

who?

Cao Yingli them?

Probably not, Cao Yingli and the others would never disturb Bai Ye's practice.

Could it be from the Zizhu Pavilion?

Thinking of this, Bai Ye couldn't help but feel a headache.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally got up and ran to open the door.

Unexpectedly, the person standing outside the door... it was Zhao Li.

When he saw the appearance of Bai Ye, Zhao Li's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground, choked and said hoarsely: "Big brother!"

"Zhao Li, what are you doing?"

Bai Ye pulled Zhao Li up and frowned.

"Brother, please... be the master for us." Zhao Li said unwillingly, holding back tears and anger.

"Call the shots?"

Bai Ye was stunned: "What do you mean by this?"

But when Zhao Li groaned his lower lip, in the end he just clasped his fists and said in a low voice: "Big brother, follow me and you will know!"

When the voice fell, Zhao Li immediately turned and led the way.

Bai Ye frowned secretly, but followed.

After a while, Zhao Li actually took him to the place of Bingxintang.

When Bing Xintang's disciples saw Bai Ye, their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly left with a low cry of "Brother Bai".

People seem to be very afraid of White Night.

This has made Bai Ye very confused.

In front of a convalescent room.

"Brother Bai?" A disciple of Bing Xintang who walked out of the inside saw the person he had seen, and his expression changed immediately. The person was so scared that he could not hold the healing device in his hand firmly, and all fell to the ground with a bang.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bai Ye walked over, helped him pick up things on the ground, and asked in a deep voice.

The man seemed to come back to his senses, picked up the things on the ground in a panic, and trembled: "No...nothing."

As soon as the voice fell, he left as if fleeing.

Seeing this, Bai Ye's doubts in his heart grew thicker, and in a vague way, he already felt something was wrong.

He looked towards Zhao Li, but saw that Zhao Li was already standing at the door with his head down, as if waiting for Bai Ye to walk in.

Bai Ye paused for a moment, and finally walked into the convalescent room.

But the moment he stepped into it, Bai Ye was stunned.

I saw countless men and women lying neatly in the entire recuperation room.

These people... are all disciples of the wooden house.

Their hands and feet were all unloaded, their chests were beaten to blood and flesh, and all their cultivation bases were abolished. Except for the remaining breath, each of them has completely become useless...

Bai Ye stared at this scene blankly, and finally understood why Bing Xintang disciples were so afraid of him.

Because they... are afraid of getting angry in the white night!

But when Zhao Li stepped forward, he said hoarsely: "Big brother, I have 177 disciples in the Soul Martial Hall, except for me...all have their hands and feet beheaded, and the Soul Realm cultivation is abolished. .. Become like this..."

"Who did it?"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and asked lightly.

A strange tone was suppressed in the indifferent words.

"Town Temple!"

Zhao Li clenched his fist tightly, squeezing these words out between his teeth.