The second generation of the most powerful saint in history

Chapter 462 Book Tower
Once the black-robed man died, and the people from the Xifeng tribe who followed the black-robed man had been frightened by Dao Xun's secretive method, the rest of the matter would be settled easily.

The masters of the Dongling tribe who were troubled by the curse before had gradually gained the upper hand by relying on the advantage of numbers after this trouble was gone. In addition, these masters of the Xifeng tribe were panicked at this time and wanted to escape, but they just dealt with Dongling in a hurry. The attacks of the masters of the Spirit Race, under such circumstances, were quickly caught or killed one by one by the masters of the East Spirit Race.

A farce came to an end like this, and only the Dongling Tribe, who was originally aloof and glamorous, was left in a trance, as if she was insane. She didn't even notice the situation that was completely unfavorable to her at the moment, but just kept her head down. The head muttered to himself, not knowing what to say.

"Hey! I heard that priest, you still have some friendship with some small tribes around you, so let's find a place for our former saint, and the Dongling tribe really can't tolerate her!" The patriarch of Dongling bowed his head. Looking at Yue Longsha, she had a pitiful and regretful look on her face, but the words in her mouth were merciless.

"Yeah!" The priest looked down at Yuelongsha, and replied softly in his throat, and said to many wounded Dongling masters around him: "Let's deal with the situation here, take these Xifeng captives, And... take all these rebellious Yue family members away!"

The speed of these Dongling tribe masters is naturally extremely fast, and they quickly obeyed the priest's order to clean up the mess here, and Dao Xun, as the great benefactor who saved the patriarch's life and the entire Dongling tribe, naturally People of the Dongling tribe are grateful to the person who is grateful, and no one cares about what he will do. In the temple of the Qiu family, or in the entire Dongling tribe, he can be said to be unimpeded.

Dao Xun was not interested in how these Dongling people would deal with the endgame, and he didn't intend to stay and watch. He asked the priest for the key to the book tower that Qiusha was talking about, and then left the patriarch's bedroom.

This can be regarded as his second purpose. The first purpose is to find out the reason for the formation of the strong power of luck in Qiusha. This is now known. The second purpose is to go to Qiusha. Look at the book tower in the mouth, since it is the place where the ancient books of the Dongling tribe are placed, there must be quite a lot of ancient books recording the situation of this world.

Knowing what this world is like, it's good to think about how to find Leng Tianfeng, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional that old man Xu sent them to this world, and they were scattered.

Soon, Dao Xun, who left the temple of the Qiu family, took the simple and bulky stone key given to him by the priest, and came to a tall tower full of history in the east of the temple.

This tall tower is hexagonal, and the style of the tower may be considered complicated for the tribes of this world. The entire tower is engraved with various inexplicable totems that Daoxun can't understand.

Among these totems, in addition to being covered with moss, there are also green vines as thick as a child's arm, covered with sparse vine leaves, making this book tower look like it has been abandoned for a long time. .

A little surprised came to the bottom of the tower in front of the tower door, a closed semi-circular stone door blocked the way, the stone door seemed to be blocked by two huge stones, and there was a stone key in the middle of the stone door, which was the same as the stone key in Dao Xun's hand. hole.

Taking out the rough stone key in his hand and flipping through it twice, Dao Xun directly printed the key on it. Looking at the shape, the key is consistent with the hole on the stone door, which is probably how it is used.

Sure enough, after the key was printed on it, it fell right into the stone gate just right, and immediately the key-shaped stone began to turn red, as if it had been melted and then solidified, completely integrated with the stone gate.

But at this time, a dazzling light flashed, as if piercing the sky, a ray of light shone from the top to the bottom of the stone gate, and with a heavy muffled sound, the stone gate in front of him slowly slid towards the two sides, with a burst of light Some musty smell gushes out from the space inside the stone gate.

Standing outside the door for a while, after the smell dissipated, Daoxun walked in.

The space inside the tower is also hexagonal, filled with rows of bookshelves, and there are many ancient books on the bookshelves. At a glance, some are made of animal skins, some are made of wooden slips, and even some bark. They are neatly placed on every bookshelf, and even categorized according to their categories.

"History?" With a slight glance, Dao Xun walked towards one of the bookshelves. The ancient books on this bookshelf were all covered with dust. It is estimated that no one would visit them at ordinary times. The forbidden area exists like a place, and not anyone can come here casually, and the key is only in the hands of the priest. If anyone wants to enter, they can only ask the priest or give orders from the patriarch.

Under such circumstances, there are not many people who can enter the book tower. Who would take such a rare opportunity to see what history?
After all, this book tower not only contains things like history, anecdotes, and treasure information, but also contains various experiences in the cultivation of the seniors of the Dongling tribe.

And those who can record their own experience and put it in this book tower are all powerful in the history of the Dongling tribe. With such an opportunity, those Dongling tribe will of course choose to read those cultivation experiences, history and so on , they are not interested at all.

But at this time, the cultivation experience of the ancestors of the Dongling tribe has no attraction for Dao Xun.

I looked through this pile of ancient books that marked the history, most of them were animal skins and bamboo slips, and the things recorded on them were not what Dao Xun wanted to know, so I was a little disappointed.

These so-called histories are just the history of the Dongling tribe. How did they grow up from an inconspicuous little tribe in this world full of thousands of tribes? What kind of struggles and alliances did they have with which tribes? , what is the final result.

These ancient books are almost a complete history of the growth of the Dongling tribe, but these things are of no use to Dao Xun.

Sighing and putting down the thick animal skin ancient book in his hand, Dao Xun had to scan the book tower again, hoping to find something useful.

Soon, a bookshelf next to it, marked with anecdotes of ancient books, quickly attracted his attention.

Walking over and looking, the ancient books on this bookshelf are a bit messy, and it seems that they have been rummaged not long ago. Thinking about what Qiusha said, I can almost guess that she was rummaging through it to find a way to wake her grandfather up. Pass.

(End of this chapter)