Deng Yalin''s performance surprised Lingxiao.

    "Yes, since you realize your mistake, it depends on your performance! If you really repent, I don''t mind passing the King Kong subduing the devil fist to you!"

    "What?! Vajra subdues the devil fist?"

    As soon as Deng Yalin heard this, he was immediately excited and hurriedly asked, "Vajra subduing the devil fist is an ancient martial art. It is a prefecture level masterpiece. It has long been lost. The most powerful martial art of our Changsheng sect is only the Prefecture Level Seven Star Moon sword!"

    "Others don''t, but I do. As long as you perform well, I''ll consider passing it on to you!"

    Lingxiao smiled faintly.

    "Thank you, son. From now on, I, Deng Yalin, will follow the lead of the son!"

    Deng Yalin was overjoyed and immediately knelt down again to show his loyalty.

    Lingxiao has seen that although Deng Yalin is very proud of his youth, his nature is not bad. He is just spoiled, and he is still a martial arts maniac. If he performs well in the future, Lingxiao doesn''t mind passing him King Kong subduing the devil fist, which can also be regarded as increasing the strength of Changsheng sect.

    Seeing Deng Yalin''s submission to Lingxiao, many Changsheng disciples also showed their awe.

    Lingxiao turned his hand over the clouds and covered his hand with rain, which made them all begin to surrender.

    Deng Tiande and Deng Yalin originally wanted to give Lingxiao a downfall, but they didn''t expect to be subdued by Lingxiao.

    Lingxiao didn''t find it. When Lingkun looked at him, the color of resentment became stronger and stronger.

    Finally, the crowd dispersed.

    Lingxiao followed nangongxuan to the Sutra Pavilion of Changsheng gate.

    Looking at the Sutra Pavilion in front of him, Lingxiao frowned.

    "Ten thousand years ago, the Sutra Pavilion of Changsheng gate had nine floors and millions of sutras, from basic martial arts to supreme martial arts. It is a holy land of martial arts in the world. Unexpectedly, there are only four floors left, and only one prefecture level inferior Seven Star Moon sword has been handed down. It''s really sad!"

    Lingxiao''s voice was a little lonely.

    "That''s right! Since the sudden disappearance of the two ancestors of the Supreme Master tuntian and the Supreme Master Changsheng ten thousand years ago, Changsheng gate has experienced several great changes, and it has become worse from generation to generation. Many martial arts in the Sutra pavilion have also been divided up by other sects. We just hate that we are incompetent and can''t restore the ancient glory!"

    Nangong Xuan sighed.

    "It doesn''t matter. Although there are only four floors left, it''s enough that some things still exist!"

    Lingxiao''s eyes moved, as if he felt something, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

    "What are you doing in the Sutra pavilion? If you want to cultivate the Seven Star Moon sword, I can pass it on to you now! With your talent, maybe it is really possible to lead the Changsheng gate to power, although it is very difficult!"

    Nangongxuan is full of confidence in Lingxiao.

    "Naturally, I came to the Sutra pavilion to pass on your eternal life Sutra! The complete Eternal Life Sutra is in the Sutra Pavilion!"

    Lingxiao smiled.

    "The supreme Sutra of eternal life is in the Sutra pavilion? How can it be?! the supreme Sutra of eternal life was originally placed on the ninth floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Only the patriarch can enter, but now there is no ninth floor. What about the supreme Sutra of eternal life?"

    Nangongxuan''s face was full of disbelief.

    "I said yes, it is!"

    Lingxiao smiled faintly, and his voice was full of unquestionable domineering.

    "You wait for me outside!"

    Lingxiao dropped a word and stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.

    On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, there are some basic Huang level inferior martial arts, medicine and miscellaneous books of hundreds of scholars. Any disciple can enter.

    The second level is the martial arts below the Yellow level. Only inner disciples and outer disciples who have made great contributions can enter.

    The third level is the martial arts below the Xuan level. Only genuine disciples and inner disciples who have made great contributions can enter.

    The fourth level is the town school martial arts of Changsheng gate, the Seven Star Moon sword of the prefecture level and the Changsheng Sutra of the prefecture level. These two martial arts can''t be cultivated without the permission of the patriarch and many elders.

    Lingxiao walked into the Sutra Pavilion and went straight to the fourth floor all the way.

    In the north of the fourth floor, there is a picture of a handsome man in white, standing with his hands on his back. His sword eyebrows go into the sky and his eyes shine in the sky. He has a self respecting momentum.

    This is just an ordinary painting. It seems that there is no spiritual fluctuation. There is only a small poem in the lower right corner.

    There are fifty strings in a beautiful harp without any reason. One string and one column miss the year of China.

    Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng is fascinated by butterflies and hopes the emperor''s spring heart holds cuckoos.

    The moon pearl in the sea has tears, the sun in the blue field is warm, and the jade gives birth to smoke.

    This situation can be recalled, but it was at a loss at that time.

    "Hahaha... This situation can be remembered, but I was at a loss at that time... Jinse, I''m sorry for you. I''m late!"

    Lingxiao''s face is full of bitterness. How can he not understand the meaning of this poem?

    At that time, he and the real dragon supreme master went to explore the tomb of the Red Dragon God of war. Unexpectedly, this was a farewell. Now, where is the Jinse?

    Even the most powerful person can''t live for ten thousand years. Maybe Jinse has already turned into red and withered bones and turned into loess.

    Lingxiao seemed to see a gorgeous woman with a haggard face and full of thoughts for the people in the painting, so he wrote this poem.

    What kind of situation is that?

    Thinking of this, Lingxiao couldn''t help but feel a faint pain in his heart.

    "Jin se, I will find you. Even if God takes you away, I will take you back from him. Wait for me. When I set foot on the peak and ascend to the divine realm, I will find you!"

    Lingxiao muttered to himself, and his eyes became more and more fierce.

    Hiss!

    Finally, he pointed out that there was a bright light in the painting, and a light door appeared.

    He stepped into the sky.

    This is a misty space, surrounded by chaos, but two volumes of golden ancient books float in front of Lingxiao.

    Swallow the sky!

    Eternal Life Sutra!

    If people saw it ten thousand years ago, they would be crazy and desperate to rob it. These two volumes of ancient books are the peerless martial arts of swallowing heaven and immortality that shocked the world ten thousand years ago.

    The supreme Sutra of eternal life is a supreme martial art beyond the heaven level, and even comparable to the legendary god level martial arts.

    The secret technique of swallowing heaven is even more mysterious and powerful than the supreme martial arts!

    This ancient painting was originally painted by Jinse for Lingxiao. Finally, it was refined into a secret treasure by Lingxiao. There is their peerless martial arts hidden in it, which is reserved for someone. Although Lingxiao did it easily, even the most powerful can''t find anything strange about the ancient painting and will automatically ignore it as a general painting.

    Lingxiao waved, the two ancient scrolls turned into two streamers and integrated into Lingxiao''s mind.

    The supreme martial arts contains the laws of heaven and earth. Only by inheriting the supreme true meaning can you succeed in cultivation. Therefore, it is difficult to carry it with utensils. Unlike martial arts below heaven level, it can be recorded in books.

    A stream of enlightenment surged into his heart. Lingxiao opened his eyes and his eyes became more and more bright.