Start with a ship, pick up corpses and kill the queen

The time when this sect was left behind seems to have not experienced too many years.

At most, it is hundreds of years.

In other words, this relic is actually not very old.

"Sutra Pavilion!"

Qin Xuan found a Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Qin Xuan didn't have much expectation either.

The scriptures are the foundation of a sect.

Such an important existence.

It must have been moved.

"Crack..."

Qin Xuan pushed away the Sutra Pavilion.

Endless smoke and dust flew up.

Gently wave your hands to blow away the smoke.

In the Golden Pavilion, a bookshelf was already empty.

Shenmu builds bookshelves, and they are all rotten.

Qin Xuan couldn't help being disappointed.

This is only the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

Qin Xuan estimated that if these bookshelves were filled with books, there would be at least hundreds of thousands of volumes.

There is no doubt that this Tianxin sect is definitely a holy place.

How many scriptures, if they are left behind.

That is definitely an amazing fortune.

"Buzz!"

Qin Xuan released his divine sense, scanning every corner seriously.

Looking forward to discovering something.

I hope that there will be lost scriptures in this Sutra Pavilion.

I have to say that this is Qin Xuan's most aggrieved expedition.

Only a few pieces of jade crystals were obtained after a desperate three feet.

If it hadn't just been a big opportunity.

He even suspected that he was played by that little creature.

"what……"

"Finally picked it up for me."

Finally, Qin Xuan discovered a weak energy fluctuation in a dark corner full of endless dust in the Sutra Pavilion.

Volume [-] of Divine Consciousness.

Qin Xuan took out a jade slip.

?0 asking for flowers...

"Hope is a good book."

Expectation appeared in Qin Xuan's eyes.

The scriptures buried in dust in dark corners in the Sutra Pavilion are generally not the chance for the protagonist to enter the sect.

"Buzz!"

Qin Xuan's spiritual consciousness entered the jade slip.

Soon, Xuan Ao's message was read.

"Supreme mental method!"

"Refining Tianxin!"

"Good harvest!"

"It is useful to me, allowing my indestructible Dao heart to continue to grow and transform.

"Besides, it's a rare opportunity for the Jingjue Queen and the others."

A happy smile appeared on Qin Xuan's face.

Refining Tianxin, a supreme method of refining Daoxin.

Practice this method, you can cultivate a mortal heart into a heavenly heart.

Cultivate to the highest level, you can temper your heart into a heart of heaven.

It is definitely the supreme mind training method in this world.

The point is that there is no need for talent to practice this mental method.

Everyone can practice.

Unlike Zi Youran's Sacred Heart Art, only by cooperating with her natural Sacred Heart can it play its greatest role

If there are treasures to assist in cultivation, refining Tianxin can be very fast.

And today's Tianmen is not short of treasures.

The marrow of heaven and earth is the best treasure.

What's more, as long as you have points, you can exchange for various treasures.

"This exercise is definitely the standard equipment of the hero of heaven and earth."

"Is it lying in this corner just to wait for the arrival of the hero?"

"It's a pity that the male lead sank into the endless sea before he could wait."

"However, if I meet the Son of Destiny, it will not be in vain for you to wait for so many years."

Qin Xuan smiled lightly.

Afterwards, Qin Xuan collected the jade slips.

The divine sense continued to search, but couldn't find anything.

Qin Xuan put away his divine sense.

Go to the second floor.

The Sutra Pavilion on the second floor is still incomparably vast.

There are rows and layers of bookshelves that can hold at least [-] volumes of scriptures.

However, like the first floor, it was evacuated.

Consciousness continued to investigate.

However, this time Qin Xuan did not find the missing scriptures.

I walked towards the third floor very relieved.

Still nothing.

The fourth floor, the fifth time...

Qin Xuan walked up unhurriedly.

The Sutra Pavilion has a total of nine floors.

The higher you go, the smaller it gets.

The scriptures must be more precious.

On the ninth floor, there were only two rows of small bookshelves.

However, it was empty.

It is even more impossible for the Anti-Tianjing to miss something.

After scanning his consciousness seriously for a long time, Qin Xuan withdrew his consciousness in disappointment.

At this moment, he faintly felt something.

The Immortal Dao heart trembled slightly.

"Prohibition?"

"Forbidden breath!"

"Invisible restrictions."

Qin Xuan's eyes lit up slightly.

"Could it be that there is still a tenth floor in this Sutra Pavilion?"

"Don't let me down!"

Qin Xuan was full of anticipation.

Obviously, the tenth floor is hidden.

It is estimated that the keeper of the scriptures, and even the suzerain of the Tianxin sect may not know it.

Or, even if they knew there was a tenth floor, they might not be able to find it.

Qin Xuan's heart was beating because of the Immortal Dao, and he was aware of it.

"Buzz!"

The death pulse was opened, and Qin Xuan instantly entered the state of absolutely breaking the ban.

In front of him, a door formed by intertwining invisible restrictions appeared.

"I see!"

"It can only be sensed when the Dao heart is cultivated to a certain level."

"Only qualified to try to break in."

When he stepped into the forbidden door, Qin Xuan had a feeling.

Chapter 281 Asking for nothing,

"Buzz!"

In the state of breaking the ban, Qin Xuan came to the tenth floor space without hindrance.

The tenth floor is the Sutra Pavilion.

very small.

It's only as big as a room.

There are only two things.

There is a box on a table.

On the wall, there is a painting.

Painting fairy!

The painting on the painting is a peerless beauty.

Very beautiful, peerless youth.

Not stained with human smoke.

White clothes, plain snow, lingering fairy air.

After a glance, you will be deeply attracted by the portrait.

I can't extricate myself.

Women seem to be the pride of a generation.