A hint of surprise appeared in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

What a domineering name!

What is this unique skill?

I am sure I have never heard of it before.

This is not any unique skill he was familiar with in his previous life.

When did Shaolin also have such a killing technique?

Moreover, it is named after the demon, which is completely different from the Buddhist concept of saving sentient beings.

Zhang Yuan slowly opened it with curiosity.

As for why I just released this sutra and did not put it back to the Sutra Pavilion, it was because the other party was not dead, but was just shocked by him. Even if it was put back to the Sutra Pavilion, the other party would take it back again.

So I felt hot at that time and put it back in my arms.

At worst, I can find a way to return Shaolin to the future.

We are trying not to let the bad guys' conspiracy succeed.

Zhang Yuan secretly comforted himself.

His eyes looked at the content of the secret book and couldn't help but feel moved.

What a weird feeling!

It was obviously a book, but when I looked at it, countless black vortexes appeared, filling the entire eye in circles, spinning wildly, and a strong sense of dizziness directly hit the entire brain.

Not only that, the blood in the body also began to become uncontrollable.

The skin began to turn red quickly, and the heat came out, and all the blood seemed to be boiling, trying to tear open the blood vessels and rush out.

Zhang Yuan was shocked and noticed something was wrong.

But at this time he wanted to look away, but found it extremely difficult.

The two eyes seemed to be no longer own, and were firmly sucked into the strange black vortexes.

The dizziness in his mind became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more terrifying. His throat became sweet and he felt like he wanted to vomit blood.

Finally, his head was forcibly put aside.

The eyes of both eyes were immediately removed from this weird book.

The dizziness in my mind and the heat in my blood quickly dissipated.

He seemed to be exhausted, gasping heavily, and his face was shocked.

After a quick break, he quickly closed the secret book in his hand.

He looked at the four big words on the secret book in shock.

What kind of strange unique skills is this?

I didn't see a single word, and I almost lost my life.

"Can the Life-Slaying Demon Sword really kill myself?"

This is simply a magic book.

The magical power cuts off people, and this kind of thing is unprecedented.

It is understandable that the cultivation process is so insane that it is still comprehensible.

But I just took a look and didn't see a word?

This is a bit weird.

"This secret book has become a spirit? It's the same as the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing?"

Zhang Yuan's heart was rumbling.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were sealed for ten thousand years. When they were in the Broken Soul Mountains, they kept rushing out of the dragon-shaped light and shadows, shaking the world. This was already weird enough.

Now there is another secret book that is even more strange than the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing.

Zhang Yuan quickly calmed down the restlessness in his heart. The true qi circulated in his body several times. The feeling of vomiting blood had completely dissipated, and even his skin was no longer hot.

Looking at the four big words on it, he hesitated for a moment and tried to open the first page again.

He did not go to see it immediately, but covered it with his palm, leaving only a small corner exposed.

At this time, Zhang Yuan turned his gaze on it.

A strange feeling appeared again.

Countless strange black vortexes appeared in front of me, circles, constantly enlarging, filling my entire eyes.

But this feeling is much better than before.

This time, some vague handwriting can be seen clearly in these countless small black vortexes.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and his internal force poured into his eyes, staring at these vague words.

The dizziness continued to come, but it could barely bear it.

He observed word by word.

Half an hour later, he felt his eyes were about to crack.

Finally reached the limit of his tolerance, he hurriedly moved his eyes away and closed his eyelids.

Close the secret again with both hands.

A stinging sensation in the eyes slowly recovered as the true qi was circulating.

Zhang Yuan's heart was surging.

Could this be a martial art like spirit?

Otherwise, how could you feel like this?

After reading for a long time, he could only barely see three lines of handwriting.

[The life-killing magic sword, killing human life, killing one's own life, killing heavenly destiny, the destiny of death, the death-taking sword, breeding vitality in despair, breaking the boundary of life and death```]

Seeing this, the limit of his eyes was about to endure.

But just a few short words still made him unable to help but be amazed.

Not to mention the real power of this secret realm, the general outline is full of style.

"I understand killing someone's life. What the hell is killing your own life?"

Zhang Yuan secretly said.

Is this really a Buddhist magical skill?

Could it be that Shaolin seized it from some big devil?

I sat cross-legged for half an hour after I closed my eyes, and the pain in my eyes completely disappeared.

He watched again as he did the same.

Time is fast.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning, a huge news sensation throughout Shaolin.

Someone stole the scriptures last night, and the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion was destroyed so terrible.

The entire floor almost broke, with deep footprints appearing, almost being kicked through.

Countless monks were shocked and talked a lot, and various voices spread throughout Shaolin.

But what made them feel a little relieved was that some important scriptures were not stolen or destroyed.

"Who is it? I'm so bold!"

"This is just because our Shaolin strong men are busy sealing, and then they want to go to the Sutra Pavilion!"

"Have the identity of the bad guy confirmed?"

"I don't know, according to Master Huihai, there are more than one group of people. After entering the Sutra Pavilion, they killed each other. There are four evil men in total. Unfortunately, they are very powerful and all escaped."

"What, there are so many people, are there any secret books stolen?"

"Mr. Huihai said that except for some scriptures and secret books that were scattered, there were many others. He also discovered that one thing was that the people who stole the scriptures last night were seriously injured after killing each other."

"If this happens, we can identify the identity of the thief based on this point."

Countless people were talking about it.

In the room.

Zhang Yuan closed the secret book again, his eyes stinged, and the Nine Yang true energy was circulating over and over again. While recovering his eyes, he listened to the various discussions outside.

He frowned slightly.

Didn't catch one?
To be continued...