Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 147: Readers hiding in time

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Because of the fact that the time has not accelerated, when Lin Tuo's right hand passed through the isolation cover, it suddenly turned into a "virtual state", and at the same time, the clone also emerged from his palm.

The light and shadow change, the sun sets every day, and the stars move.

Although it is not the first time to walk in a virtual state, Lin Tuo still has the illusion of falling into a kaleidoscope when he falls towards the southern mountains.

In a short while, the tiny mountain ridge expanded.

Lin Tuo also used those particularly eye-catching, numerous, rising etheric lines to accurately locate the Tiandaozong.

As a sect founded by Wang Xundao, it stands in the south, and the Shengguo Ascetic Institute in the north. The southwest demon capital has three legs, and faintly occupy the first place.

Its sect is far from the world, standing in the southern mountains, only at the foot of the mountain, only a few villages and towns are scattered, clouded with mist, and a fairy road scene.

When the virtual Lin Tuo fell from the sky and stood at the foot of the Zongmen mountain, no one noticed his presence.

Lin Tuo stepped forward happily, seeing the sky above his head from time to time, sometimes the stars were shining, sometimes the mist and rain were hazy, and it was not a wide mountain path, and there were people walking from time to time.

From the frequency, it is easy to judge that the sect does not communicate much with the outside world.

It's just because it is accelerating, it seems a little lively.

Passing through the porch and walking through the stone steps, Lin Tuo looked at everything around him with interest.

At this time, the proportion of time lapse is not too fast, and it falls in his eyes, as if walking in a fast-forward movie.

Stepping on the inner gate platform, you can see disciples sitting in the square, or practicing martial arts, or playing against each other.

Looking at it roughly, there are hundreds of people, and there are elders of the sect who are wearing blue shirts next to them.

It's a pity that almost no sound can be heard during acceleration.

Lin Tuo looked for a while, then turned his head to move on.

……

It was when he was leaving.

Tian Daozong, on the training platform of the square.

"Hey, do you have a feeling?" a teenager meditating on his knees couldn't help but ask.

"What?"

"The strange gaze seems to have disappeared just now."

"What you said a few months ago, the feeling of being watched?" A companion next to him smiled, "The elders said that there was nothing to find, it is clearly your illusion."

The boy argued: "I clearly felt it, someone has been looking at this side for a long time..."

Just saying, his own tone is not very firm.

The other teenagers even laughed kindly.

……

Climbing up the steps and passing through the second porch, there are many antique temples around them. Different houses have different functions.

There are a lot fewer monks here, and Lin Tuo walked forward leisurely with his hands in his hand, looking at him one by one.

When I arrived at the main hall in the middle, I looked up and saw a pair of characters hanging on the wall of the main hall.

"The Way of Heaven."

In the center of the main hall, there is actually a huge word of heaven.

Lin Tuo looked, and he could vaguely perceive the majesty and solemnity revealed in the character gestures. This feeling was extremely strange, as if it had tainted the spirit of the writer.

Looking carefully, Lin Tuo's eyes were slightly bright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He discovered that the background in this scroll, if there is a complex pattern painted with silver powder, is a model of a spell hidden in the three volumes of the "Book of Heaven" he taught.

The essence is the "transmission pattern", which just adds a lot of useless details.

He once mentioned vaguely in the "Book of Heaven" that using vitality to infuse or visualize this Dao Mark can connect with Haotian's will. If this world suffers unstoppable disaster, he can try to call "Haotian".

This is a safety valve he left behind.

However, I didn't expect that Tiandaozong would simply paint it in the main hall, which made Lin Tuo more interesting.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo stopped staying any longer, turned and walked towards a building that had already been locked.

"Diancangge."

Following the words on the plaque, Lin Tuo, who was in virtual form, walked straight into this temple where all the exercises of the entire sect were hidden.

And swaggered in in the empty eyes of the goalkeeper.

"On the first floor are only martial arts moves? It seems that important classics are still upstairs."

Lin Tuolue glanced briefly and found that the bookshelf on the first floor was filled with various sword books and boxing techniques...

As the first sect in the mainland, there are almost all martial arts hidden here, and it is a temple in the minds of all warriors and low-level monks. However, Lin Tuo has no interest at all.

Soon, he came to the second floor.

There are a lot fewer books placed here. From the name, it can be seen that some martial arts use vitality to display extraordinary power, or should be called "combat skills."

Unfortunately, this is still not what he is looking for.

Shaking his head, Lin Tuo came to the third floor.

There are a lot less books here, only a few dozen books, including the core combat skills of Tiandaozong, and the core skills of the sect written by Wang Xundao:

"Tiandao scroll."

Standing in front of the bookshelf, staring at these three words on the cover, Lin Tuo was startled, then smiled: "I really dare to name it."

However, his footsteps finally stopped.

"If this is the core technique written by Wang Xundao, then it will definitely include the details of how to break through the body tempering state."

Thinking about this, Lin Tuo breathed tightly, raised his right hand, and grabbed it toward the scroll.

At the same time, he also turned off Time Acceleration-if not, he would not be able to touch the book in a virtual state.

So, time slowed down at this moment, and in the quiet pavilion, you could hear a little cracking sound coming from the window. It was some strong sect masters practicing combat skills.

The afternoon sun came in thankfully, and there were countless dust floating in the air.

"Wow." Lin Tuo, who returned to normal from the virtual state, opened the Tiandao scroll, flipping the pages quickly, his expression also changed from anticipation, to surprise, to doubt, and finally fell into deep thought. .

Unconsciously, the light and shadow on the floor also moved from one end to the other.

Then, the sun fell outside the window, and what came in became moonlight and stars.

Different floors of the Diancang Pavilion require different permissions. Ordinary disciples can only enter the first floor at most, and only those who are better can be allowed to enter the second floor to select combat skills.

As for the third floor, often no one enters it once in a few months.

This gave Lin Tuo a quiet enough environment.

It allows him to read carefully, think, understand...practice.

As for the entire Tiandao Sect, no one knew it. A ghostly figure quietly passed through the barriers and stepped into the gate of the sect without any notice.

……

The next day, tomorrow~IndoMTL.com~When I don’t know why toss and turn last night, the restless elder of the Collection Pavilion, with some inexplicable induction, stepped on the stairs, unlocked the barriers, and finally set foot on the first Three floors.

When he saw the books on the bookshelf intact, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Shaking his head and laughing secretly, I thought it was my own illusion.

"...I thought someone had entered the third floor...How is this possible?"

In the eyes of everyone, even the powerhouse of the Capital Ascetic Academy, or the emperor of the demon capital, can't invade the Heavenly Dao Sect silently.

This is the first big confidence.

Amidst self-deprecating sound, he walked slowly over, ready to clean the dust on the bookshelf.

Then, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and for a moment his hairs stood up and his limbs were cold, like falling into an ice cave.

The scroll on the wooden shelf is clearly full of traces of being turned over.