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"What?"

I would rather bite off my tongue.

Is this the treasure?

This is simply the most treasure among the treasures. Is the fighting cock among the hens good?

The ancestor of the characters created the characters, and the heaven and earth cannot tolerate them. Ghosts and gods cried at night. Every character has great cause and effect from ancient times to the present, and the great power between heaven and earth exists.

Since this stone slab of heavenly books is a legacy of the ancestors of the characters during their experiments, even if it is not as good as those initial characters, it is probably not much different in meaning.

After learning about the origin, Ning Fengxin calmed down and thought, "If I use such a treasure and still cannot get a result, then I will completely extinguish my opportunistic intention."

His interest was completely mobilized, and all his attention was placed on the gray stone slab.

The old man's mother tongue was faster and he said, "Young Master, I can't say more. It must start soon. The stone slab of the heavenly book is directly exposed to the heaven and earth without special arrangements. Otherwise, the heavenly thunder will be locked immediately and the heavenly punishment will arrive. Unless the throne takes action, everything will turn into powder."

After saying that, she didn't even have time to wait for Ning Feng to respond, and she urgently started 9∝,ww≦w.

Ning Feng would not disturb her, and even held her breathing, for fear of disturbing her Shi Wei.

The old mistress's actions were unprecedentedly pious and solemn.

She was no longer dancing like a spirit-making worker, and she was like a ghost, and all the dark and obscure aura was restrained. She even pretended to be a bit solemn and solemn.

The old mistress spread her hands. Ning Feng realized that she was wearing a wide robe and big sleeves that looked like a sacrificial garment. It was just that she was hunched over before.

"Please show the heavenly book!"

The old mistress put his hands together and pryed ten fingers in turn. Just a handrail gesture, there were thousands of changes, which made Ning Feng feel dazzled.

She saluted deeply, she knelt on the ground, green light came from above her head and threw it into the stone slab of heavenly books, and incense-like smoke radiated from her sleeves...

Various means came one after another, and all the gifts were concentrated here, and the gifts that were kneeling down and protruding themselves into the ground were presented.

"Very good!"

Ning Feng praised in his heart. At this point, he could see some of the charm of the only throne of the throne through his old mistress.

If he always looks like the old witch before, he will look down on the throne.

Now it seems that the future generations are unworthy, not that the predecessors are not capable.

The words were divided into two ends, and the old mistress gave a bow to the ground. There was a "bang" sound, but she knocked her head heavily to the ground.

Just listening to the sound, it hurts so much.

At a much slower pace than kowtowing, she was slowly getting up.

In the sky ahead, the stone slab of the Heavenly Book changed its rigidity and suddenly became agile, shaking gently, swaying slightly, emitting an ancient glory, full of the smell of wilderness and loneliness.

“Huh?!”

Ning Feng, who kept holding his breath and pretending that he did not exist, suddenly couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

He watched the whole process from beginning to end without missing any details.

It is precisely because of this that Ning Feng clearly saw the changes in the old mistress.

With a tribute, she slowly got up, especially during the process of getting up, her originally snow-white hair changed.

Originally, white is white, and it can be called a silver thread, and it is smooth and shiny.

What about now?

As the old mistress got up, her hair quickly dimmed and curled up quickly. The silver color turned into a withered color that could not be called white or gray. It was curled like opening a thousand-year-old coffin and seeing the messy hair still growing on the white bones.

"The price is so high!"

Ning Feng showed a look of horror and couldn't bear to look at the old mistress's face.

He turned his head slightly, accompanied by this action, and swept across the corner of his eyes, and with the slight light emitted from the stone slab of the sky, he clearly saw the old mistress's appearance at this moment.

The old mistress's face was covered with wrinkles everywhere, as if it was deep ravines. Mosquitoes would be pinched to death when they fell in.

But that's nothing compared to her now.

The wrinkles on the old mistress's face not only became deeper, but also became denser, but also had a feeling of dyeing the loess as if they were digging out of the loess.

Dead and deep.

Ning Feng was shocked.

He thought that old and young should be the same, and their limits were.

Just like a young man, at least he is just a newborn baby or a little mouse.

But now, looking at the scene in front of him, Ning Feng's concept has been completely peaked. In his eyes, the original old mistress was as old as an octogenarian in a farmhouse, but now she has obviously been aging for decades.

Her already short and hunched body became unstable, her hair was sparse and shed, her eyes were turbid and without anger, and the sounds made from her mouth were so vague that only she could hear clearly.

"No wonder she said that if the calculation is successful, she needs to immediately give her the essence of the squad demon's life..."

Even though Ning Feng had a bit of bargaining intention, it disappeared at this time.

Judging from this situation, let alone bargaining, as long as you give it a little slower, the old mistress may end up exhausting her vitality on the spot and extinction of her vitality.

This was still going smoothly.

Ning Feng thought to himself: "If the fortune-telling fails and is punished by the retaliation of heaven, this old mistress may turn into ashes on the spot."

He subconsciously glanced around and saw that he was ready to happen, so he could only fight out of the camp of the whole city.

Fortunately, the cost of driving the stone slabs in the sky is huge, but the process of divination did not take much time, otherwise Ning Feng would have felt that the old mistress could not hold on for a few breaths.

On the stone slab of heavenly books, mysterious yellow handwriting slowly emerged, as if water fell from a stone.

That feeling is just like they were there. Destiny has long been a trajectory of handwriting. It does not move, does not increase or decrease.

This mysterious yellow color is not as full of wealth as golden yellow, but is thick and solid, as if it is written with merit as ink and strokes.

“Huh?!”

Ning Feng's expression moved, and when the handwriting on the first Tianshu stone slab appeared, he felt inexplicably familiar.

As more and more calligraphy was written by ancestors, his expression suddenly became vivid.

"I remembered it."

"The text on the Hundred Treasure Record."

Ning Feng suddenly realized how the inexplicable sense of familiarity came about.

When I first entered this golden tent, the old mistress took out the treasure book of the animal skin book, which was like the exchange directory, wasn’t the text on it similar to the text on the stone slab of this heavenly book?

"I understand."

"I think this piece of heavenly book stone slab has been passed down for many years. I have calculated that many people in the Cangsheng clan have spent a huge cost to start it and make calculations again and again."

"Accumulating over time, they learned this kind of font created by our ancestors."

Ning Feng distinguished a little bit, but found the similarities and differences between the two.

"They can only get their form, but not their spirit."

"Even so, after losing the ancient vastness and merits, they still used the text of their ancestors to achieve the meaning of their hope."

What Ning Feng thought of was that when he first saw Baibaolu, he had never known that kind of text, but his fundamental meaning was passed on without any deviation and ambiguity.

Those who only have the shape but not the spirit can still do this, let alone the origin of the handwriting that appears on the stone slab of heavenly books at this moment.

Ning Feng was focused and captured without letting go of a single word.

At the beginning, two words appeared on the stone slab of the Heavenly Book. The fonts were converging and round and easy-going. Looking at it, it seemed as if you saw the white clouds in the sky, and the breeze could make it sank.

"soft".

Ning Feng was a little confused, but he still remembered it.

“Rumbling ~~~”

The sound of muffled thunder suddenly rang out in the golden tent cave.

It was too sudden and stuck when everyone's mind was attracted by the stone slab of the Heavenly Book. Both Ning Feng and the old mistress trembled all over their bodies, and whether they were standing or sitting, they felt unstable.

"God punishes you, backfire!"

Ning Feng's expression was a little bad, and he was not as mentally as watching the show that he had nothing to do with the previous few times.

The reason is simple. Compared with the previous few times, the result of the Tianshu Slate has been calculated and has begun to appear.

"Persevere."

Ning Feng shouted loudly, then he didn't look back, as if he hadn't noticed everything outside.

The old mistress groaned, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and her waist, which was hunched over and almost parallel to the ground, tried to tighten her as much as possible to prevent herself from falling to the ground.

The stone slabs of heaven themselves have their own radiance, surrounding them, like chickens curled up inside eggshells, resisting the punishment of heaven and backlash.

"There is a door!"

Ning Feng was overjoyed and dared not miss his handwriting, and became more focused.
To be continued...