The deepest part of the Netherworld Prison is in the palace of King Zhang Hai in the past.

The surrounding rocks were hot and exuding a dazzling luster. The wordless book floated in the air, the iron scrolls stretched out and trembled earnestly.

The craze is like a wave, penetrates layer by layer. The feather fan fingers lightly, and a light light floats out.

The dark blue spiritual fire floated in the sky. The flames were dry, but this tiny light surrounded and intertwined, like a drop of water, trembling extremely irregularly on the outside, and began to condense and merge.

Yang Xian let go of the control of the blue spirit fire, and saw that the fire not only did not dissipate, but instead fell down quickly.

The spiritual fire dripped from the wordless book, spread out and dyed it, and its momentum was suddenly.

This iron book seemed to have life, and its frequency of trembling was faster, and it was even shaking at an amplitude visible to the naked eye, trying to break free, but it was bound by the restriction.

There are many invisible chains in the void, which appear when the spiritual fire burns and fights against the defensive barrier in the wordless book.

These chains are constructed with spiritual qi, specially used to block spiritual magic weapons, and tightly block the wordless book.

The spiritual fire of the demon clan burns the soul and destroys all spirituality.

Then the spiritual fire burned everywhere, and the wordless book seemed to have lost its voice, gradually calmed down, floating in the air without moving.

The iron rolls are completely melted, and the surface is turned into a gambola woody color. The originally black page slowly changes color and is snow-white.

Waiting for everything to become calm, Yang Xian walked forward and Nian Xianchen's voice came to his ears.

"Is this a wordless book?"

Nian Xianchen looked at this artifact with a curious look, and its appearance was like an old book. The spiritual fire burned out the spirituality and broke through the barrier, but did not hurt it and itself, but instead revealed its original appearance.

"Try it!"

The Nine-Headed Ghost King roared, and a group of ghost soldiers beside him were extremely frightened.

A thin ghost soldier walked up tremblingly under the threat of the Nine-Headed Ghost King. Compared with the tall body of the Nine-Headed Ghost King, the ghost soldier's dark body looked extremely weak, with a foul smell all over his body, and his height was a little shorter than that of an ordinary person.

Yang Xian and Nian Xianchen avoided it, but saw the ghost man walking to the wordless book and stretching out a finger.

In Yang Xian's eyes, the nails on the ghost's fingers quickly grew longer, and the soft nails became sharp. He dripped a thin mark on his arm, and the blood was translucent and faint, dripping on the wordless book.

The pages of the book flipped quickly and finally froze on one of the pages of paper.

Yang Xian saw a line of words appearing on the page. The handwriting was obscure, not like the Zhou people's words circulating today, nor like the Gods' words he learned in the ninth consciousness of the Divine Emperor.

"This is true spiritual charm!"

Yang Xian was surprised to find that the words displayed in this wordless book were very similar to the Taoist text displayed on the last layer of the true spiritual charm of the craft.

The true spirit rhyme has been passed down from ancient times. Although there have been changes for thousands of years, the core Taoist article has remained unchanged. It is said that it was understood by several great masters in ancient times when they comprehended the heaven and earth. In other words, this artifact may have been collected by the gods, but it is not necessarily made by the gods.

The magic tools are just like the method of practice. After the times, some are submerged in a long time, while others have been improved and supplemented by monks of all generations, and have long since become the original.

Yang Xian put his hand on this wordless book, and the spiritual energy was injected into it, and the lines of words were illuminated.

Then, the body of the ghost who was standing aside was filled with black flames, which seemed to be burning like a nutrient.

The violent pain sounded, which shocked the ghost soldier Zhang Huang who was standing aside. If it weren't for the suppression of the Nine-Headed Ghost King, he would have fled in all directions immediately.

The body of the ghost soldier burned out until he disappeared into the underworld prison. The line of light-colored words on the wordless book gradually turned black as the body of the ghost soldier disappeared.

"Is that true?"

Yang Xian seemed to have learned the method of using this wordless book. When the spiritual qi was injected again, the body of the ghost soldier appeared again, and the black text turned into a light color.

The difference is that when the ghost soldier appeared again, the original stench was gone on its body. The ghost king's glazed color, which was originally rotten and mixed, was closer to the ghost king's glazed color. Although the height did not change from the moment, it was no longer the thin body of the ghost soldier.

"This wordless book burned out the impurities on this ghost soldier's body, and did it have the ability to increase the ghost soldier?"

The magical technique of refining ghost soldiers was originally developed by Nian Xianchen combined with the Qi refining technique between the demon clan and the god clan. Although it was successful, it was very rough, especially for ordinary ghost soldiers.

But it is not possible to improve it in a short time. Now that this wordless book has saved a lot of trouble.

For Yang Xian, it will take time to refine and master the ability of this wordless book.

However, almost at the same time, as the barrier of the gods in the wordless book was broken, the spirituality disappeared, and the four gods of the gods scattered around the world seemed to have a sense of emotion at the same time.

The moonlight was fascinated, and among the mountains, the walking team heard it. The white robe looked at Fu Yu in front of her, but saw a hint of astonishment in her beautiful face.

"The spiritual consciousness in the wordless book has dissipated!"

But soon, Fu Yu returned to normal color and led the gods behind him to continue moving forward.

In the demon realm, Jiuhuai stood on the high platform and watched the demon soldiers below train day and night, and suddenly noticed something?

"What’s wrong with you?"

The demon emperor Wu Hao was right aside, noticed his strangeness, and asked curiously.

"Your Majesty, we have to speed up!"

Jiuhuai was very anxious, but his face was peaceful. Listening to Jiuhuai's neither salty nor light words, Wu Hao smiled and cursed.

"nonsense!"

The small building in Yingcheng was in a warm atmosphere. Although it was facing the remaining soup of crude wine, it did not prevent the single cultivators from raising their glasses to drink. They had just started a big business and dug up a priceless magic weapon in a ruins, sold it, making a lot of money, and were in high spirits.

However, one of the casual cultivators held the wine glass in the air suddenly stopped, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with you boy?"

The casual cultivator smiled and said, "I'm wondering which restaurant to go to find a girl later?"

The words of the casual cultivator made everyone laugh, but the banquet quickly returned to its proper shape. However, when the casual cultivator drank again, he no longer had the pleasure he had just now.

In the wilderness, wild beasts were rampant. A monk walked through it, surrounded by tigers and wolves, but he was calm and calm, as if he was walking in a garden. But suddenly, the monk seemed to feel something, and his murderous aura was everywhere, shocking all the ferocious beasts.
Chapter completed!