"Who is the owner of that tomb?"

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little curious, and the old Taoist priest ran to rob the tomb, well, it should be archaeology, it seems that the ancient tomb has some origin. Moreover, there are mysterious soul inscriptions engraved on the ancient tomb, and it seems that the tomb owner was not a simple person during his lifetime.

Could it be that the tomb owner was a cultivator during his lifetime?

Feng Qingyan guessed with some surprise, it seemed that only this kind of thing could attract the old Taoist.

"A man who is not famous. The old Taoist priest said casually.

Feng Qingyan saw that the old Taoist priest didn't want to say more, so he didn't continue to ask, but the ghost king bottle is the ancestral heirloom of the Mao family, I don't know if Mao Zhen knows these soul texts?

If you know, it seems that you need to ask for advice.

Also, the Mao family's ghost hunting technique, is it also related to these soul texts?

"Feng Shi Shi, can the poor Dao go and copy those soul texts now?" At this time, the old Taoist priest asked expectantly, looking a little impatient. After all, in his life, he has consciously or unintentionally searched for soul texts, and now the soul texts about cultivation are right in front of him, if he is not anxious and excited.

Perhaps, he can find the secret of cultivation in these soul texts.

Of course, he doesn't have the luxury of becoming an immortal, it's too ethereal.

"Dao Chief, those soul texts are at home, you and I can just go down the mountain to get them. Feng Qingyan said, he had copied hundreds of soul texts before dawn, and now they were all scattered in the study. However, on the four walls of the Ghost King Bottle, there are tens of thousands of soul texts, densely packed with a large area. Of course, among these tens of thousands of soul texts, many of them are repeated.

However, even if they are not repeated, I am afraid that there are thousands.

At this time, the old Taoist priest immediately stood up.

Feng Qingyan saw the anxious look of the old Taoist priest, and did not continue to stay, so he walked out of the thatched house.

Not long after, Feng Qingyan returned home with the old Taoist priest and asked him to wait in the hall. I went to the study. A moment later, he took out the hundreds of soul texts in several times and scattered them on the table.

"Huh, what is this?"

At this time, the old Taoist priest was slightly surprised. He seemed to sense a very faint aura fluctuation in those hundreds of soul texts. It's just that this breath is too weak, and he has some doubts about whether he has a delusion.

However, he did not think it was his own delusion. I should have really sensed it.

He frowned and watched, becoming more and more curious about these soul texts, and then slowly moved the eighty-odd pages closer, as if the fluctuation of that aura had increased. When he moved more than 80 pages together, he suddenly saw that the pages in his hand were slowly shattered like weathering.

At this time, he was a little excited and a little surprised, and his dry hands were trembling slightly.

This should really be a soul text.

Only the soul text has this kind of magical power.

"That's true, ordinary materials can't carry ......," the old Taoist priest whispered. His eyes were full of excitement.

At this time, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seemed that this old Taoist priest was deliberate, and he didn't know if he wanted to try the magic of the soul text, or if he was exploring something.

"Lord Feng, have you sensed a fluctuation of breath in these soul texts?" The old Taoist priest looked at it with some amazement, these paper foams like paper ash, and then raised his head and asked suspiciously, "It seems." In these soul texts, there is a very faint aura fluctuation......"

"Breath fluctuations?"

Feng Qingyan was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, but he didn't notice it.

Because his attention is not here. He was attracted by the magical power of the soul text, and did not notice its aura fluctuations. However, since the old Taoist priest said so, I am afraid that in these soul texts, there is really a mysterious aura fluctuating.

"Yes, breath fluctuations. A very faint fluctuation of breath. The old Taoist priest nodded and said, and then looked at Feng Qingyan with a blank eye, but saw that Feng Qingyan was also looking at him, so he couldn't help but ask out loud, "Master Feng, do you still have a soul text?"

"No, it's all for you. Feng Qingyan spread his hands.

At this time, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but be stunned, stared blankly at the layer of paper foam on the table, and then asked blankly: "Is it really gone?"

"There really isn't any. Feng Qingyan said.

"This ......"

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, though, I've just transcribed it. It's gone, you can transcribe it again. Feng Qingyan smiled and said.

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Then please ask the sealing party to trouble again and copy those soul texts just now." If the donor is troublesome, the poor road can copy it on behalf of the benefactor......"

"It's not a hassle, but it takes some energy. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled and refused, he didn't want others to know that these soul texts were from the Ghost King Bottle. Now he is becoming more and more curious about the ghost king bottle, but he is a little reluctant to return it to Mao Zhen, but reluctance and noness are two different things, he has not thought about asking for the ghost king bottle of Hei Mao Zhen.

However, he just wanted to return it later and take advantage of this time to study it well.

"Dao Chief, how about I send it to you in a few days?" At this time, Feng Qingyan said.

The old Taoist priest pondered for a moment and said, "The poor Taoist has thanked the benefactor first." Then, he did not linger in the compound, and returned to the thatched cottage in the mountains with the old flag.

At this time, it was only past eight o'clock in the morning.

Feng Qingyan saw that his little cousin didn't seem to have gotten up yet, and he didn't bother, after all, he slept late last night. Now, he was ready to cook breakfast, but when he went to the kitchen, he found that it had already been cooked.

"Hey, is it boiled by the subfish?"

Feng Qingyan was puzzled, and didn't think much about it, after eating breakfast, he called his little cousin to get up, and then cleaned up the study by himself. Immediately afterwards, he began to study the Ghost King Bottle again, and the more he studied, the more he felt that the Ghost King Bottle was magical and not simple.

This made him feel that it was not a human means at all, but a fairy method.

"Could it be that in this world, there are really so-called immortals?" Feng Qingyan looked at the Ghost King Bottle and thought, he just saw a lot of things from a Ghost King Bottle that he couldn't imagine. Also, the picture of the blue-faced fanged ghost on his back seems to have a very mysterious origin.

Even now, he still doesn't have a clue.

What kind of world is this?

Feng Qingyan became more and more unable to see what kind of world the world he was in. Everything he had seen before did not seem to be the truth of the world, but only a small part of it......

But at this moment, he was thinking about whether he should enter the Ghost King Bottle. Because only in this way can we truly reflect the ability of the Ghost King Bottle, and we can better study the magic of the Ghost King Bottle.

However, he was a little afraid that if he went in, he would not be able to get out.

If so, it would be a tragedy.

…… (To be continued.) )