Forget the worries and words, took a step forward, stood himself out from the group of hidden heavenly masters, put the sword finger in his hand on his chest again, spoke in a respectful voice, and bowed to Zhen Xuan and the others;

"Contemporary spiritual masters forget their worries and meet your predecessors!"

Zhen Miao asked in a deep voice;

"Forget your worries! You said that there is a way to resolve the catastrophe of the human race, and the voice of the voice invited me to come and discuss important matters, and now the hidden world of the Heavenly Master, the inheritors of the Nine Absolute Masters have gathered here, except for a few important things in the older generation, I am left to wait, what magic method do you have to come quickly!"

Forgetting to hear this, he solemnly reached into his arms, took out a roll of gray and black silk books, held them with precious and important hands, bowed slightly to Zhen Xuan and others, explained in a deep voice, and presented the mysterious silk book with both hands;

"The younger generation met a senior master a month ago, and was valued by his mistake, and after hearing that the younger generation was worried about the catastrophe of the human race, he gave the three treasures as an opportunity to help the younger generation resolve the catastrophe of the human race, and said that if one of them can be found, it will be enough to resolve the catastrophe of the human race, and this silk book is one of them!"

Zhen Miao heard that he waved his hand, and an unfathomable mana manifested, and took the mysterious silk book in his hand in his hand, and opened the silk book in disbelief, Zhen Xuan and others saw this, and hurriedly turned their heads sideways, staring at the mysterious silk book in Zhen Miao's hand with wide eyes, full of hope;

"Buzz!"

The gray-black mysterious silk book, at the moment when Zhen Miao opened, a large number of dense text engravings, one after another, flickered a faint light, like a candle flame flickering and extinguishing, and a breath of ancient vicissitudes was dispersed, as if after countless years of precipitation;

"What kind of writing is this? Why has Poor Dao never seen it, let alone recognized it, but he can understand the meaning of it, strange!

Zhen Miao only looked at it for a few breaths, and then couldn't help but exclaim, Forget Xin and others, who were originally quite curious about the mysterious silk book, after hearing this, they were immediately attracted by Zhen Miao's old exclamation, and everyone took a few steps forward, stretching their necks one by one to look hard;

"The catastrophe of the human race, originating from the avenue of heaven and earth, starting from the birth of the ancestor of the zombies, brewing in the chaos of heaven and earth, the endless war, ending in the rise of demons, the deceased rebelled against the chaos of life and death, if you want to survive this catastrophe, you must gather the nine peers of the hidden heavenly master lineage, and seal the corpse ancestor according to the method recorded in the silk book!"

Zhen Miao looked at the small words that bloomed with Xuanguang, and tentatively read them out softly;

"Isn't this the same as the Heavenly Wisdom Verse left by the predecessors of the Dao Order, could it be that in this world, in addition to our hidden heavenly masters, there are other hidden masters who can't succeed?"

Even Zhen Xuan, who was old and stable, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise after hearing the contents of the mysterious silk book;

"Zhen Xuan Lao Dao! Don't interrupt!"

Zhen Ling and Zhen Sin's eyes widened at the same time, and they glared at Zhen Xuan Lao Dao very dissatisfied, and warned in unison;

"Uh, Zhenmiao Daoyou, you go on, hehe... Keep reading!"

Zhen Xuan looked at Zhen Miao, who was also dissatisfied with him, and smiled awkwardly;

"Collect nine kinds of origin spirit stones, brand nine different laws of heaven and earth, build the Jiuyang Shending with the meteorite outside the sky, take all things in heaven and earth as the yin and yang pattern, seal the zombie ancestor with the Jiuyang Shending, and use the mysterious power of yin and yang conversion to not only eliminate the demon defense path, but also use it to cultivate the Xuangong!"

Zhen Miao thought of this, suddenly closed the mysterious silk book, and said with a solemn expression to forget worries;

"Forget your worries! Whether it is the texture, the text, or the breath emanating from the silk book, this silk book is enough to prove that the predecessor you met must be a peerless master who has cultivated to the Xuan and the Tao is profound, but within a hundred years of what is written in this silk book, do you know what it means?"

Forgetting to hear this, he hurriedly opened his mouth to explain, and told all the beginnings and ends of the encounter with the Burning Soul without omission;

"That senior, it seems that he doesn't belong to this world, and even the underworld officials and ghosts of the underworld can't see his immortal traces, and with a wave of his hand, he lightly repelled a mysterious light cluster, but in the process of shooting, he didn't reveal the slightest breath, and his name..."

After Zhen Xuan and the others listened, they were dumbfounded, silent for a long time, and seemed to be trying their best to digest the shock brought to them by the words of forgetfulness, even the demon beast golden-winged white eagle waiting on the side also stopped combing their feathers and stood motionless;

"You say, the name of that predecessor is unspeakable, otherwise it will cause a vision of heaven and earth? This... That's weird, isn't it?"

Zhen Xuan's voice trembled and asked, his words full of disbelief;

"Forget about Taoist friends! It's better to write it down with a poor Xuanlong jade pen!"

Forgetfulness took the opportunity to speak, and sent the white Xuanlong jade pen to Forgetfulness, and at the same time handed out a blank rune paper;

"Well, it's okay! Poor Dao has never tried, but let's try it today!"

Forgetting to hear this, in the encouraging eyes of Zhen Miao and others, he took the rune paper and the Xuanlong jade pen, and held the pen to depict it on the rune paper;

"Brush, brush!"

The inaudible sound of writing on weekdays, in the environment where the needle can be heard at this moment, is extremely clear into everyone's ears, everyone is holding their breath, waiting for their eyes to be bigger, and even some of the eyes are faintly bright, and they do not hesitate to use part of the magic magic of the Heavenly Eye Method;

"Dark, burning, soul, death..."

Forget the worries and hold the pen with a solemn expression, carefully write down a few fonts of the Burning Soul on the rune paper one by one;

"Boom!"

Forget worry just finished writing the last stroke of the word "mourning", everyone didn't have time to take a closer look, the sudden change happened, it happened very suddenly, the rune paper in the hand of forget worry instantly spontaneously combusted without fire, and instantly turned into ashes;

"Buzz!"

An unpredictable fluctuation suddenly manifested from the void, carrying an incomparable force of force majeure, like an angry sea, and shocked everyone out on the spot;

"Boom!"

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, thunderclouds were rising, muffled thunder was rolling, lightning was innumerable, unpredictable, and the unpredictable majesty of the heavens, like the top of the sacred mountain, was suppressed in an instant, and the people who flew upside down and fell to the ground were pressed to the ground and could not move, and the people who forgot to worry and others were slightly injured because of this;

"Wow!"

The golden-winged white eagle was also affected, wailing and lying on the ground, the snow-white feathers and the yellow-brown earth formed a sharp contrast, and the bird's beak was bleeding a wisp of blood, and what was even more strange was that in addition to a group of hidden heavenly masters, the surrounding flowers and trees were unharmed;

"Click! Boom..."

The vision above the nine heavens rolled, and nine purple thunder pillars the thickness of buckets were carried with a violent aura of heavenly thunder, and in the eyes of everyone's almost despair, they continued to bombard down, bombarding the ground where the ashes of the rune paper fell into a huge hole, leaving only a puff of gray smoke to dissipate with the wind. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info (To be continued.) )