An Ning walked towards Yang Ziming and stretched out his hand: "Give me the book, I'll give it to him." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Yang Ziming frowned, and Yang Xi's voice was cold: "You can't let everyone be buried for this book." ”

Yang Ziming really has no other way, he has not read this book well, and he can't understand the complexity of the underground palace organs at all.

He stretched out his hand, took out the book from his sleeve, and was about to hand it to Yang Xi, but the golden finch stopped him: "You can't give it to him, give it to him, and we won't be able to find him again." ”

Yang Xi sarcastically: "Do you have a better way now?" The Goldfinch lowered his voice: "Let's find a way to go up and subdue him." ”

The priest saw that they were discussing, his eyes were puzzled, and he pointed to Yang Xi's little girl: "Let her bring the book, and you are not allowed to move." The Plantagenet was speechless at once.

Yang Ziming put the ancient book into Yang Xi's hand, and his hand was extremely heavy and heavy, and Yang Xi realized that this book was not an ordinary book.

To be precise, it is a wooden book, made of wood, made of extremely thin pieces of wood throughout, about three inches thick, and the pages cannot be bent. On the cover of the book, the word "mechanism" is written, and the two words seem to be inlaid on it.

When you open it, you will find the title page, which is the last page. There is only one line of words - the machine is off, and the machine is off.

What kind of book is a book with only a cover and a last page?

Yang Xi looked puzzled, Yang Ziming held her hand and buckled it at the bottom of the book, which was inlaid with a delicate compass switch. Yang Ziming turned the compass slightly, and the words on the wooden book began to move.

On the pages of a book a few inches thick, the eight characters "the machine is closed, and the machine is closed" is like a building block that cracks the square font from the book, revealing that the inside of the book is an extremely delicate and complex chain and gear, as if the page is divided into countless pieces, and behind each font, there is an extremely delicate machine in operation. The words were moved to the original blank space at the back like a piece of machinery, and the ancient and esoteric language, word by word, was pushed out by the machine in the book and embedded in the original blank position. Lines and rows of ancient text appear on the pages of the book like flowing water, and the whole page of text is complete.

As the compass continued to turn, the font at the top began to change like a flop, and continued to the bottom, where there was a new page of text, and even illustrations of the mechanism.

The compass goes to the end, and the text goes to the last line.

The most subtle and wonderful work of the mechanism is on display.

An Ning is like holding an incomparable work of art, a unique treasure in the world—it's hard to imagine so many words in such a small book.

Yang Ziming's soft voice sounded in An Ning's ears: "Yang Xi, this is the real secret book of the organ." ”

Not to mention how profound the mechanism techniques introduced in the mechanism cheats are, but the creation of this book alone has almost gathered the core and essence of the mechanism technique, which is breathtaking.

And the words inside are as ancient and profound as the words on the stone wall, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The priest saw that they were flipping through his book, a little anxious, and waved his hand: "Come up." ”

Yang Xi turned his head sideways to look at Yang Ziming and asked in a low voice, "Can you read these words?" Yang Zheming shook his head: "Yang Xi, these words are very ancient languages, and they have not been translated specifically, and even the descendants of the Nine Clans may not be able to understand them. ”

An Ning sighed, but his heart was a little reassured, at least, it was still very difficult to master this kind of skill in the world. She stepped up the stone steps with the book in her hand, and walked up step by step, getting closer and closer to the priest.

Yang Ziming glanced at Black Eagle, and Black Eagle's heart sank.

This little highness will never obediently do what the priest says, and there will definitely be some kind of moth.

Yang Xi finally walked to the high platform, and the sound of the water underground was getting louder and louder, and the ice river was about to catch up with them. The priest stood beside the scepter, and his scepter, inserted in the iron ball, controlled the transfer of the dungeon with the palm of his hand. Yang Xi saw that his fingers were very flexible and flicked the mechanism switch, controlling all the passages in the underground palace.

The priest is controlling the flow of water, so that the glacial water reaches the ground, so that the entire underground palace will not be washed away.

Yang Xi and the priest stood opposite each other on the stage, stretched out their hands, and wanted to hand over the book, but because they were too small and short, and the book was too heavy, the priest's tall body had to bow down. His gaze fell on the book, revealing a desperate desire and greed, as if it were all the work and treasure of his life.

Yang Xi's heart moved, and suddenly her body was unstable and moved her hand outward, and the whole book fell outside the high platform, crumbling in her hands. In a hurry, the priest released the scepter in his hand and went to take the book with both hands. The scepter that lost its master moved chaotically, and the river water hit the portals of the dungeon, which could no longer be stopped, and the entire dungeon began to shake.

At this moment, the little wolf in Yang Xi's arms whined, and the priest was immediately attracted by that kind of little wolf, and his eyes showed a kind of greed - he wanted to raise another wolf.

Yang Xi's gaze swept over his feet, as soon as his hand was loosened, the pituitary of the book fell, the priest didn't react, he watched the book fall and immediately wanted to grab it, but he didn't realize that his body had reached the edge. Yang Xi simply pushed him neatly, and the priest's body was unsteady on his feet, and he fell from the high platform, grabbing the book.

-- Right now.

Black Eagle immediately performed a light effort, stepped forward to catch the other half of the book that had fallen, and cut his palm upwards like a sharp blade, cutting into the priest's chest, as if he did not feel fear and pain, but with hatred and anger in his eyes, he stretched out his long, withered other hand, and slashed it at Black Hawk's shoulder.

The hands fell, almost as heavy as a thousand pounds of stone, and slammed into Black Hawk's body. The force from top to bottom was extremely great, and the black hawk snorted and fell back to the ground, holding the cheats tightly in his hands, but the ground on the soles of his feet slowly cracked because of this force.

And Yang Xi turned around and suddenly grabbed the scepter that was moving with the mechanism, and the entire sphere began to operate, and the stone gates of the underground palace could no longer withstand the huge power of the glacier, and it seemed that this place was about to collapse.

Black Hawk's hand had already cut into the priest's heart, and the body was almost dry, like a hard shell, and it was clear that a heart was beating, but it didn't feel the hot blood at all.

How long did this body live? How long has it been around?

Black Eagle was so engrossed in resisting the power of the thunder that he had suppressed that he didn't have time to distract. Shizi suddenly stepped forward, and he struck extremely neatly, and stabbed through the wound that Black Eagle had just cut into.

He felt the slow-beating heart, cold, as if it had no heat, as hard as a stone.

As a descendant of the Organ, how could the priest have made such a horrific transformation of his body?