"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~"

Mu Futian's figure, like a streamer, rushed to the highest level of the Spirit Recipe Hall in an instant.

But.

To his surprise, there was nothing here.

"Huh? What about the formula? ”

Mu Futian raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept sharply around.

However, there is still no gain.

Even if you open the writing wheel.

"There are obviously eight or nine streamers on the ninth layer, why is there none of them on the tenth layer?"

Mu Futian muttered strangely.

"Stupid, are you blind?"

An inopportune voice suddenly rang out.

Hearing this, Mu Futian was not angry but happy.

Then, he sank his spiritual sense into his body and said, "I am blind, so tell me where is the spiritual secret?" ”

"Hmph, don't want to know the whereabouts of the spirit recipe from the old man's mouth."

Demon Futian snorted coldly.

"Let's stop pretending, okay? Since you have spoken, don't you just want me to know the whereabouts of the spiritual formula? ”

Mu Futian shrugged his shoulders, did not flinch in the slightest, and smiled indifferently.

"I can let you know the whereabouts of the spirit formula, but I have one condition."

Demon Futian spoke.

"On what terms?"

Mu Futian did not rush to refuse, but continued to ask.

"You open a gap in the Heavenly Prison Paper, and I will tell you the whereabouts of the spiritual formula, and even help you obtain it."

Demon Futian was happy in his heart, but his face was still calm.

"Hehe, do you think I'm going to believe you?"

Mu Futian shook his head and said with a smile.

"If you don't believe me, you'll never get the magic trick you want."

Demon Futian did not give in, and said in a deep voice.

"I don't even know what the spirit trick is, how do you know it's what I want?"

"Perhaps, that's the recipe you want."

Mu Futian smiled and said indifferently.

"It's a very powerful spiritual technique, and if you know it, you will be very interested."

Demon Futian was stunned in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his mentality and continued.

"Forget it, if the price is to open the Heavenly Hell Prison Paper, no matter what kind of spiritual trick it is, I am not interested."

Mu Futian waved his hand, and then wanted to go down to the ninth floor.

The last thing he likes is to be threatened and restrained by others.

If he opened the prison paper without hesitation, I am afraid that he would be the first to suffer.

After all, at this time, his strength was only in the late stage of the Creation Realm, and he was far from reaching the point of going head-to-head with the Demon Futian.

"Wait......"

Seeing that Mu Futian wanted to leave, Mo Futian suddenly became a little anxious, and hurriedly spoke.

"What? Anything else? ”

Mu Futian chuckled and asked casually.

"Alright, count yourself in luck!"

It seemed that he had made some major decision, and with a wave of his hand, a special aura suddenly poured out.

"This ...... This is? ”

Mu Futian was shocked, and then, he hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense.

Saw.

In front of him, at some point, a streamer appeared.

And.

He could clearly feel that the streamer in front of him was really amazing.

If the streamers on the floors below are all loaches, then the streamer that appears this one is a python.

A ferocious python.

Mu Futian stared at this streamer with burning eyes, and deep in his heart, a voice of surprise suddenly came out.

"That's it!"

His eyes lit up, and then the spiritual power in Mu Futian's body exploded, and his figure flashed, and he grabbed at the streamer.

"Snort~"

As soon as he grabbed the python-like streamer, a crisp sound sounded.

Faintly, there was also a wisp of smoke rising.

"It's hot~It's hot~"

Mu Futian's palm loosened, and he hurriedly let go of the streamer.

He looked down, but saw that above his palms, there was already a large area of darkness.

"It's such a terrible temperature, even spiritual power can burn."

Mu Futian was secretly shocked in his heart.

"However, since it is the spiritual trick that I have taken a fancy to, there is naturally no reason to give up."

With a light snort, Mu Futian directly shot out with a palm in the air.

Although the speed of that streamer was fast, how could it escape under the nose of Mu Futian, who had a writing wheel eye?