Since receiving the help of the Heavenly Eye, all kinds of powerful abilities have followed. Coming into contact with the martial arts world, his personal strength has improved rapidly, and Yang Yonghui is even more confident, and he has rarely encountered a situation that makes him so shocked.

A book, a dead thing, and a strange energy attached to it, after a long period of wear and tear, can not only make a prefecture-level powerhouse suffer a small loss, but also hide very deeply, waiting for the right time to suddenly attack.

Fortunately, he has the mysterious and anti-heaven golden finger of Tianyan, if he changes to a ground-level powerhouse of the same level, it is really difficult to predict what the consequences will be.

Thinking about this, Yang Yonghui couldn't help but feel a burst of tightness in his heart, and a fine cold sweat broke out behind his back.

If it weren't for the cautious idea of "sailing the ship of ten thousand years carefully" just now, he used the eye of the sky to scan himself, and was invaded by that cold energy lurker......

While being afraid, Yang Yonghui became more interested in the ancient books that Wanqing accidentally picked up from the roadside this week.

If at the beginning Yang Yonghui's positioning of ancient books was curious and interesting, after a short but thrilling confrontation between the two sides, the idea has escalated into an expedition and treasure hunt.

Under the heavy protection of an elite army, it is absolutely impossible to unify ordinary goods like Laotan sauerkraut noodles.

In the same way, an ordinary ancient book would not have such a terrifying cold energy on it to protect it.

If such an abnormal energy can be dispelled, will the secrets contained in this strange book be revealed to Yang Yonghui like a treasure?

Zhou Wanqing had read the content of the book, and after it came into the hands of Yang Yonghui, he also studied it again and again. The content of the words is a bit like a biography, a record of ancient celebrities.

Anyway, according to Yang Yonghui's historical level, I don't see anything surprising about this book.

Considering the energy attached to it, Yang Yonghui has reason to believe that its real secrets must be concealed, and it cannot be the contents that appear on the surface.

Yang Yonghui's heart moved, and the vast internal strength instantly killed, completely strangling the hidden cold energy.

Then, it was carefully re-scanned by the Sky Eye to look for possible anomalies.

If this is the case three times, Yang Yonghui can be regarded as relieved.

He once again carried the Purifying Pulp Sutra and patiently operated it for nine weeks, completing the work and restoring his physical and mental state to the peak.

Then he gathered his mind, slowly but firmly, and stretched out his left hand for the second time.

When the palm of his hand touched the surface of the ancient book again, the eye of heaven was violently activated at the same time.

Just like a calm lake suddenly flooded with monstrous waves, Yang Yonghui's palm seemed to arouse the strong resistance of the cold energy that had been lurking.

It's just that this time Yang Yonghui has already prepared, not only is the internal strength of the ground-level powerhouse ready to go, but his eyes are shooting out a golden light like a substance under the addition of the Heavenly Eye, watching every trace of change in that energy without blinking.

Under the meticulous and attentive observation, Yang Yonghui was surprised to find that the expression of that cold energy was vivid, as if it were ...... Is this a master at the disposal?

How is this possible!

Not to mention that ancient books are not living creatures, just the long years they have experienced, even if it was its original owner, he should have been ancient for a long time, how can he still conduct any command operation on the energy.

But no matter how shocked and unbelievable it was, the facts were displayed in front of him, and Yang Yonghui could not refute it in the slightest.

Of course, now is not the time to talk about that.

The cold energy is powerful and weird, the operation is flexible and free, and the offense and defense are orderly, it is really like a master of the same level competing with Yang Yonghui.

Yang Yonghui immediately cheered up the spirit of twelve, did not dare to slack off in the slightest, completely regarded that energy as an evenly matched opponent, and went all out.

Under the guidance of Tianyan, he fought steadily and slowly to ensure that the defense line was tight, without loopholes, and did not give the other party the slightest opportunity.

Yang Yonghui's countermeasures were undoubtedly correct and wise.

No matter how weird that cold energy is, how flexible and hidden the means are, but in the final analysis, it is just attached to a dead thing, like a rootless ping, a sourceless water.

That is, the total amount of this energy is finite, and the consumption of a little bit is less, without any source of replenishment.

And Yang Yonghui has reached the prefecture-level realm at this time, not only does the marrow washing meridian exercise run the whole body, but the internal strength is endless. It is also able to communicate with heaven and earth, absorb the free energy of heaven and earth from the surrounding space, and replenish itself.

If he can't catch it, Yang Yonghui can even calmly withdraw, adjust his fortune, and wait until his state is restored to perfection, and then continue to entangle with this cold energy.

The style of play can be called a scoundrel, but for the weird cold energy, it is right in its dead hole, and there is no solution at all.

Under Yang Yonghui's attrition tactics that do not seek merit, but seek no fault, the cold energy is like an ice cube exposed to the bright sun, slowly melting and dissipating, and finally it seems to let out a silent wail, and finally dissipates.

"That's it!"

Feeling the disappearance of the power of the "enemy", Yang Yonghui was slightly happy in his heart. However, with the lessons of the past, he was deeply jealous of this cold force, or the endless strange methods of the masters behind it, and did not relax at the slightest at the last moment of this victory.

Just when the cold power of protecting ancient books completely disappeared, waiting for the last moment to open the treasure, the ancient book that carried the power and Yang Yonghui's expectations actually turned into powder in an instant as if it had completed its mission, and it was scattered all over the ground with the breeze.

"This ......"

The sudden change caught Yang Yonghui off guard.

I've broken all the traps and lifted the obstacles, and when it's time to open the treasure, you're actually playing a self-destructive trick for me?!

He asked himself that he had adopted the most correct strategy, using the most gentle means to slowly consume the cold energy, just so as not to destroy the things that were being protected inside.

I didn't expect the ancients to have such a heavy sense of protection, as long as they didn't open the treasure in the set way, they had to start the self-explosion program, and they would scatter in two!

After a lot of hard work, and at the risk of unknown consequences, he finally came to the last step, but the result was that he fell short and did not get any benefits?

Yang Yonghui was very unwilling.

But there is nothing that can be done.

The ancient book has turned into powder, as if it has lost the protection of the strange energy, and the result of thousands of years of torrent washing, it instantly returned to the fragile piece of paper of the ancient book, destroying it, and there is no possibility of restoration at all.

Just when Yang Yonghui was disappointed and annoyed, and his mind relaxed, an idea seemed to break through the blockade of time and space, and instantly appeared in his mind.

(End of chapter)