The noon sun is scorching and abnormal, but the occasional breeze blows lightly, but it makes people feel refreshed, like drinking sweet springs.

Under the wall of the inscription of the dead of the dead, there is a flat stone floor, as wide as a hundred feet, and there are several Egyptian priests in white robes, sitting on the ground, contemplating the inscription, all of them are silent and focused.

Saning, who led Fang Di to come, had sharp edges and corners on his handsome face, his eyes were focused, and he said with full of energy:

"These four inscriptions of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, according to legend, were printed by His Royal Highness Menes, the first pharaoh of Egypt, from the original Book of the Dead from the underworld to the depths, and the content is broad and profound, expounding the method of communicating the fundamental power of the underworld. Legend has it that if you can cultivate to the extreme, you will be able to communicate with the giant god Anubis of Hades, and fight with his strength, invincible. ”

Fang Di retracted his gaze from afar at the inscription, and said in surprise: "It turns out that this is not the true book of the dead soul?"

Sanin sneered: "The real Book of the Dead of the Dead is a thing of gods and demons, how precious it is, how can it appear in the mortal world. The four rubbing ancient monuments in front of you are not the complete text of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, but only a small number of contents in the book that humans can practice. ”

He also said: "You are very lucky, generally speaking, the inscription of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, it has always been necessary for those who have made great contributions to my sacrificial house or His Royal Highness Pharaoh to be allowed to view, and you have been able to practice since you first came, and it is the high priest who is particularly gracious." Well, you can go up and see the inscription for a day. ”

After saying that, he retreated, and said as he walked:

"The first time I watched the Book of the Dead of the Dead, everyone saw different content and true meaning, and how much they could comprehend was all up to each person. You can practice with peace of mind, and there is a lot of security around you, and no one will disturb you. I'll pick you up tomorrow. ”

When Sanin went, Fang Di approached the inscription of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, starting from the first one.

Just as he was looking closely, an unexpected scene appeared.

On the surface of the first inscription, countless words are slowly disappearing, until there is no longer a single word left.

Fang Di was stunned, what is the situation? How can you watch and learn without words?

He turned to the second inscription and found that the words on it had also begun to disappear, and finally only a black mist was left with no words, exactly the same as the first inscription.

Fang Di looked at the third and fourth inscriptions.

The handwriting on the two inscriptions has also disappeared on the surface of the inscriptions.

Fang Di pursed his lips in a daze, this is extremely bad, there is not a word on the four inscriptions, this time he entered the treasure mountain and returned empty, and the taste of nothing was indeed unbearable.

Strangely, the other people in the square who were looking at the inscription were still staring at the inscription with a fixed expression, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Could it be that there were still words on the inscription they were looking at?

Fang Di's heart moved slightly, and only then did he understand what Saning meant when he said that everyone saw and saw different things from the inscription.

It is evident that the inscription of the Book of the Dead has been passed down from generation to generation by the Egyptians, and the thousands of years of condensing the pious power in it, coupled with the power of its own existence, have already bred a certain kind of spirituality on the Cheng dù.

At this time, the handwriting on the inscription disappeared, but it was only aimed at Fang Di, and the rest of the people could not see it.

He did not give up, and walked back and forth under the huge walls embedded in the four ancient monuments, but there was no new change, and the surface of the inscription was only filled with black mist, like clouds.

He finally stopped at the bottom of the inscription, staring at the surface of the stele where the black gas was spreading, and he was helpless.

Just when Fang Di was at a loss and didn't know how to start, he suddenly felt a cold current flowing in his mind.

His nostrils, with his breathing, emitted two thin jet-black air currents, silently permeating the dead book inscription on the wall.

This air flow was the black qi of the underworld that had quietly hidden in his body when he saw the underworld in the pyramid a few days ago, but he didn't expect it to appear at this time and enter the inscription of the Book of the Dead.

Since Fang Di was facing the inscription directly, from the point of view, the other cultivators in the square did not notice the wisp of black qi he exhaled, and everyone focused on the cultivation of the inscription, without distraction.

At the moment when the black qi entered the stele, the four ancient steles that were watched by Fang Di finally regenerated and changed.

The black mist on the surface of the ancient monument slowly dispersed, and began to remanifest the handwriting.

The handwriting of the new life is also wonderful, one by one it is free from the shackles of the stele, and countless words are intertwined in the air, forming a black aerosol-like information cluster that carries the floating and sinking, containing the true meaning of cultivation, and floats towards Fang Di after overflowing from the stele.

It was like there was some kind of spiritual response in the dark, and at the moment when the words and information on the tablet were approaching, Fang Di sat cross-legged on the ground without a teacher, collected his mind, and entered a state of thoughtlessness.

Wonderful things are happening gradually.

When Fang Di sat on the ground, the words and words that escaped from the inscription immediately turned into a trickle of water, and the coefficient poured into his eyebrows.

At the same moment, there was a voice like a god and a demon, which sounded cold and ruthless in Fang Di's thoughts.

The recitation of that voice conveyed the true meaning that reappeared on the inscription of the Book of the Dead after the fusion of the underworld black qi that overflowed in Fang Di's body. It is a manifestation that no ordinary person can trigger, and it is the fundamental voice that Pharaoh Menes received from the deepest depths of the underworld a long time ago.

"The beginning of all things is rooted in cyclical reincarnation. The source of cultivation is to control the two ends of life and death, and to derive infinite changes as the purpose, and to combine them into creation, breeding immeasurable supernatural powers・・・・・・・・"

The true sound of this god and demon was spread more than once in Fang Di's thoughts, reverberating over and over again, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, with infinite rhyme.

And after flowing out of the inscription of the Book of the Dead of the Dead, the black qi itself that entered Fang Di's body turned into a stream like a river, flowing rapidly in the hundreds of veins of his limbs, passing through countless acupoints, like a kind of baptism.

Eventually, this black qi rushed into his lower abdominal dantian.

From this moment on, Fang Di's dantian turned into a boundless dark place, as if a black chaotic miniature universe was born in his dantian.

The wonderful thing is that from the outside, he can't find the amazing changes that are taking place in Fang Di's body, he just sits there quietly without knowing anything or moving, not knowing the passage of time.

The sun sets and the night falls.

When the dawn rose again and the day came, Fang Di, who was trapped in a wonderful state, gradually recovered from this spiritual sound of cultivation.

He opened his eyes slowly, and there was no obvious change in his eyes, only a little deep, faintly radiating a terrifying black glow.

Fang Di stood up, secretly wondering in his heart, shouldn't the legendary cultivation and the aura of heaven and earth obtained by swallowing and exhaling all be chaotic and colorless?

At this time, Sanin came from a distance, and when he got closer, he said strangely:

"Anyone who has a spiritual nature, the first time they read the Book of the Dead, most of them will present different visions in the process, and the most amazing one even shows the projection of the giant god Anubis in the background. I came here once last night, and the process of your cultivation is strange, you are always calm, there is nothing unusual, just sit silently under the inscription all night, it won't be nothing, right?"

Fang Di secretly felt funny, the divine voice in his head thundered all night, but no one could hear it. Said: "Xu is my qualification is dull, and I have to slowly appreciate the true meaning of the inscription in order to gain something." ”

Sanin's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not, but he didn't continue to ask, which was quite unfathomable.

The two turned to leave.

After a few days of peace and quiet, Fang Di stayed at home and practiced the true meaning of the inscription of the dead book of the dead indoors. The dark aura in the dantian under his abdomen was growing stronger and stronger, and it seemed that some kind of change was brewing.

In the evening of that day, Fang Di's practice was interrupted by a sudden visit, and it was an Egyptian soldier named Nasai, who had come back from the pyramid with him in the same car and had a good conversation with each other.

Only then did Fang Di remember that on the way back, he had made an appointment with Nasai and several others to find excitement in the city of Thebes, so he changed into a clean priest's white robe, and went out according to the agreement, preparing to visit this city of miracles.