This genuine book of heaven, Luo Zhuozhen doesn't know why Rulai didn't take it away back then but kept it for the old turtle, the old ghost is also a tyrannical thing, if he can see through the book of heaven earlier, I'm afraid that he has already successfully transformed into a person, and the ban on Rulai can't restrict him at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if Luo Zhuo doesn't know the content of the Book of Heaven, he also has this confidence, this is the Book of Heaven, the embodiment of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, if he can't even make the old turtle transform, then it is not worthy of being called the Book of Heaven.

Although the old turtle is not smart, he is right to put his hope in this heavenly book.

Luo Zhuo's ecstasy only lasted for a moment, although the Book of Heaven is good, it must be understood, otherwise it will be like an old turtle, sitting on treasures for countless years, but he has not received the benefits of fart.

The words in the Book of Heaven, he was unbearable just by looking at it, and he didn't even read a word clearly, and he wanted to read the Book of Heaven to the end, which was a bit like a fantasy.

Luo Zhuo did not hesitate, gritted his teeth, and sat down cross-legged again, this time he did not fly into the air, but sat on the ground, although this stone tablet is more than 100 meters high, but the eyes of Luo Zhuo, sitting on the ground, can also see the top, fly and have to fall, although a hundred meters high will not hurt if you fall, but it will also hurt.

Running the Zixiao Refining Mind Method, the pupils turned purple again, Luo Zhuo looked at the stone tablet fixedly, and with a bang, Luo Zhuo's consciousness seemed to have entered an inexplicable space, the space was dark, as if it was an empty universe, around Luo Zhuo's consciousness, bright lights were flying and circling, and each bright light seemed to be a small five-clawed golden dragon.

Luo Zhuo only had time to see these clearly, and Zhihai felt a sharp pain again, and as soon as his consciousness darkened, he left that space, and after a long while, he regained his clarity again.

Luo Zhuo thought for a while, and when Zhihai returned to normal, he once again ran his mind without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and looked at the stone tablet of the Heavenly Book.

Opening his eyes, unconscious, opening his eyes again, and falling unconscious again, Luo Zhuo fell into madness, he no longer thought about how to deal with the old turtle, but wholeheartedly wanted to read the words in the book of heaven.

This book is very good, every time Luo Zhuo can only hold on to one or two breaths before he passes out, this time, it is not even too late for him to read a few more words, but as time goes by, even Luo Zhuo himself does not notice, he can hold on for longer and longer, from the beginning of the breath less than he passed out of the coma, to now he can hold on to three breaths, and the time, half a month has passed.

In the past half a month, the old turtle came back once, but Luo Zhuo didn't find him, he saw Luo Zhuo's eyes red to interpret the stone tablet, he was very satisfied, and returned to the shore to stare at Bai Wenshou and them, in case they did something bad.

After half a month, Luo Zhuo didn't even recognize a single word in the Book of Heaven! Not because he couldn't read clearly, but because he didn't know the words in the Book of Heaven at all!

Every time he glanced at the Book of Heaven, Luo Zhuo's head would hurt for a long time as if it was cracked, and after enduring this unimaginable pain, Luo Zhuo recognized that the golden dragon flying in the sky, the path of each golden dragon flying was fixed, and that path should be a text, Luo Zhuo memorized by rote, and had already written down the flying path of the seven golden dragons.

He wanted to write down the text and make it easy to identify, but the text didn't seem to exist in the world, he couldn't write it down at all, he wrote it on the paper, the paper would spontaneously combust, and it would be recorded on the jade talisman, and the jade talisman would collapse, or even write it on the ground, and the soil on the ground would not form directly.

In other words, even if Luo Zhuo wrote down these words, he would not be able to show them to others. Even if he wanted to tell the old turtle, he couldn't do it, he didn't know the text, and he couldn't write it, how else could he tell the old turtle?

Luo Zhuo is not thinking about that now, he just thinks, since he can't write it down, then he can only write it down first, the opportunity is rare, he must write down the whole Tianshu, this stone tablet old turtle will definitely not let go, miss this opportunity, and it will be difficult to observe it again!

Memorizing the Book of Heaven, unlike memorizing other books, Luo Zhuo's speed is very slow, often in a day, he can't memorize a word, every time he reads the Book of Heaven now, he can insist on five breaths, and then he has to rest for an hour before he can continue to watch, otherwise the pain of knowing the sea makes him unable to concentrate at all.

Time passed little by little, the old turtle lived for countless thousands of years, he was not in a hurry at all, some were patient, although Bai Wenshou and Liu Cheng were anxious, but there was nothing they could do, the old turtle neither let them go, nor was it difficult for them, but they were just put under house arrest by the Tongtian River, and even chatted with them when they were in a good mood, and I didn't know if he was stupid or how, he didn't expect to let these people teach him to read.

There is no sun and moon in practice, Luo Zhuo has forgotten the passage of time, he is immersed in the interpretation of the Book of Heaven, repeating this set of actions day after day, one year, he wrote down a hundred words, the second year, he wrote a little more, there are one hundred and five crosses, in the third year, he wrote more, a full three hundred words.

He is already a celestial immortal, it doesn't matter if he doesn't need to eat or drink, but the huge mental consumption also makes Luo Zhuo look very haggard, he is already as thin as skin and bones, which is a manifestation of excessive consumption of essence and blood, if it weren't for the fact that his divine sense has also been greatly exercised in the process of memorizing the Heavenly Book, he is afraid that he would have been unconscious long ago.

And his body, if it weren't for the support of the aura of the primordial realm and the purple qi of Hongmeng, would have collapsed a long time ago, Rao is like this, he is already like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

Luo Zhuo didn't realize all this, in his eyes, there were only words in the Book of Heaven, the dragon-shaped characters, as if they were full of mysteries of heaven and earth, although Luo Zhuo didn't know it, he was also addicted to it. He remembered it hungrily.

In the fifth year, Luo Zhuo finally recorded the last dragon-shaped script in his mind, and when Luo Zhuo wrote down the last word, there was a bang in his mind, like an explosion, countless golden dragons flew, flying out of the depths of memory one by one, and a thousand golden dragons formed a thousand words, forming a thousand-word article in his sea of knowledge, which was violently suppressed in his sea of knowledge.

What Luo Zhuo didn't know was that at the same time, there was a great avenue in the immortal world that resounded all over the world for no reason, and countless mortal monks heard the sound of the avenue and opened their minds, or embarked on the path of cultivation, or cultivated to make great progress.

The semi-saint divine consciousness in the immortal realm swept through the immortal realm, and did not find any abnormalities, so he had to stop it.

Luo Zhuo looked at the stone tablet in front of him and the light flashed, and then dimmed, a thought rose in his heart, the words in the heavenly book of this stone tablet will never appear again, this feeling is inexplicable, but Luo Zhuo is sure that this is true, from now on, this heavenly book, only he has here, this stone tablet, no longer carries the heavenly book. (To be continued.) )