Chapter 171 Chapter 171: Slate Scripture Dyed with the Blood
f he wants to come in, he has to rely on "Wang Jiaozu" to guide him.however, outsiders will never see it this way, and they will not believe it if they say so, but will only use every means to force t...the ferryman is amazed. How can he do that The boy asked him to make sure that it was normal to miss fishing, just for this moment. It was premeditated!
what shocked the ferryman most was how could the dagger be so sharp
he had already determined that the fishing line was not simple. Although it was very thin, it was engraved with countless symbols, tougher and indestructible than the one on his ship.
but right now, it's been cut off!
he thought that Wang Xuan was picky and unpopular, that he wanted the best "bait", and then took a risk to pull the scriptures on the fishing line. As a result, this guy cut the line directly and pulled it from the bottom.
Wang Xuan did not pick up the slate and let it fall on the bamboo boat. He jumped onto the canopy, held a dagger in hand, and drew a stroke at the floating fishing line.
this fishing line is more difficult to cut than sun gold. It is unusually strong, and the smell of youdao must be a rare treasure!
the ferry man stared wide-eyed, this boy. After taking off the bait, you still want to cut the fishing line!
he would like to ask, do you want to rip off the fishing rod, too
the ferryman looked at his posture and even thought that he wanted to pull all the fishermen down!
when the fishing line loses the slate, it is light and fluttering, where it swings with the night wind, translucent and bright, with dense runes, emitting the smell of Tao.
Wang Xuan stroked several times in succession, and finally held back. Although it was speculated that the fishing creature on the moon could not interfere with the dead ground, he felt that it was safe not to stimulate the creature.
he is very happy, not long ago he deliberately frivolous, and finally came to a ruthless, cut down the slate scriptures!
"not only do you know how to fish, but I use my body as bait, no rod and no hook!" Wang Xuan smiled all over his face.
when he landed on the bamboo boat, he saw the ferry man staring at him. With a solemn look on his face, he said, "Senior, please!"
"what do you mean" The ferry man looked at him.
Wang Xuan said, "Please take a look at this strongest scripture first. If you hadn't solved my doubts, I'm afraid I wouldn't have got this slate."
"it's none of my business, it's you." The ferryman found that there were no words to praise him and did not want to speak well of him against his conscience.
however, he is really moved, this slate has a big history, put in front of the eyes, how many people can be indifferent
"do you really show me" The ferryman's fingers trembled slightly and tried to restrain himself, but he couldn't help touching the slate on the ship.
"Senior, you are welcome between us. We will often deal with each other in the future." Wang Xuan said seriously.
"at that time, two of the top ten immortals died of slate scriptures. My ancestor didn't rank so high. I accidentally got the scriptures and was hunted to death after being known."
the ferry man was sad. He was his master's father. He was very strong and nice, but he didn't end well.
Wang Xuan is moved. A slate that looks very ordinary is actually stained with the blood of immortals. No wonder it is full of cracks and fog. There are too many stories.
he pays more and more attention to this slate, which may be the scripture he will major in in the future!
the ferryman said, "are you willing to show me such amazing scriptures" It's probably really one of the strongest scriptures. "
he added: "according to the Old Testament, I have no right to ask you to show me."
Wang Xuan nodded and said, "I admire you very much for your character and character. I am so frank in the face of such scriptures. I really want to invite you to see them."
then he added, "there is fog on the slate. I'm afraid the shock won't go away, so I have to ask my seniors to help." In addition, if the seniors can understand anything, please also solve my doubts. "
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"I underestimate you. Even this kind of supreme learning in the real sense is willing to be shared with others. It has great boldness, which is better than some immortals." If they had been more open at that time, they would not have killed the immortal blood to dye the sky red. "
the ferry man sighed with emotion and finally warned Wang Xuan, "then I'll tell you some truth. It doesn't matter if I don't practice this scripture, because something has happened to the people who practice it." Even among the immortals since ancient times, two people have died as a result of practicing it. "
"not because of fighting or fighting, but because of practicing this scripture" Wang Xuan was shocked.
"one of them was seriously injured and practiced slate scriptures, only to die soon after. There was another person who was not hurt. He practiced this scripture and finally died. "
the ferry man's coir raincoat was pitch black, and his physical body was long gone, but a remnant of extraordinary power. He solemnly warned Wang Xuan that this scripture was terrible.
"if there is something wrong with the scripture, why practice it it doesn't deserve to be called the supreme scripture, is it" Wang Huan was in doubt.
"there is no problem with the scripture. The powerful immortals who compete for it are repeatedly deduced, and the theory is feasible. Once completed, it is absolutely powerful, but it is really too difficult to practice."
the ferryman picked up the slate shrouded in fog. It could be more than three feet long and more than two feet wide, full of cracks and black blood stains. Most likely it was the blood that fell by the immortals, which had not been wiped clean.
"I just touch the scene and miss the past. I am still in awe of this scripture. I dare not read it or practice it. I am afraid that something will happen." The ferryman picked up the slate, wiped it with his hand, cleared the fog, and then quickly untied the fishing line.
he turned his head and did not look at it, fearing that he could not help practicing the scripture and lost himself.
Wang Xuan stood beside him and studied it carefully. There were nine figures on the small slate, each of which was dotted with ghost symbols.
Wang Xuan did not know him. However, a spiritual imprint was passed on, which made him understand the true meaning of the scriptures and learned the ghost-like words along the way.
whether you practice or not, keep it in mind first!
soon, the ferryman realized that something was wrong, and an unknown figure flashed into the coir raincoat on the slate and entangled with him, as if he had been marked.
his blurred face appeared in the dark coir raincoat. His complexion changed and changed silently, and then suddenly looked up at the passing moon.
"there are traps and deep pits on this slate, so it's not so easy to get!" The ferryman whispered.
then, he felt even more wrong. The slate had nothing to do with him. It belonged to the boy.
at the same time, the fishing line disappeared into the night sky.
"Elder, what's wrong with this slate" Wang Xuan asked, very concerned.
the ferry man looked bad and said, "you boy, do you have a premonition that something is wrong and let me carry the pot"
just now he felt that this boy has boldness, and now he is too disagreeable to the eye. On purpose, this boy is alert in advance and has some doubts and guesses, which makes him block the lightning!
"Elder, I really didn't know the anglers on the moon were so insidious. I thought I had robbed the monster of a scripture for nothing. I didn't expect it to be so cramped that it was impossible to guard against!"
Wang Xuan sighed with a look of lingering fear.
the ferry man carefully sensed the mark on his body, and when he heard his words, his face became even darker. Didn't you guard against it all I broke my defense. why don't you put it here to show off!
Wang Xuan looked up at the sky and said, "sinister and vicious, this kind of old monster should be killed. If there is no good kind, just think of the people behind the pit!"es were closed, but it still felt like countless sharp knives were piercing inside.half a quarter of an hour later, they fled the swamp and made a great effort to eradicate the umbrellas outside the b...