Chapter 430 (2/2)

The bronze scriptures are simple and thick. The mysterious tripod is engraved on the extra page of scriptures. It is blooming an obscure atmosphere, which makes Ye Xuan feel extremely cordial.

Buzz!

Starting with the bronze scriptures, ye Xuan concentrated on watching the extra page of scriptures, which could last for decades. There was no written record on this page except the mysterious small tripod.

Ye Xuan stroked the Scripture and frowned slightly. The immortal Scripture worked in his body, and his own strength continued to pour into the Scripture.

Boom!

Suddenly, something strange happened.

Ye Xuan's eyes were dull, and his Yuanshen instantly integrated into this Scripture. The whole person was also dull on the ground, and there was no sound.

……

All directions are empty and chaotic.

This is a vast and boundless space, which can not distinguish East, West, North and south, and there is no concept of time. The gray gas transpiration in this space gives people a mysterious feeling.

An ancient bronze tripod floated and sank in the void, with a hazy black light around it, and strands of chaotic light twined around the tripod, making people look at the soul in turmoil.

Ye Xuan stared blankly at the ancient tripod in front of him, and there was a faint call in his ear, prompting Ye Xuan to walk towards the bronze ancient tripod at a loss.

Dong Dong Dong.

With Ye Xuan's step down, the Qingtong ancient tripod was buzzing and rotating, and the dark light around him became more and more intense. Until ye Xuan came to the ancient tripod, he raised his trembling palm and pressed it on the tripod, and an extremely amazing change also appeared.

Wheeze!

The bronze ancient tripod is shining, which is a kind of dark and boundless light. Hieroglyphics jump out of the tripod and turn into an extremely mysterious Scripture in front of Ye Xuan.

Also at this moment, ye Xuan suddenly woke up and stared at the dark Scripture in front of him, and the whole person was immersed in it.

Ye Xuan didn't know these hieroglyphs, because they didn't belong to the three realms at all, but he could understand this Scripture, as if it was his innate talent.

”Rob immortals?”

I don't know how many times in the past, when ye Xuan focused his eyes and whispered, the dark Scripture in front of him suddenly integrated into his yuan God, and the bronze ancient tripod returned to normal and revolved in nothingness again.

Hoo!

Ye Xuan stepped back three steps, and the yuan God was in disorder at the moment. Obviously, this scripture shocked him, and the whole person was in a state of being unable to extricate himself.

Magic!

Rob immortals!

Although there was only one word difference between them, the contents recorded by the two were very different. This black Scripture also made Ye Xuan breathe heavily and could not return to his mind for a long time.

If the art of robbing immortals is to devour the fruit of others' cultivation, so as to improve their own cultivation, the change of robbing immortals is even more terrible. Ye Xuan can't believe that there is such an anti heaven method in heaven and earth.