Chapter 58 Jinshu Town Bitter Sea

Ye Fan's heart beat faster, completely because of excitement. He suddenly thought of the Taoist Sutra. The head of Lingxu Dongtian fought with several big demons, mainly for the Taoist Sutra and a heavy treasure of Donghuang.

This golden paper is too extraordinary. It seems to be condensed from the essence of the rainbow, which is brilliant. The shaking person can't open his eyes, and it is heavy, many times heavier than metal.

"I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of words on just one page of paper..." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the brilliant golden paper in his hand, but even if he had enough eyes, he could only see the blurred outline. The engraved handwriting was too small. The front and back sides are full of words, dense, and each word is like a star, blooming with divine glory, very dazzling.

Ye Fan can't calm down. If he doesn't guess correctly, this is definitely the Taoist scriptures, which is what he longs for most. He didn't expect to get it like this. He has an unreal feeling. He squeezed the dazzling golden paper in his hand hard, and it took him a long time to calm down. At this moment, he thought of Pang Bo, who was full of blue face. When he flew these bodies over, the look at them here seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Did he call here on purpose?" Ye Fan thought of this possibility in an instant. However, the unknown existence that occupies Pang Bo's body should not be so kind. How can he be perfected for no reason?

"It's...Pangbo!" Ye Fan quickly thought of a possibility.

Pombo has been fighting for control of the body, perhaps temporarily dominating the body at that moment. However, after thinking of this, Ye Fan shook his head again. This possibility is negligible. Pang Bo can only interfere with the unknown existence at most, and I'm afraid he can't have the upper hand at all.

"At that moment of life-and-death struggle, if it is disturbed, there will be life worries at any time..." Ye Fan thought for a moment, thinking for a moment that the unknown existence and Pang Bo may have compromised with each other, and temporarily reached some kind of agreement to spread the golden Taoist scriptures unconsciously.

The more Ye Fan thought about it, the more likely it was that it was Pang Bo who fulfilled him and sent out the Taoist Sutra. He said to himself, "Pang Bo must not have an accident..."

Thinking of the demon text on Pang Bo's face, Ye Fan's heart sank. The unknown existence was likely to be a demon clan, but it was obviously different from those big demons. He was not interested in the Taoist scriptures of the human race. I'm afraid he wanted to compete for the relics of the demon emperor.

Ye Fan calmed down and carefully searched several other bodies, and found nothing more. The golden paper is only one page, brilliant and heavy. It feels like holding a treasure house, which puts him under heavy pressure. In fact, this page of gold book is more precious than any treasure.

Ye Fan wants to see what's going on, concentrate, communicate with the golden sea of suffering, do his best to operate his eyesight, and want to know what is recorded in this golden book. In the bitter sea, there was a trace of golden light along the body and condensed into Ye Fan's eyes, making his pupils flash a little golden.

"Roon sea roll!"

At the beginning of this page of the golden book, there are three large ancient characters that can be seen clearly, such as the three bright moons set there, shining and brilliance. Looking down, the handwriting is much smaller, and you can barely see the font, but it makes people feel tingling in the eyes. Those ancient characters bloom like a golden needle. The more you want to watch it, the more you can't see it clearly. The eyes are swollen and painful.

In just a moment, Ye Fan's eyes turned red, extremely sour, and he couldn't help but shed a lot of tears. He hurriedly looked away, and the golden light in his pupils dissipated, and it took a moment to recover. This surprised him. He watched it normally. Although he couldn't see those ancient words clearly, he didn't sting his eyes. And he gathered his magic power in his eyes and stared at this page of the Taoist scriptures, but he almost hurt his pupils, which was surprising.

"This page of the Taoist Sutra is really extraordinary..."

Ye Fan didn't give up. After resting for a while, he concentrated again, communicated with the sea of suffering, and tried his best to operate his eyes. But this time I don't look at the beginning, but directly at the last few words on the opposite side.

"The wheel is over!"

The last four ancient characters, like the first three words, are obviously much larger and easy to see, like the rising moon in the sea and the glow falling.

Similarly, except for these four words, the other words on the reverse can't be distinguished, because every tiny ancient word is like a miniature sun, brilliant and dazzling, and the gods fly out like a golden needle, stinging pupils, hot and uncomfortable.

Ye Fan hurriedly looked away, and his heart beat violently. Now it is almost certain that this golden book is the most important starting volume of the Taoist scriptures!

The so-called wheel sea, without thinking about it, refers to the wheel of life and the sea of suffering. It is the source of divine power and the foundation of practice. No wonder the head of Lingxu Dongtian said that this is the most important volume of the Taoist Sutra, because this is the first volume of this fairy book and the foundation of a high-rise building.

The old man Wu Qingfeng once said that as long as the monk cultivates the wheel of life and the sea of suffering to the extreme, he can benefit for a lifetime and become a peak strong man. You can imagine the importance of the wheel of the sea scroll.

Lingxu Dongtian has only mastered a scripture in this volume. It is a remnant of the remnants, accounting for less than one % of the fragments. It can only be used to communicate with Xian Miao who have just started. There is no follow-up method, which has always made Ye Fan quite regrettable. At this moment, getting the complete Lunhai scroll "Tao Jing" makes him overjoyed, which is enough to benefit him for a lifetime. This volume is a complete cultivation system that can be practiced all the time.

Ye Fan carefully put away this golden book. He knew that he must not leak the wind, otherwise there would be no place to die. I'm afraid that even if the head of Lingxu Dongtian gets it, he will immediately ask for the protection of the holy place behind him, otherwise there will be a disaster of destruction. Such a volume of the Taoist scriptures can be called a priceless treasure, and it is also like an active volcano that can erupt at any time. The great benefits coexist with the crisis of destruction.

It's enough to get a page of gold books. It's already a big surprise. Ye Fan doesn't want to stay here for a long time. At present, he doesn't have the strength to compete for anything. Only going far is the best way.

He quickly rushed to the foot of the mountain and ran the mysterious method recorded in the Taoist scriptures. The bitter sea suddenly overflowed with golden threads and flowed to the limbs and bones. The flesh and bones of his whole body were moistened, which immediately increased his speed a lot.

But at this moment, Ye Fan felt a strange change, and the golden paper in his arms seemed to tremble. At first, he didn't care, until finally he suddenly felt that his body was cold, and the golden paper seemed to touch the skin.

"What's going on? I didn't put it close to my body..." He hurriedly stopped to watch. However, something that surprised Ye Fan happened, his arms were empty, and the page of the Taoist Sutra disappeared.

"How is that possible?!" Ye Fan couldn't believe the fact in front of him. Even if it was the head of Lingxu Dongtian, it was difficult to be silent. How could he suddenly disappear?

At the same time, he felt that the essence of life in his body was boiling. The mysterious method recorded in the Taoist scriptures operated on its own, uncontrollably, making his bitter sea flourish.

"Wow!"

Ye Fan was very surprised, and at this moment, he felt that the bitter sea was a little abnormal, as if there was something more, and he hurriedly looked inside. The scene he saw stunned him. In the golden bitter sea the size of soybeans, a page of gold book appeared!

The golden paper became smaller and inexplicably appeared in the golden sea of suffering. This result made Ye Fan not recover for a long time and felt strange.

The Xuanfa recorded in the Taoist Sutra stopped running, and everything calmed down, but Ye Fan's golden bitter sea had a page of shrinking gold books. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it at all and could never come out again.

Ye Fan was stunned for a while. He didn't know why. He thought about it for a long time and didn't understand why such a thing happened. However, he did not feel uncomfortable with his body and the golden sea of suffering, which made him feel a little relieved.

After Ye Fan calmed down, he decided to leave and step forward again.

"Boom"

At this moment, there was a violent sound in the direction behind him. From afar, he saw the ancient hall in the sky shaking, blooming countless glows, sweeping out the super fierce birds and beasts and the elders of Lingxu Cave around.

"No, I can't leave!" Ye Fan was really relieved that Pang Bo was not a little. Although he knew that it was useless to stay here, he could not help at all. However, he couldn't get through the barrier in his heart, and he couldn't see Pang Bo get out of trouble safe and sound with his own eyes. He felt at ease and couldn't leave.

Of course, he will not act impulsively. This time, he chose a farther mountain and watched it from afar.

"Wow"

At this moment, in the distant sky, there was a sound of breaking the air, and rainbows flew here, and there were dozens of them.

"Rumble"

Then, it seemed that thousands of troops and horses were galloping, and behind dozens of rainbows, there were bursts of roaring beasts, the fog rolled, and the clouds covered the sky. Dozens of beasts came in the clouds and carried a monk on their backs. Although they were stepping in the sky, there were bursts of thunder, as if tens of thousands of troops were killing together.

Those beasts are all alien species left over from the ancient times. They are all squated and ferocious. The monk sitting in the middle of the barbarian beast holds a big flag in his arms and hunts with the wind. It is powerful. There are four big words written on it: Shake the Holy Land! C