As an area shrouded in flames all day long, the terrifying high temperature here is enough to scare any living thing!
But at this moment, in front of the scorching hell, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, with a scorching face, it was Ye Wuque!
But in the next moment, Ye Wuque's expression became a little strange and he said, "Ba Lao, are you sure those recorded ancient books are deep in this hot hell?"
"Nonsense! Who can understand Kaiyang Star better than me? Even if Kaiyang Star has indeed changed after ten thousand years, how can you hide it from me?"
In the soul space, Ba Lao spoke angrily, with an arrogant tone, but then he laughed and said: "Boy, I have told you the place, but whether you can enter this hot hell depends on your own ability!"
Ye Wuque smiled slightly and stared at the hot hell in front of him. Then with a thought, a ball of beating colorful flames appeared in the sky, completely wrapping him up like a piece of flame armor!
"This flame can scare others, but it can't stop me!"
The colorful flames covering his body are naturally the spiritual fire and butterfly colored flames controlled by Ye Wuque. With the spiritual fire guarding him, the flames of this hot hell are simply like walking on flat ground to him.
Wow!
The flames separated, and Ye Wuque, who was clothed in the colorful flames of the Spirit Butterfly, stepped into it with great speed, and soon rushed into the depths.
"Hiss! I didn't expect that there would be such a scene in this hot hell. It's completely different from what I imagined before!"
Traveling through the hot hell, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise!
Wherever you look, although there are flames everywhere in this hot hell, you can still see many palaces scattered among them. Although they are engulfed by the flames, the flames do not seem to destroy them, but only surround them.
palace.
"How prosperous was the Kaiyang star in the past? The flowers are not as red as a hundred days..."
Balao was sighing at this moment, with a sense of vicissitudes of life, but then he changed the subject and said: "Ten miles to the west."
Ye Wuque suddenly became energetic. Knowing that Lao Ba was giving him directions, he immediately flashed and rushed towards the west.
About a quarter of an hour later, Ye Wuque stopped in front of a small palace that looked extremely ordinary, even inconspicuous.
"Wenyuan Pavilion... it's a good name. Could it be that it was the former library pavilion of Kaiyang Star?"
Above the top of the palace, a broken and even slightly carbonized plaque hangs, but the three clear and simple characters on it can still be recognized.
In response to this, Ba Lao just snorted slightly as an answer.
Stepping into Wenyuan Pavilion, Ye Wuque's breath froze slightly. Wherever he could see, he saw a dim hall.
Take a breath, everything is cold.
"Go forward, go to the innermost room, and then find the second-to-last bookshelf in the 762nd room."
When Ye Wuque followed Ba Lao's instructions and came to the bookshelf, his breathing was already slightly rapid, and his lips were even a little dry!
But the next moment, Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly condensed!
Because the pavilion in front of me is completely empty, there is nothing!
"Ba Lao?"
This made Ye Wuque's heart sink and he quickly asked.
"Hey! Boy! It's rare to see you looking anxious and anxious. It's not easy. Put your hand in and touch it up."
Ye Wuque immediately followed the instructions, and then his eyes suddenly lit up!
Because he suddenly touched a hidden button and pulled it down!
Click!
There was only a crisp tearing sound, and the cabinet in front of Ye Wuque suddenly opened up, revealing one of the small hidden tables!
And in the dark platform, there were three or four extremely ancient ancient books lying quietly!
But in an instant, Ye Wuque's eyes were attracted by the silver-gray ancient book placed in the middle!
"That's the kind of writing! That's the kind of writing! It's exactly the same!"
At this moment, Ye Wuque murmured to himself. He grabbed the silver-gray ancient book with his right hand, which was about the same size as a brick.
"This object is one of the rare objects that has been passed down for a long time by Beidou Dao Ji Sect. It was originally a reward from the ninth level of my Kaiyang lineage. I studied it for a period of time out of curiosity, but later I discovered that this ancient book
But it is just explaining an ancient history of a race, and this kind of writing is also a civilization unique to this race, and there is no big mystery, so I gave up."
"That's why the ancient text on the back of your golden token looks familiar to me. They are actually the same type of unique text."
Ba Lao's voice sounded in Ye Wuque's mind, and he told the reason.
Ye Wuque gently opened the ancient book. The strange and strange lines were exactly the same as the lines on the golden token left to him by Uncle Fu. They were clearly the same writing!
"Turn to the last page and look again."
At this time, Ba Lao reminded Ye Wuque again, and Ye Wuque immediately obeyed and turned the ancient book to the last page. He was startled at first, and then his eyes showed endless surprise!
"This kind of ancient syllable! It is the basic syllable for learning this kind of writing. There are a total of thirty-two syllables recorded on it. As long as you can learn them all, maybe you can understand this ancient writing? You can also understand it.
Do you know what is recorded behind the golden token?"
At this moment, Ye Wuque was so excited that he was trembling!
Although there is no 100% certainty, it is always possible!
He seemed to feel that he had finally waited until the clouds cleared to see the sun, and he was filled with joy!
"Hey!"
Ba Lao smiled, looking at Ye Wuque's stately appearance, he found it quite interesting.
At that moment, Ye Wuque just sat on the floor and began to study this ancient text, forgetting to sleep and eat, and stayed awake day and night.
Time passes little by little.
Ye Wuque started researching and studying in the dim Wenyuan Pavilion. Every moment, a strange and obscure sound echoed in Wenyuan Pavilion, as if it was an ancient but lost language.
The sound was intermittent and blurry at first, but later it became smooth and clear.
This is the voice that belongs to Ye Wuque. As time goes by, it has been kept in Wenyuan Pavilion for a whole month!
But just a month later, the ancient voice that had been echoing suddenly stopped!
Wenyuan Pavilion, inside the main hall!
Ye Wuque was half-kneeling on the ground, face down, unable to see clearly. There was a silver-gray ancient book in front of him. He held a golden token tightly in his left hand, and held it tightly with the five fingers of his right hand. The veins on his arms were knotted.
, like terrifying dragons, containing unimaginable power!
"Why! Why only half! Why!! You might as well not give it to me!"
Ye Wuque suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice full of unwillingness, even hoarse, and his eyes were filled with fierce light, which was terrifying!