Seeking the Way of Immortality

Chen Haoran stood on the top of Wanjuanshu Mountain, watching each Wu Zheng display his magical powers, but he smiled lightly and said nothing.

"Fellow Taoist Haoran, is this Wu Zheng really able to get out of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Volumes of Books?" Yan Qiufeng asked in a deep voice.

"The soul of the emperor at the peak has derived the power of creation. Although the Mountain of Books is strong, it is not indestructible." Chen Haoran said with a smile.

"Using a clone to deduce books is a good way."

"Although the method is good, it cannot hold up the vast sea of ​​books on thousands of books!"

"Fellow Taoist Haoran, tell the truth, how many books do you have on your Ten Thousand Books Mountain?" Mo Xie became interested and asked.

Chen Haoran smiled and said: "There are as many books as there are in my Ten Thousand Volumes of Books in the Ten Thousand Volumes of Books."

"Fellow Daoist Haoran, what you are saying is a bit exaggerated. There are so many books in the world, there are more than hundreds of billions of them. It is impossible for human beings to read them all!"

"That's right. Let's not talk about the difference in writing. Just the number of people from all walks of life is not a small number."

"Fellow Taoists, you will never leave your sect!" Chen Haoran said calmly with a smile on his face.

Yan Qiufeng was the first to react and said as if suddenly enlightened: "That's it."

"One life, two, two, three, and three give rise to all things. Books are composed of words, words are deduced from runes, and runes are deduced from symbols. It is true that everything changes and never departs from its origin!"

"Fellow Daoist Haoran, no wonder this place can trap the emperor and the powerful. If you don't understand the true meaning, I'm afraid you will die of old age in the Mountain of Ten Thousand Volumes of Books."

"So what if I understand the true meaning of Ten Thousand Volumes of Books? If my Ten Thousand Volumes of Books is really so easy to get in and out of, how can I trap the powerful Emperor?"

"Fellow Taoist Haoran, could you please clarify my doubts?"

Chen Haoran changed the topic and looked at Wu Zheng: "Maybe Wu Xiaoyou will give you a perfect explanation."

Following Chen Haoran's gaze, everyone discovered that Wu Zheng had already withdrawn his clone and was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, wondering what he was thinking.

"Grandma, scholars have a lot of clever ideas, but I can't understand them clearly." Hou Qing shook his head, ignored everyone, and drank by himself.

But Wu Zheng said that countless ways flashed through his mind, such as using the secret method of transforming the body into millions to read through books, using the technique of distraction to transform the soul into thousands, or letting strange insects such as golden beetles win with numbers. Or use your spiritual eyes to find the foundation of the formation in Ten Thousand Books Mountain.

Not to mention this, Wu Zheng even thought of using force to break it, but in the end he rejected it. Although he was not very proficient in formations, he still had some understanding of them. The Ten Thousand Volumes of Books Mountain clearly exuded powerful energy. The power of formation.

Among the books I have browsed in the past few days, there is even knowledge about alchemy, talisman formation, etc. It is obvious that the Mountain of Ten Thousand Volumes of Books is not simple.

After all, Wu Zheng's soul has reached the peak level of an emperor, and his soul's sensitivity is far beyond that of ordinary people. Although he doesn't care about his life when he fights, he is not a reckless man who only knows how to fight.

All the way from the Xuanhuang Realm to the Phoenix Realm, and then from the Phoenix Realm to the Underworld, all three interfaces were stirred up. The reason why he is alive and well today is not only due to luck and hard work, but also because of Wu Zheng's wisdom. .

Not only Chen Haoran, Yan Qiufeng and others can think of it, but Wu Zheng can also think of it.

He did whatever he thought of. Wu Zheng was highly concentrated, and his soul was gathered in one place, either focusing on inscriptions, bronzes, or various ancient books.

Wu Zheng was not in a hurry when he encountered foreign texts. He first looked for auxiliary books, and then browsed them. If he couldn't find the auxiliary books, Wu Zheng would not let it go. Instead, he would use his soul to deduce it, and use the soul of the peak emperor , there is no text that he cannot deduce.

Wu Zheng was sitting cross-legged, and he didn't see any movement. He could only see countless words around him like flying birds, including his body.

Those characters are either Yin characters or Yang characters, tadpole characters or flying bird characters, gold characters or silver characters. There are characters of various shapes and colors. Some characters even emit firelight. Some words are like autumn water, while some words are like thunder, which is shocking and inexplicable.

On the top of Wanjuan Shushan, everyone was looking at Wu Zheng intently. Even Hou Qing, who was drinking alone, was attracted. Outside Wanjuan Shushan, Wu Zheng could not be seen clearly. .

In just three or two days, tens of millions of various words gathered around Wu Zheng. The words seemed to be separated from the stone tablets, bronze tripods, cloth, animal skins, and bamboo slips, lingering around Wu Zheng.

There are a lot of repeated words, but the shapes and colors are different.

Wu Zheng squeezed his hands and flew like a butterfly. "Thirty-six Hands of Butterfly Picking Flowers" was unfolded by Wu Zheng like a dream. With his fingers moving lightly, Wu Zheng picked up the words one by one to form paragraphs of words. They are combined to form articles, and the articles are combined to form books.

On top of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Volumes of Books, everyone was surprised to find that Wu Zheng, who had shrunk countless times, seemed to appear above each of the words. He was spitting out his true essence at each of the words, actually trying to refine the countless words.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, aren't you going to stop me?" Gu Gu asked slightly surprised.

"Why stop it?"

"If Wu Xiaoyou refines the words on your Ten Thousand Volumes of Books Mountain, wouldn't it seriously damage the vitality of your Ten Thousand Volumes of Books?"

"Fellow Taoist, you think too much. Little friend Wu Zheng helped me condense the words and extract the essence of Wanjuan Shushan. In fact, it will be beneficial to my Wanjuan Shushan without any harm."

"Why?"

"Friend Wu has condensed countless words, and will eventually return these words to their original form and integrate them into the Ten Thousand Books Mountain. This is a blessing for my Ten Thousand Books Mountain!" Chen Haoran said with a smile.

Below, when Wu Zheng condensed the words with his own true essence, the original tens of thousands of words were reduced to millions of words, and even the colors and shapes were reduced a lot.

"Friend Chen, I don't know what the final source of the words in the Ten Thousand Books Mountain is?"

"I don't know either. Everyone can condense different sources of words. Friend Wu is knowledgeable and has many means. I don't know how he will break through." Chen Haoran said in a deep voice.

When Chen Haoran got the Ten Thousand Books Mountain, the refining process took a lot of effort. In the end, he condensed 3,200 words before refining the Ten Thousand Books Mountain.

According to the inheritance he received, some of the previous owners of the Ten Thousand Books Mountain refined the Ten Thousand Books Mountain with the word "eternal", some refined the Ten Thousand Books Mountain with the eight runes of the Eight Diagrams, some refined the Ten Thousand Books Mountain with the "Thousand Characters", and even some strong men refined the Ten Thousand Books Mountain with the six-character mantra.

I just don't know how Wu Zheng will refine the Ten Thousand Books Mountain!