Aurora City, the Demonic Cave of All Fantasy.

Mu Yutian came with his two grandchildren, and another Jindan monk had already begun to drain the water around the Demon Cave, revealing the true appearance of Wanhuan Island in the past.

A three-foot long black iron nail is firmly nailed to the gate of the Golden Courtyard.

The monk turned the collected water into twelve arms and tried hard to pull the iron stakes on the gate of the Golden Courtyard.

However, an invisible force blocked the way, and those giant hands of the water dragon that could kill the golden elixir monk were unable to touch the iron pile at all.

"Senior Zhao Mingjun?" Fu Henghua's face changed slightly, "Grandma, can you win in a fight with him?"

Zhao Mingjun is the leader of the Five Golden Pills of the Rain Master Palace and the twenty-fifth on the Heavenly Spirit List. He is good at creating floods and water, and calling for wind and rain.

Fu Henghua didn't know him, but he had dealt with a disciple of Yushi Palace.

Back then, a Taoist in red was invited by the Wei family and ran to stop the four allied forces. Later, when the boy Tianyin returned, the Taoist in red was dismissed.

The four families did not dare to deal with that Yushi disciple because there were too many experts in the Yushi lineage.

There are three golden elixir monks on the Tianling List and two Yuanying Grandmasters, which is just one Tribulation Immortal. Otherwise, they can be included in the top Taoist sect in the world.

Mu Putian shook his head: "At our level, winning or losing is not that simple."

In a battle of spells, it's not just about who has more magic power, but also whoever has a higher realm will win.

Your state of mind during the battle, your understanding of the enemy, and even your momentary judgment can all affect the final result.

"But the Yushi Palace lineage is good at controlling water, and the current Donglai Thirteen Waters are too biased towards them."

In the battle over the continent, based on the attributes of the five elements, the fire and earth monks were the most unlucky. As the thirteen waters took shape, the water monks had an increasing advantage.

Fighting with the disciples of Yushi Palace on the water is tantamount to fighting against the endless water.

Mu Putian calculated in his mind: If we really want to fight and win, we must strike first. When the opponent fails to communicate with Cangshui, he will severely damage the opponent in one fell swoop.

The essence of heaven condenses secretly.

On Wanhuan Island, Zhao Mingjun noticed the three ancestors and grandsons of Mu Potian, and the speed of pulling out the iron nails increased.

But he still couldn't reach the iron pile and finally had to give up his position.

"Fellow Taoist Mu, please."

After all, it was the golden elixir that had been famous for thousands of years. Zhao Mingjun was very graceful and allowed Mu Yutian to come forward and try it.

The elemental energy of heaven was whirling around the iron pile, and he was also aware of the invisible force.

She stopped and observed carefully.

Zhao Mingjun simply walked to the Fu family siblings.

"It's you two. Is there anything you can do?"

When his disciple was kicked back by the Fu family, he had paid attention to the situation of the Fu family, knew the identities of Fu Yaozhen and Fu Henghua, and knew their talents.

Fu Henghua smiled bitterly and shook his head.

No matter how much he knows, he can't even see the Taoism around the nails now, let alone think of a way to restrain it.

"If it's a full moon night, you can use the method of seeing and reflecting the truth. If you invite the monks from the Purple Emperor Pavilion, you can use the method of seeing through the mysterious mirror. Or, you can borrow a mirror that is at the level of a spiritual weapon."

Fu Henghua talked about several plans in succession, and Zhao Mingjun shook his head silently.

Fu Yaozhen: "Senior, your eyes can't see that layer of spells?"

"I can't see it, I can only feel that there is a spell around the Jiuyin nail. If this spell is there, the nail cannot be pulled out."

Zhao Mingjun had a bit of worry in his eyebrows.

The opportunity to transform into an infant is important, but with my own cultivation level, I can make a breakthrough in the future without using this opportunity to transform into an infant.

But if the gate of ghosts is allowed to be perfected and the seventh bell rings, or even two days later, the gate of ghosts engulfs the human world on July 15th, then things will be troublesome.

Fu Yaozhen stared at the iron stake intently, and with the power of mystical vision combined with the bracelet, she tried hard to identify it for a long time, and finally saw some strange changes.

"Henghua, there are rings of insect inscriptions lingering near the iron pile. I have never seen this kind of insect inscriptions. It's very strange."

Fu Henghua perked up and said, "Sister, help me write it down." He transformed the Shenluo Heavenly Book into a jade tablet and handed it to Fu Yaozhen.

Under the mysterious view, Fu Yaozhen copied those wonderful words one by one on the jade tablet.

Looking at the words, they were like flies without eyes crawling randomly on the jade board. The three of them seemed to be falling apart, and their hearts stood on end.

ghost!

It seems like there are endless ghosts and monsters watching me!

Zhao Mingjun pondered: "This kind of writing... little friend Henghua, can you analyze it?"

"It should be a type of Yin script, and it is also an explanation of the innate red script."

Fu Henghua thought: "It will take me some time to decipher this kind of blind ghost and insect writing. It would be much more convenient if there is information to test."

Xiantian Chiwen is a type of spiritual inscription that embodies the movement of the heaven and earth. It is the true name of all things in the world.

Even if they don't understand each other's language, they can communicate with each other as long as they understand the innate red text.

However, due to different factors such as geography and humanities, monks will inevitably bring their own principles and styles when writing Xiantian Red Inscriptions.

This formed the unique spiritual script of the monks.

Taixuan Taoism follows the two rituals, and the secret seals are neat and symmetrical. The secret seals of Zihuang Pavilion are in Yang script, mostly in purple, gold, and red.

These secret seals can not only serve as the unique Taoist spells of each sect, but also the most important "password" for each sect to record their skills.

Many of the Earth Code Immortal Techniques need to be deciphered first before they can be interpreted. If the interpretation is wrong, there will be flaws in the skills and the practitioner will go crazy.

Zhao Mingjun tried hard to recall the information related to this weird inscription, and even went to the Tianxuan Taoist platform to ask questions.

But there were only a few people who responded, and the few who provided information were mostly Jindan monks who went to other places in Baijiang.

They also saw iron piles in other places, but because they could not recognize the "ghost writing" outside, they were ultimately unable to break the spell.

In Jade City, Dan Xuanzi and two Zihuang Pavilion monks were guarding the iron pile.

Although Dan Xuanzi broke out of the house and fell out with his father, he still had a good relationship with his fellow disciples. This time, everyone was vying for opportunities, so he simply acted with his fellow disciples.

"It stands to reason that even if there is a Yin Ghost King in the Ghost Gate, his self-created ghost path Yinwen cannot be so difficult for so many of us to understand."

In the final analysis, the secret seal is created by monks using their own Taoist insights to fuse the innate red script. Monks with the same insights and cognition can decipher it.

This is one of the jobs of Master Yan. Being proficient in various cognitions of the Dao, one can naturally interpret them calmly.

But the three of them had already sent the ghost text back to Zihuang Pavilion, and several of the master-level elders could not understand it.

Is the Yin Ghost King so intelligent?

The monks of Yusheng Pavilion and other colleagues went to Tianxuan Taoist Platform for help. Even Fu Henghua's "Bodhi" account received many messages, hoping that he could help interpret it.

"You are so ill that you seek medical treatment in a hurry. Even if I am somewhat famous in the Taoist circles, how can I possibly decipher ghost texts without evidence?"

Fu Henghua smiled bitterly in his heart.

He looked at the sky.

The orbit of the meteorite has not changed, pointing directly at the core area of ​​the Ghost Gate.

"If the seven bells are fired at the same time, we may be able to compete with the meteor. But with so many Jindan seniors here, the result should not be bad."

Fu Henghua has now given up on deciphering ghost texts in a short period of time.

"My little friend, can your adults interpret it?"

"Great elder and grandfather?" Fu Henghua shook his head.

Interpreting secret seals, similar to linguistics in previous lives, requires starting bit by bit from aspects such as structure and grammar.

"The great elder may, but grandfather..."

How could my grandfather have the time?

Fu Henghua not only memorized and memorized the "Three Hundred Basic Secret Seal Collection" summarized by the great elder, but also studied in detail the external characteristics, common features, path concepts and even the life pictures and sacred texts of each sect.

The geography of the continent and even the language and characters of that era must be studied carefully.

Through various historical information, starting from the creator's habits, personality, and thoughts, we can delve into the clues of various spiritual texts and secret seals.

Who would a normal monk do such troublesome things?

"That's right, with Taoist Fellow Fu's character, he can't do such delicate work."

Fu Henghua rolled his eyes inwardly, saying that you seemed to be more capable than his grandfather.

Acting is a knowledge with vast wisdom. Deducing the next level of skills according to the monks is only one aspect of it. Deciphering secret seals, dismantling skills, deducing the secrets of heaven, surveying calendars... all kinds of doorways have deep knowledge.

Suddenly, Fu Liuhui reached out and picked up a piece of iron sheet from the water with a pattern of a closed eye on it.

If you look closely, you will see that the pattern is composed of densely packed eyeless ghost insects.

Fu Henghua's eyes lit up: "Sister, give it to me quickly!"

He took it over and looked at it in detail, then looked at the iron pile.

"Is this the leftover material for making iron piles? This set of secret seals may not have been left by the Yin Ghost King, but was brought by the Ghost Sect..."
To be continued...