Chapter 45 [Book of Nether Sea]

On the spiritual channel that Mark could not hear, the big shots had already started chatting.

"Hey? After all these years, someone finally couldn't think of challenging the [Book of the Nether Sea]?" An old man wearing a triangular peaked hat said in a joking manner.

"Hank, how about a bet?"

"How to bet?"

"Bet on which page he reads and goes crazy."

As soon as he said this, the channel became lively.

"Five thousand points, the preface is crazy."

"Three thousand points, see the catalog."

"One thousand points, see the third page."

After the mysterious dean Margaret listened, no one placed a bet that Mark could read at least three pages normally.

Her heart plummeted into the icy hell, turning into ice slag.

For some reason, she thought of all the miracles of this beloved disciple. Not only did he miraculously break through the S-class world and take in A-class demons, but he also advanced to the level of Master of Mystery on his own with great confidence!

Those handsome and confident black eyes, with their eyes flashing with infinite possibilities, occupied all the dean's mind.

By some strange coincidence, when she heard an old acquaintance complaining that "the odds of this kind of betting are too low and no one makes a profit," Dean Margaret's cold and resolute voice spread throughout the circuit.

"I bet 100,000 mystery points on him reading at least five pages safely!"

In an instant, the whole place fell into dead silence.

It took several seconds before someone teased: "Hey, Margaret, you just finished a world in S. You have too many points and you can't sleep well. Come and support us?"

"Haha! Just say so."

"Okay! Be brave! The bet is established."

Seeing that the bully appeared, all the big Newtons, being old and disrespectful, started to raise their bets.

"Hahaha! Margaret, how hard it is for you to think about it?"

"How about you add another hundred thousand? Your odds are the highest. Once you win, the winner takes all."

"Isn't this good? Leave some pocket money for Margaret!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

All kinds of cynicism filled the circuit.

In fact, Margaret regretted it the moment after shouting.

Endless regret tortured her heart.

This is one breath.

She is eager to prove that her students are definitely the best mystics in the world!

On the other hand, she felt sad and uncomfortable.

More than a thousand talented and high-spirited people have challenged the [Book of the Nether Sea].

They were all recognized as rookies in the mysterious world back then, but in the end they all ended badly.

If it weren't for the fact that three mystical scholars had greatly increased their strength after reading this book, and one even achieved a terrifying record of single-handedly destroying a 10,000-person regiment of Extraordinaries. Perhaps [The Book of the Nether Sea] would have been recognized as unbreakable.

It’s not a bad book.

Among the victims, her dead son was surprisingly included...

In his madness, he bit off his tongue, choked the blood into his lungs, and suffocated to death.

For a moment, her son's image overlapped with Mark's.

This complicated feeling drove her, making her scream in her heart: Mark! Fight for your breath!

Daniel's malicious gambling did not disturb Mark.

The projection of an old man appeared in front of Mark's eyes.

The long white curly hair hangs down to the old man's chest. He is wearing a white robe, with the collar of the robe open sideways, revealing the pattern of a golden book embroidered inside.

There was undisguised regret on the old man's wrinkled face: "Hello, mystic. May the God of Knowledge bless you and allow you to move forward smoothly in the ocean of knowledge."

"Praise knowledge!" After Mark replied solemnly, a hole opened on the floor in the middle of the secret room, and a large bracket slowly rose up.

There is a large tome on the shelf, the cover is deep blue.

At the same time, the hemispherical inner wall of the secret room finally revealed its true appearance - countless mysterious runes exuding a mysterious glow. They were constantly moving, intertwined and woven into a complex and powerful magic circle.

It was not based on the light, but the pure holy light of the runes, which illuminated the entire secret room.

A group of spellcasters outside the secret room began to recite incantations, and the light shield covering most of the tome slowly opened.

Almost at the moment when the seal was released, Mark clearly heard the phantom sound like trickling water.

Gradually, the sound of water flow turned into a roar like the crashing waves.

Amidst the violent roar of water waves, a feeling like water pressure came over him. Mark suddenly felt that he was deep under the sea, and even breathing became a luxury.

The only thing that can save him is the power of his own soul.

A faint blue fire ignited around him, and this strange feeling made others look at him as if he were observing a submarine volcano boiling and emitting huge bubbles in the deep sea.

The mysterious powerful men all murmured.

"The strength of this soul is a bit weak."

"No, it's not weak. He should have passed the minimum standard. It's probably because his soul has been burdened with a powerful extraordinary object for a long time, which lowered the upper limit of his soul power."

This strong man was right.

It's just that it's not one A-level, but two A-levels, Mini and Bison.

At this point, there is no possibility for Mark to retreat.

He plucked up the courage, stood over, and looked at the tome, which had a seemingly simple cover with "Book of the Sea of ​​Netherworld" written in Gulite.

He nervously held the lantern with his left hand, and boldly opened the first page of this tome that was 1 meter high and half a meter wide with his right hand...

puff!

The illusory sound of water with a hazy feeling exploded in front of me.

Suddenly, a huge jet of water spurted out of the book, like a huge amount of seawater shooting out of a standard swimming pool.

This is both an illusion and a shock to the soul.

Countless purple octopus tentacles as thick as two fingers rushed out from the pages of the book and bounded towards Mark.

Even if Mark's soul has not yet been touched, he instinctively knows that there is a huge terrifying power in the tentacles. If he is pulled, his soul will be shattered on the spot and he will become a madman.

Caught off guard, Mark summoned all his strength to fight.

The one who moved faster than him was Centipede Lantern.

Long before Mark could think of a counterattack, a golden centipede silhouette more than one meter long with teeth and claws rushed out of the lantern.

Without looking carefully, you can't even tell whether this is a phantom or not.

The centipede, transformed by the dean's clone, glowed with the brilliance of the sun.

Its power is much stronger than this kind of "opening the door to kill" tentacles.

It seems as if each centipede leg has its own idea. They are like steel cones stuck on the illusory tentacles that pop up, allowing them to twist. The free centipede legs even have time to cut off the tentacles like scissors.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the power of this centipede is a notch higher than the mystery contained in the preface of the book.

Among the big figures in the mysterious world who were watching, some were immediately surprised.

"Good guy, you are actually protected by an A-level supernatural being? Which family's direct disciple is this? You are so willing to do so."

Dean Margaret smiled proudly in her heart: It belongs to my family!

At this time, it is natural to have a tough talk: "Huh! It's not my own strength to open the first page by external force. Let's see how he passes the level of [Table of Contents] next."

The rest of the people ignored it, and someone joked: "Okay, those punters who went crazy when they opened the book lost."

"snort!"

"unlucky!"

Some are happy, some are sad.

Dean Margaret's heart was in her throat: Don't be brave! Mark, you are already very good. Just stop here and don't invest your energy. You can actually understand a little mysterious power just by reading the preface page.

Historically, there have been many successful people who have done this.

They forced open the first page and stopped immediately.

The chance of this group of people being contaminated by their spirit and soul is also relatively small. After realizing the gap between themselves and the top mysteries, there are also some of these people who later became great achievers.

However, bystanders can never understand what the person involved is feeling at this moment.
To be continued...