At this time, Gu Po looked at Yang Zhen with a playful look, and said to Yang Zhen with a smile: "Boy, do you recognize the words on it?"

Yang Zhen shook his head in bewilderment, which made Gu Po snort coldly and say, "Seeking fame and reputation!"

As she spoke, Gu Po slowly walked towards the restricted direction of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin under the astonished gazes of the monks.

Seeing this, Huojian hurriedly reminded, "Grandma Gu, be careful. This restriction is very troublesome. Once you are infected, it will be difficult to escape."

Even a Half-Step Great Sage was so afraid of the restrictions on the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin that the faces of the people around him changed drastically. They quickly took a few steps back, never daring to get so close again.

What a joke, this is a restriction that even a half-step great saint would find difficult to escape from, how terrifying is it? Although everyone gathered here, no one dared to try to break this restriction easily.

On the one hand, the Half-Step Great Sage is guarding here and won't allow anyone else to take even a single step forward. On the other hand, there is a restriction that even the Half-Step Great Sage cannot break, so how can everyone have the courage to go and try?

So even though everyone heard that this restriction was very terrifying, no one present had ever experienced how terrifying it was.

Now seeing Gu Po finally walking towards the restricted area, everyone was frightened and became nervous.

Hearing Elder Huojian's words, Gu Po chuckled and said, "It doesn't matter. I know a few ancient Ale characters. Let's see how these restrictions are arranged. As long as we find one end, we can find a way to break the restrictions here."

Everyone gasped and all their eyes fell on Gu Po.

Even the mean cat came up to Yang Zhen and asked, "Boy, are you sure? This old woman looks very confident. If she really cracks it, you will be the first one to die among so many people here. Then it will be my turn and that of the little Taoist."

At this point, the mean cat grumbled, and then continued: "Of course, I am thick-skinned and may be the last to die, but the last to die is also death. I am still young and don't want to die like this."

Yang Zhen staggered when he heard this, and almost couldn't help but slap him. What did this bastard say? How ugly is it to die? Gu Po seemed to have heard what the mean cat said. She looked back at Yang Zhen, with a weird smile on her wrinkled face, which made Yang Zhen's scalp numb. She laughed and muttered, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb the senior from studying the restriction."

Hearing this, Gu Po chuckled and slowly squatted down in front of the ban.

For a moment, everyone on the Nine Dragons Bird Terrace held their breath and stared at Gu Po, not daring to breathe.

Even Huojian and his companions looked at Gu Po with serious faces. Gu Po was the most knowledgeable person about ancient heritage in the entire Dayu Dynasty. If even she could not break the restriction here, then everyone could only wait for the arrival of other Half-Step Great Saints and discuss how to force their way in together.

Yang Zhen looked at Gu Po with curiosity as she squatted on the ground and muttered to herself, saying something with a strange look on her face.

More and more words lit up, and the various voices in Yang Zhen's mind became faster and faster. After a series of pronunciations came, even Yang Zhen, with such a terrifying talent, felt a little overwhelmed.

After all, mastering a foreign language is not an easy thing.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen did not need to read all the words here, as long as he could recognize them. During this period of time, Yang Zhen had no sense of existence at all, so he carefully memorized nearly 90% of the pronunciations. There was a sudden buzzing sound in his head, as if some mysterious force had broken in. His head was splitting with pain, and Yang Zhen wanted to scratch his head.

At this time, Gu Po suddenly stood up, laughed and said, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Hearing this, everyone's heart trembled, and there was a look of shock on their faces.

Huojian and the other three half-step great saints also showed surprise on their faces. Everyone could see that Gu Po must have seen something. This was a good start. Maybe Gu Po alone could break the restriction.

Among the three half-step great saints who had the most say in the group of people in front of him, Elder Huojian had the hottest temper and asked hurriedly, "Grandma Gu, what did you see?"

Gu Po laughed for a long time before glancing at Yang Zhen and saying, "It is said that Senior Jiulong is a powerful man with extraordinary talents. Now it seems that the rumors are true. These restrictions are composed of some ancient Ale characters, with the energy of heaven and earth."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was so angry that he almost rushed up and slapped Gu Po on the back of the head.

This old guy squatted on the ground and studied for a long time, and this is all he came up with?

How disappointing!

Granny Gu's face was full of excitement, and she continued, "Give me some time, and I will definitely be able to unlock all the restrictions here, and it will be no problem for me to inherit the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around them gasped and expressions of ecstasy appeared on their faces.

Give you time, lots of time, and solve it quickly.

But don't be too fast. It's best to wait until other Half-Step Great Sages come and then lift the ban. This way, everyone will have a chance.

Only when all forces are present can one fish in troubled waters. This is better than the Dayu Dynasty unravelling the secret of the Nine Dragons Coffin by itself, and the people around it won't even have a chance to drink the soup.

Huojian and the others showed ecstatic expressions on their faces, but then they frowned and stared at Gu Po and said, "How long will it take you?"

Gu Po shook her head: "I'm not sure. These restrictions are too complicated. They seem to be put together in a disorderly manner, but they are in line with the principles of music. It's like... it's like..."

Having said this, a solemn look appeared on Gu Po's face. She seemed to be hesitant to speak, and seemed not to know how to describe it.

For a moment, everyone's face showed a nervous look.

Whether Gu Po can think of the key point is related to when the restriction can be lifted, or even whether the restriction can be lifted. The crowd can lift the restriction without waiting for the arrival of other half-step great saints. The tense part is whether Gu Po can lift the restriction.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Seeing the hesitation on Gu Po's face, everyone's hearts began to tense up, wishing to open Gu Po's brain and let her thoughts fly for a while! At this time, Yang Zhen suddenly poked his head out and tentatively said to Gu Po: "Like... mortal poetry?"

Hearing this, a terrifying wave suddenly burst out from Gu Po's body, scaring everyone.

The next moment, Gu Po turned around abruptly, stared at Yang Zhen and laughed, saying, "That's right, it's a mortal's poem, yes, that's it, Senior Jiulong is extremely talented, his talent is so great that it is said that the talent inscriptions on his body can cover the sky and the sun, shake the world, and make people worship him. These restrictions must be the same. He can actually think of such a brilliant formation method, he is really a rare person."

Yang Zhen nodded modestly, and then said tentatively: "How about... Gu Po try to read the words above. I am also very curious about what kind of resonance between heaven and earth can be aroused by talent and music."

Cough cough!

Gu Po looked at Yang Zhen deeply, and the murderous intent in her eyes gradually dissipated a lot, but she was still a little wary of Yang Zhen. She snorted coldly and said, "Don't use flowery words, but it doesn't hurt for me to give it a try."

As she spoke, Gu Po showed a solemn look on her face. She stared at the words on the ban and muttered to herself, "Strange, it seems a little weird."

Huojian said impatiently: "Grandma Gu, what's so strange? Why don't you read it out loud for everyone to hear."

Gu Po glanced at Huojian, coughed lightly, and began to recite in a rhythmic voice: "Dark Stone Spring Green..."

“Good poem!”

Yang Zhen yelled and clapped his hands desperately, which startled everyone and they all looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"The dark plum blossoms smell the flowers, the lying branches meet the sky, the fish kiss the lying stones in the water, the lying stones answer the spring green... Well, this is a poem describing spring."

Poof! The mean cat even drooled, looking at Jiulong pulling the coffin in bewilderment, muttering to himself: "Damn, is Jiulong from the same village as Yang? How can this be a poem describing spring? It's clearly a poem that insults people. Yang has told me about it before."

"What?" Gu Po snorted coldly and cursed, "You uneducated bastard, how can this be considered a poem that insults people?"

"Why don't you try reading faster?" said the mean cat with a pout.

Yang Zhen, who was standing by, was almost getting cataracts from holding it in.

(End of this chapter)