Yang Qingxuan was ecstatic in his heart, but in an instant, the joy froze on his face and turned into shock.
The huge reaction in the pool made him convulse, and then he suddenly found the phantom behind him, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
He is no stranger to this phantom, which is majestic and majestic. Every time an enemy appears in the world, he seems to be able to see this shadow, but he has never appeared in such a close form.
Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes wide, trying to see the phantom's face clearly, but he couldn't.
He touched his left shoulder with his hand, the seal left by Yang Zhao was still there, but it couldn't stop the power of the seal at all, and it was scorching hot when he touched it.
"Could it be the water of the Tianhe River that has attracted the enemies in the world?"
Yang Qingxuan muttered to himself, pondered, and said, "This... what should we do now?"
The pool water was still "gurgling" boiling, and the yang aura turned into red threads visible to the naked eye, and countless strands flew up, all of which gathered on the palm of the phantom, condensing the round wheel.
"What a berserk sun power!"
Yang Qingxuan looked very familiar with the inextricable red thread, which was exactly the same as the fifteen hanging beads left by the Yang Corpse.
He immediately understood that those fifteen hanging beads must have been refined by the water from the Tianhe River drawn out by the Yang Corpse, and what the enemy is doing at this moment seems to be using the power of the most yang to refine them. What.
Yang Qingxuan had just stepped into the middle stage of Lingwu, checked the condition of his body, and found that everything was normal, so he calmed down and watched the phantom refining quietly.
Thousands of red threads flew around, shuttled over his body surface, and inhaled a little into his body from time to time, which was actually very comfortable, just to stabilize the realm of the middle stage of Lingwu.
About half an hour later, the disc wheel in Xuying's hand suddenly made a "buzzing" sound, spinning like metal, and the red sun's light bloomed, dazzling the eyes.
But at this moment, the pool water became more violent, the flying red threads began to decrease, and the color of the pool water faded.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes widened, his heart filled with horror. This was a sign that the Yang Qi in the pool was about to be emptied!
"Hey!"
He gasped, although he was under the scorching flames, he couldn't help feeling cold all over.
This pond full of Tianhe water has existed for countless tens of thousands of years, and its yang energy is so abundant. At this moment, being whipped by an enemy in the world, she is about to do it!
"God, what a terrible sight this is!"
Yang Qingxuan stood in the pool blankly, obviously feeling that the yang energy in the pool water was getting weaker and weaker, until the whole water in the pool became clear without any trace of yang energy.
Yang Qingxuan's face was full of shock, and he opened his mouth to speak.
The purple flame in that phantom's hand was still beating, and after the yang energy in the pool was drained, the yang aura dispersed in the air began to turn into whirlpools, rushing towards his hand.
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, and said in surprise: "This guy won't come to pump me after he exhausted his Yang Lingqi?!"
But he soon calmed down, because the yang aura in the air disappeared in an instant, making it too late for people to react.
As soon as the magic seal in Xuying's hand changed, it also stopped, and the round wheel emitted extremely wonderful fluctuations, like a certain rhythm, which was very pleasant to the ears.
Suddenly, a brilliant light was projected from the round wheel, and above the pool, a sky full of stars appeared, which looked extraordinarily clear and ethereal.
Just when Yang Qingxuan was amazed, the stars circulated and receded in the sky, changing into twilight, and a round of bright moon hung high from the darkness, shining in the sky.
"this… "
Yang Qingxuan said in a daze: "The stars, the moon..."
It seems that something has been captured, but it is vague and unable to grasp the point.
The moonlight was like water, shining down like a layer of light gauze on the body.
Suddenly the moonlight turned brighter and the light became hotter. Yang Qingxuan felt the temperature rise sharply.
Looking up suddenly, the dark night was brightly illuminated by the morning sun, the day came, the moon sank to the west, and the sun rose in the distance, casting streaks of golden light.
The entire secret room was illuminated with resplendent gold and jade, and the water in the pool sparkled and shone brightly.
Yang Qingxuan said in a daze: "The sun..."
The sun shone in his eyes, causing the eyelids to blink a few times, and Jin Hui shot out from the pupils.
The sun in front of him is no longer the sun, but a huge ball of light composed of countless golden runes.
Those runes are obscure, there are hundreds of millions, condensed together through complex rules, Yang Qingxuan stared at them for a few times, and felt his eyes swell.
The eyelids couldn't help blinking a few more times, the billions of runes disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was still a round of golden sun.
Suddenly, as soon as the magic seal in the phantom's hand changed, the golden sun came whistling, spinning rapidly in the air, and a terrible flame ignited all around.
Yang Qingxuan was startled, and hurriedly backed away.
"Boom!"
The golden sun fell into the hands of the phantom, and thousands of flames scattered, turning into a sea of purple flames, like a purgatory on earth.
And the thing in his hand is also fully presented. A golden wheel is perfectly round and emits pure gold light. It is dotted with stars and the Milky Way is shining brightly. It is like a miniature version of the universe. On the wheel axle, there are four small seal characters engraved: Sun Moon Star Wheel.
What is even more shocking is that in this universe, the sun and the moon rise at the same time, the yin and yang are in harmony, the blazing light and the cold light coexist, and the world-shattering bell sounds faintly.
Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded watching this scene, and he could still feel the terrifying coercion on the sun, moon and star wheels that day from a distance of more than ten feet.
When he was in a daze, the phantom swayed in the air a few times, then gradually faded, and disappeared completely before his eyes after a few breaths.
The fire cloud imprint on the left shoulder seemed to sense something, and the burning flesh ached, but after a few breaths, the pain subsided.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. He clearly sensed that there was a powerful force in that imprint. Under the perception of his spiritual sense, it was the sun, moon and star wheel that was quietly suspended in it.
"What the hell is this?"
He was confused and stroked his left shoulder lightly, nothing unusual, even Yang Zhao's seal was still on it.
Puzzled, Yang Qingxuan frowned and stood quietly beside the pool, recalling the previous scene, which was completely beyond his comprehension.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a huge earthquake, and it came down from the ceiling, and a lot of earth and rock debris fell from the top of the head.
Yang Qingxuan was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was the only one left in the stratum, and secretly exclaimed: "Not good!" Then his figure flashed, and he hurriedly swept towards the passage.
…
At this moment, inside the ancient palace, everything was horrible.
The ground was soaked in blood, and a large number of corpses fell on the ground. More than half of the students in the hall had been slaughtered, and most of the rest were poisoned, stumbling around, and dying soon.
The breath of despair permeated the hall, and the piles of corpses showed death and decay.
(end of this chapter)