"Hey!"
Yang Qingxuan took a breath of cold air, and trembled all over, the chill in the pool water poured into his body instantly, and his meridians and bones stiffened!
Lu Jiangpeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bank, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the pool of water in surprise. The dense white air became thinner. Yang Qingxuan's whole body was covered with a thin layer of ice, and his lips turned purple from the cold. I can't stand it anymore.
"No way? It's only been two hours. Is it worse than me?"
Lu Jiangpeng was stunned, as if he didn't quite believe it.
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled a few times before calming down. At this moment, his eyes are still closed, the dragon shadow seems to have no malicious intentions, it just appeared in front of his "eyes" out of thin air, and it just existed there quietly, as if it had gone through thousands of years.
After looking at it for a while, I realized that it was a "phantom image", but it was extremely realistic.
Every detail can be seen clearly, such as horns, scales, beards, eyes, nose, neck, etc. It seems that this phantom is not a pattern, but a real living creature!
"Strange, why does this phantom give me a very familiar aura."
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved slightly, and the desolate and ancient feeling from the pair of longan eyes, like this cold pool of water, went straight into his body, as if turning into a trickle, melting into the bones of the meridians.
"This feeling is...!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked suddenly, and said in shock: "Dead Soul Stone!"
At this moment, he realized that the aura on that phantom was very similar to the feeling of the Death Soul Stone on his body, even exactly the same!
Not only that, Yang Qingxuan just came to his senses at this moment, the cultivation of this Qingyang Wujing was exceptionally smooth, and he felt that he was always nourished by a force, which was the Death Soul Stone!
"Could it be a vision produced by the Death Soul Stone?"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked in his heart, all the previous doubts dissipated, "looking" at the dragon shadow in the sea of consciousness, as if he was going to merge into those ancient eyes, the ancient vicissitudes of power rose in his body with a reckless breath !
"Wow!"
The thick ice on Yang Qingxuan's skin suddenly broke open, and the whole pool water made a long howling sound, and the ripples were superimposed in circles, forming a vortex, stirring the entire pool water!
Lu Jiangpeng was taken aback, the water waves came crashing towards the shore, and broke under the pressure three feet in front of him. Looking around, I saw a faint shadow appearing on Yang Qingxuan's body, like a... dragon? !
Lu Jiangpeng wiped his eyes, and when he looked again, the "dragon shape" was gone, but there was indeed a faint phantom behind Yang Qingxuan, which could not be identified.
Yang Qingxuan was like a piece of red-hot iron, a large amount of water vapor evaporated around him, and the white smoke was lingering, but the terrifying aura was breathed in by the tens of thousands of pores on the skin.
"What kind of mentality is he cultivating that is so terrifying." Lu Jiangpeng stared at Yang Qingxuan without blinking, for fear that something might happen to him.
At this moment, somewhere in the inner courtyard, there are beautiful mountains and rivers, and the scenery is pleasant.
There are seven or eight red single-family courtyards, elegant and delicate, which are the female dormitories in the inner courtyard.
Wu Qiyue was practicing in the secret room, when she suddenly opened her eyes, a green light flashed in her eyes, she exclaimed: "There is movement!" Her voice was full of shock and excitement.
On the jade-like smooth wrist, the white bracelet flashed light, and then a disc of simple color shot out, the size of a palm, engraved with a few obscure characters, held in the air by spiritual power.
There are seven gears in the disc, which rotate in a certain order with the infusion of spiritual energy, making a "click" sound, which is ancient and vicissitudes.
Wu Qiyue made a formula with one hand, and once she touched her eyes, a blue light shot out from her eyes and landed on the disk, staring at the rotation of the disk.
"Crack, click..."
The gear turned very slowly, as if lacking lubricant, and stopped with a "click" after a few breaths. The aura gathered on it dissipated, turned into an ordinary disc, and fell down.
Wu Qiyue's face turned pale, and she grabbed the disc, the blue light in her eyes dissipated, and she returned to normal, but she was full of disappointment, and said to herself, "Is it still impossible to locate the exact location? It's been a year, and finally we have Movement, that thing must be around this academy!"
She stood up, pushed the window open, and the sunlight shone in, covering her graceful figure.
However, under the golden sunlight, there is a beautiful woman with a beautiful face, a pair of bright eyes, a red lip that is slightly crimson, a head of black hair like ink dyed, and the wind blowing the blue silk skirt, it is even more like a celestial girl descending from the earth, bright and beautiful. .
"It seems that what is recorded on the Qingyang treasure scroll is true. As long as it is near the academy, I will definitely be able to find it with my blue eyes!"
"In this way, the physical skills recorded in the Qingyang Wujing should also be true, but there are only fragments, so Yang Qingxuan won't have any problems practicing it?"
She was stunned, her white and flawless hands rested on the window sill, and she looked a little nervous, "Hmph, who made him stubborn, so he insisted on practicing physical skills. Little did he know that the body of today's human race is no longer comparable to that of the Middle Ages." Bi, it is absolutely impossible to achieve great achievements in physical training, he is committing suicide."
An angry look appeared on Wu Qiyue's face, but it quickly melted away like ice and snow, and she said worriedly: "If he fails in training..."
After staring out the window for a while in a daze, he sighed quietly, "If he wants to be willful, let him be willful once. He will naturally turn around when he hits the south wall."
Just when Wu Qiyue sensed something and used the ancient compass...
In a secret room of the college, a string sound suddenly sounded out of nowhere, and it was so overwhelming that it trembled in the secret room!
"Zheng!"
A sound wave ripple appeared in the sky above the secret room, although there was only one, it turned into eight colors, spreading out like colorful light, illuminating the whole secret room brightly.
Qing Buli, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned purple from the surging blood. The colored light transformed by the sound wave spread out and passed through him, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out with a "poof", and the whole person turned pale!
The dean of the No. 1 College of the Northern Five Kingdoms, known as the "King of Martial Arts", Qing Buli, unexpectedly suffered two inexplicable injuries within a few days. If he said it, the entire Northern Five Kingdoms would be shaken.
"God's will, is this really God's will?"
Qing Buli's face turned pale, and he aged dozens of years.
In the past few days, he has been cultivating a supernatural power in closed doors. It was an important juncture, but he was injured by inexplicable forces one after another, causing his success to fail.
But at this moment, he didn't care about the injury at all, but was terrified, "Jiuxiao Huanpei! The Jiuxiao Huanpei, which hasn't sounded for three hundred years, actually made a ray of business!"
(end of this chapter)