"What are these iron thorns?"
Yang Qingxuan broke off a branch, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, it was neither gold nor jade, and there was a strange power circulating in it.
"This power seems to be... The Force?"
He was taken aback, and while running the Qingyang Wujing, he found a slight frequency fluctuation from the iron thorn in his hand, which seemed to have some connection with the Wujing.
Sitting cross-legged at the moment, the right hand is lifted up, the left hand is placed on the left knee, and the original force operates according to the route of the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic.
After the whole person has settled down, there is no external object in the mind, and it begins to be in a wonderful frequency.
Under the void of all realms, it seems that countless beings around are breathing out the original force, like tiny bubbles, spreading out in the air, and then merging into the world.
"In this world, there are things that swallow the force, this..."
Yang Qingxuan was startled, although he could not see the iron thorns all around him, but he could be sure that those original forces were produced by this wonderful plant, and it would be difficult to detect if it was not for the operation of the Qingyang Martial Arts.
"Elder Lu once said that the original force is the 'original power', the initial power."
"In the Middle Ages, when hundreds of clans competed for hegemony, most of them were practitioners of the original force. It is not surprising that there are things that can absorb the original force in the world."
"It's just that these original forces are too small, and they dissipate in the sky and the earth at once, and they can't be absorbed at all."
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he tried to contact the weak force in the air. With the touch of his consciousness, all of them dispersed by themselves and disappeared without a trace.
"No, it can't be absorbed at all."
Yang Qingxuan frowned, and said in his heart: "If I can absorb the original force of this place, Elder Lu will not stay in Yinglongtan. Alas, I am delusional."
Thinking of this, Yang Qingxuan gave up helplessly, and began to immerse himself in the cultivation of Qingyang Wujing to repair the damaged body.
That bloody arm, the bones are exposed, the luster is like jade, and it is extremely hard, which is the characteristic of the jade bone realm.
From time to time, between the muscles and bones, there is a cyan light flashing, which is the characteristic emitted by the kung fu under the operation of the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, allowing the skin and flesh to heal slowly.
Just after Yang Qingxuan fell into samadhi, a picture of a green dragon appeared behind him, turning into a dragon shadow hovering.
The dragon head seemed to appear from nothingness, hanging there quietly, detached from the void.
With the appearance of the dragon shadow, a large number of blue light spots, as fine as dust, spread throughout the secret room.
The dragon head, which was originally as quiet as a wooden carving, seemed to have a cyclone appearing at the nostrils, and the blue dust light all over the sky rushed towards the dragon head at a certain speed, and was sucked into the nose.
In the bushes of iron thorns, a large amount of dust and light gushed out from it, like dew on the branches in the morning, seeping out little by little.
In front of the nostrils of the dragon head, the two air vortices are constantly increasing, and the throughput of those dusty lights is also increasing, just like breathing.
Yang Qingxuan didn't notice the changes outside his body, but he felt extremely comfortable when he settled down, his body functioned like spring returning to the earth, everything revived, and those damaged body tissues were repairing themselves at an extremely fast speed.
Just when he was in samadhi, the space in the secret room suddenly turned into a vortex, turning quietly in front of Yang Qingxuan, and Wu Qiyue's graceful figure emerged from it.
She held a formation disk in her hand, the pointer on it rotated erratically, and a large number of strange runes shone on the formation disk.
"Sure enough, the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic is the key to finding the secret treasure of Qingyang. It should be very close. Every time the Qinglong map appears, the dragon whisker needle will tremble violently, but why can't it always locate the direction?"
Wu Qiyue was full of doubts, looked at the weapon, and let out a long sigh. Then he raised his head and looked at the dragon head above Yang Qingxuan.
The blue eyes emerged, and the dragon's head immediately changed in the eyes, the structure continued to decompose, and finally turned into a virtual light, dissipating in the blue eyes.
"I can't figure it out, this green dragon is just condensed from illusory light, but it can swallow the original force. What's going on?"
Wu Qiyue fell into deep thought again, standing there quietly, like a statue of a goddess.
After a long time, the iron thorns in the secret room separated less and less force, and gradually dried up, and the pitch-black color also turned dark gray, as if it had died.
With a movement of Wu Qiyue's body, she recovered from her contemplation, and the phantom of the green dragon gradually faded, and finally turned into a phantom light and dispersed.
Yang Qingxuan, who was in meditation, opened his eyes at once, his eyes were bright and full of joy, but then he was taken aback and said in shock: "Qiyue, why are you here?!"
Wu Qiyue smiled faintly, and said, "Except for the seventh floor of the library building, where have I never been to this college? Where can I be blocked?"
"this… "
Yang Qingxuan was depressed for a while, and said: "Then you can take me out too?"
Wu Qiyue chuckled and said, "Of course, but maybe this place is more suitable for brother Qingxuan."
Yang Qingxuan said: "How do you say that?"
Wu Qiyue said with a smile: "Didn't you feel it yourself? When the Qingyang Martial Arts was run just now, all the original force in these iron thorns was emptied."
"What?!"
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, only to find that the surrounding iron thorns had turned dark gray, completely lifeless.
Wu Qiyue said: "This kind of iron thorn is called Xuanmu thorn. It was a common plant in ancient times, but now it is extinct in large numbers. I didn't expect that there are so many in Tiancong Academy. It is also a very precious material with extremely high Refining equipment and medicinal value."
Yang Qingxuan felt himself, and found that the damaged body had basically recovered, leaving only the arm... There were scars on it, coiled on the arm like earthworms, which was shocking.
And even under the force of his arm, there was still a faint pain, he was shocked: "The Martial Soul Destroyer is really powerful, this injury can't heal!"
Wu Qiyue looked at it with blue eyes, and said in surprise: "The tissue structure of the body has been destroyed. This kind of destructive force not only tears your body, but also directly breaks the rules, which is very terrifying."
Yang Qingxuan pondered: "Break the rules? Tell me in detail!"
Wu Qiyue said: "For example, vegetation grows according to certain rules. This kind of martial spirit directly destroys the rules of vegetation growth. A stone is combined according to certain rules. This kind of martial spirit directly destroys the rules of stone combination. sexual destruction."
Yang Qingxuan immediately understood, was taken aback, and said: "If you say so, the rules on my arm have been broken. Could it be that this injury will never recover?"
Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "Don't worry, not to mention the incomparable magic of Qingyang Martial Arts, even this destructive power itself is not durable, and the rule of all things is the evolution of heaven, which is self-healing. To put it bluntly Oh, the martial spirit that hurt you is a kind of ability of Wu Nitiangui."
(end of this chapter)