Yang Qingxuan waved his arm and said: "I understand, we can only wait for it to slowly repair itself, but this martial soul is too scary."
Wu Qiyue said with a smile: "Martial spirits are not scary, but people are scary."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "Yes, there is no invincible method in this world, only invincible people."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Wu Qiyue said: "You can stay here and practice. I sensed the green dragon just now, so I came here to take a look. The secret treasure should be very close, but I still can't find its location, but I believe it will be found soon."
"Um."
Yang Qingxuan responded softly, stepped forward and hugged Wu Qiyue into his arms.
"You, what are you doing."
Wu Qiyue's delicate body trembled, and after a few tremblings, she slowly calmed down, but she was still extremely nervous and her whole body was stiff.
Yang Qingxuan put his arms around her slender waist, stroked her long hair, and remained silent.
Wu Qiyue gradually relaxed and leaned against his chest gently.
The two stayed close to each other for a while before Wu Qiyue broke free, her face was flushed, she lowered her head and said, "I'm leaving."
She didn't dare to look into Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and without waiting for a response, she turned around and shot several formulas into the void, then turned around and disappeared into the secret room.
Yang Qingxuan smelled the faint fragrance left in the secret room, heaved a long sigh, and said, "How many secrets do you hide in your heart? One day, I will let you confide them all to me."
He could feel Wu Qiyue's feelings towards him, with a hint of resistance, like an invisible needle, lying in front of the two of them, unable to go any further.
And this invisible needle was buried in Wu Qiyue's heart.
If she didn't say it, Yang Qingxuan couldn't touch it.
"well."
Yang Qingxuan sighed, and said to himself: "Everything is always because I am too weak. I am too weak, and I don't even have the qualifications to touch the secret. When can I reach that position?"
For hundreds of years in Xuanye Continent, only Haoran College has produced a heavenly powerhouse, and it was because of comprehending the ancient scroll of interrogation.
He was at a loss for a while, and sighed: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."
He remained silent for a while, cleared away the depression in his heart, and still got up to leave the secret room.
Since the force emanating from the black wood and thorns can be absorbed, the boundless forest of black wood and thorns around the altar is a huge treasure house.
He didn't know how to get down from the altar, so he followed the same path and walked to the rooftop.
At this moment, the fog rose again, and I couldn't see my fingers.
"This fog..."
Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. Before, he only thought the fog was weird, but now he realized that it was filled with a lot of original force, it was completely a miasma formed by the original force!
"It's coming again, this poisonous miasma possession is too scary, and I don't know how long it can last."
"But the entire confined place lacks aura, and if you want to break through the boundary barrier, you can only rely on swallowing this poisonous miasma."
"That's the only way to go. At least there is still a glimmer of hope for swallowing the poisonous miasma, otherwise I will be trapped here and have no hope of progress for life."
The sighs of other students came from the mist, and they were all helpless.
It was only then that Yang Qingxuan realized that the weird conversation he heard before turned out to be the case.
As the saying goes, your honey is his poison. To him, this poisonous miasma is a great natural tonic.
Overjoyed, there was no need to go out to the altar, and he immediately sat cross-legged and began to run the Qingyang Martial Arts to absorb the original force in the poisonous miasma.
On the surface of his skin, dots of cyan light began to emerge, exactly the same as those emerging from the black wood thorns.
The earthworm-like scars on the arm gradually healed under the action of the dust and light.
"ah!"
Suddenly there was a scream in the fog.
Yang Qingxuan's mind was shocked, and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see blood splashing in the mist.
"Bang! Bang!"
There were a few more applause, accompanied by dull screams.
"It's Brother Han Kai, he's killing people again!"
"Run away, run away!"
There was panic on the altar, all kinds of yelling, many people ignored it, ran to the surroundings, and then jumped from a high place.
"Boom!"
After another muffled sound, Yang Qingxuan felt something rushing toward his face, and he stepped back gently, only to see some stumps and broken arms falling under his feet and scattered all over the ground.
After reading it carefully, I couldn't help but gasped, and the hairs all over my body stood upside down.
It was a person who was completely disassembled and became a pile of scattered "parts" scattered on the ground, not only the limbs, but also the internal organs, and various tissues and organs.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared from the mist and flew towards it.
A palm print appeared in the void, and it was photographed in the air.
Under the palm prints, the mist was chaotic and made countless sharp whistling sounds, as if it had been split into countless parts.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and hurriedly raised the Liuyang Palm, and slammed upwards. At the same time, the sword seal flashed between the eyebrows, releasing the suppression of the Wuhun.
"boom!"
The two palmed each other, and the six suns exploded like the sun, illuminating the entire altar brightly.
The mist quickly dissipated under the vibration of the palm wind and the scorching sun.
In front of Yang Qingxuan was a man with a distorted and scarred face, his eyes shot out like a beast, and his mind seemed not very clear.
There was not a single person left on the altar, and there were fragments of corpses all over the ground.
A trace of astonishment flashed across Han Kai's ferocious eyes, obviously Yang Qingxuan was not crushed, which made him feel strange.
"Roar!"
But in an instant, Han Kai's scarred face rushed up with a roar, and he swooped like a beast, his body exuding an aura of decay and destruction.
"boom!"
A volley of palms strikes, and a space curve appears under the palm, which is crushed continuously.
Even the void was smashed to pieces by his martial soul!
"Hey!"
Yang Qingxuan broke out in cold sweat, flew back, and at the same time transformed more than ten sword souls, and flew away!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Under the pressure of the Broken King, those sword souls all exploded and turned into fine powder.
"Your sister, how can you fight like this?!"
Yang Qingxuan's head was covered with cold sweat, and after cursing, he flew up in a hurry, melted his wings, and wanted to flap his wings and escape.
Unexpectedly, Han Kai also soared into the sky, shooting towards him.
"Not good! Find Zongnanbei and Fade Chen quickly, the three of them will be sure to win if they work together, otherwise it will be miserable!"
Yang Qingxuan's scalp tingled for a while, Han Kai didn't use his true energy to transform his wings at all, but controlled the rules and walked against the sky!
"A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!"
Yang Qingxuan grabbed Dou Guishen, chopped out a hundred swords at once, and struck them like rain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
This sword energy was blocked by an invisible force in front of Han Kai, and even the true energy that protected the body could not be broken.
"Gulu!"
Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty, Dou Da's cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, and the skirt of his clothes was completely wet.
"Whoosh!"
With a flash of Han Kai's figure, he appeared in front of him instantly, and struck out with a palm.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan see clearly that under his palm, the soul light wrapped his entire arm, and wherever it passed, the rules of everything continued to shatter.
(end of this chapter)