Yang Qingxuan waved his arm and said, "I understand. We can only wait for it to recover slowly. But this Martial Spirit is too scary."
Wu Qiyue smiled and said, "The Martial Spirit is not scary. It is the person who is 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 stay here and cultivate. I just sensed the Azure Dragon, so I came to take a look. The treasure should be very close, but I can't find its location. I believe I will find it soon. "
"Okay."
Yang Qingxuan answered softly and walked forward to hug Wu Qiyue.
"You, what are you doing?"
Wu Qiyue's body trembled and she slowly calmed down, but she was still very nervous and stiff.
Yang Qingxuan held her slender waist and stroked her long hair in silence.
Wu Qiyue gradually relaxed and gently leaned against his chest.
The two leaned against each other for a while before Wu Qiyue broke free. She lowered her head and said with a red face, "I have to go."
She didn't dare to look at Yang Qingxuan's eyes. Without waiting for a reply, she turned around and launched several spells into the void. Then she twisted her body and disappeared from the secret room.
Yang Qingxuan smelled the faint fragrance left in the secret room and sighed. "How many secrets are you hiding in your heart? One day, I'll make you tell me everything. "
He could feel that Wu Qiyue's feelings for him had a faint trace of resistance. It was like an invisible needle in front of them, preventing them from moving forward.
And this invisible needle was buried in Wu Qiyue's heart.
If she didn't say it, Yang Qingxuan couldn't touch it.
"Alas."
Yang Qingxuan sighed and said to himself, "It's all because I'm too weak. Too weak, I don't even have the right to know the secrets. When will I reach the Arcana Realm? "
For hundreds of years in the Xuanye Continent, only Haoran Academy had produced a Heaven-rank powerhouse, and that was because he had comprehended the Wen Qing Ancient Scroll.
He was at a loss for a moment before he sighed and said, "The road ahead is long and arduous. I will search from top to bottom."
After a moment of silence, he swept away the dejection in his heart and got up to leave the secret room.
Since the origin power emitted by the Profound Wood Thorns could be absorbed, then the boundless forest of Profound Wood Thorns around the altar was a huge treasure trove.
He didn't know how to walk down from the altar, so he followed the original path and walked to the rooftop.
At this moment, the fog had risen again, and it was so dark that one couldn't even see their own fingers.
"This fog …"
Yang Qingxuan was astonished. Previously, he had only felt that the mist was odd, but now he discovered that it was actually filled with a large amount of origin power. It was a miasma formed entirely from origin power!
"It's here again. This poisonous miasma is too scary. I don't know how much longer I can last."
"However, the spiritual energy in the entire Forbidden Land is scarce. If I want to break through, I can only rely on breathing in this poisonous miasma."
"That's the only way. At least there's a glimmer of hope if I breathe in the poisonous miasma. Otherwise, if I'm trapped here, I won't be able to improve for the rest of my life."
The sighs of the other students came from the mist. They were all helpless.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan understand that the strange conversation he heard before was about this.
As the saying goes, one's honey is another's poison. This poisonous miasma was a natural tonic for him.
Overjoyed, he didn't need to go out of the altar. He immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Azure Sun Martial Scripture to absorb the origin power in the poisonous miasma.
On the surface of his skin, specks of green dust began to appear, exactly the same as the ones that appeared on the Profound Wood Thorns.
The earthworm-like scar on his arm gradually recovered under the effect of this dust.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a scream came from the mist.
Yang Qingxuan's mind shook. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw blood splashing in the mist.
"Bang! Bang! "
A few more palm strikes, accompanied by a dull scream.
"It's Brother Han Kai. He's killing people again!"
"Run, run!"
Everyone on the altar was in a state of panic. All sorts of shouts and shouts could be heard. Many people didn't care about anything else. They directly ran in all directions and jumped down from high places.
"Bang!"
After another muffled sound, Yang Qingxuan felt something rushing at him. He gently stepped back and saw some broken limbs falling to the ground.
Looking carefully, he couldn't help but gasp. All the hair on his body stood on end.
It was a person who had been completely disintegrated into a pile of scattered "parts" on the ground. Not only the limbs, but also the internal organs and various organs.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared from the mist and flew over.
A palm print appeared in the void and slammed down.
Under the palm print, the mist was chaotic and made countless sharp whistling sounds as if it was being cut into countless pieces.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He hurriedly used the Six Yang Palms and attacked. At the same time, the sword mark between his eyebrows flashed and released the suppression of his Martial Spirit.
"Boom!"
The two palms collided and the Six Yang Palms exploded like the sun, illuminating the entire altar.
The mist quickly dissipated under the shock of the palm wind and the scorching sun.
In front of Yang Qingxuan was a person with a distorted face and scars. His eyes shot out a beast-like light and he seemed to be unconscious.
There was no one left on the altar and the ground was littered with broken pieces of bodies.
Han Kai's ferocious eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. Obviously, he was surprised that Yang Qingxuan wasn't smashed into pieces.
"Roar!"
But in an instant, Han Kai's scarred face let out a roar and charged forward like a ferocious beast, his body exuding an aura of decay and destruction.
"Boom!"
A palm strike came from high up in the air. Under the palm strike, the curved lines of space were being crushed continuously.
Even the void was smashed into pieces by his Martial Soul!
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxuan was covered in cold sweat. He flew back and at the same time, more than ten Sword Souls flew out and slashed!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Under the suppression of the Junk King, the Sword Souls all exploded and turned into dust.
"Damn it, how can I fight this?!"
Yang Qingxuan was covered in cold sweat and cursed. He hurriedly flew up and transformed into a pair of wings to escape.
Who would have thought that Han Kai would also soar into the sky and shoot towards him.
"Not good! I have to find Zong Nan Bei and Chen Fei quickly. The three of them together have a chance of winning. Otherwise, I'll be in trouble! "
Yang Qingxuan's scalp went numb. Han Kai didn't use his True Energy to transform into wings. Instead, he controlled the rules and flew in the sky!
"A little Noble Spirit can travel a thousand miles!"
Yang Qingxuan took out the Fighting Ghosts God and slashed out a hundred times, attacking like rain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
The Sword Qi was blocked by an invisible force in front of Han Kai. It couldn't even break through his protective True Energy.
"Gulp!"
Yang Qingxuan swallowed with difficulty. Bean-sized beads of cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, drenching his clothes.
"Whoosh!"
Han Kai's figure flashed and appeared in front of him in an instant. He suddenly struck out with his palm.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan see clearly that under his palm, the soul light wrapped around his entire arm. Everywhere it passed, the rules of all things were shattered.
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