Yang Qingxuan looked at the elf on the stone bed. Although she had gone through countless years and had no signs of life, her peaceful face made it seem as if she was sleeping. No one could bear to disturb her.
"What do we do now? Should he just let her continue to sit here? That doesn't seem appropriate. "
Yang Qingxuan was suddenly in a difficult position. Following the breaking of the formation, the Frozen Qi that had been gathered also disappeared. The surrounding temperature began to rise. If this was allowed to continue, this elf girl would definitely disappear.
Hua Jieyu said, "If you're afraid of her being destroyed, just take her away."
"Take her away? Are you kidding me? Take a mummy away? Impossible! "Yang Qingxuan was speechless and shook his head.
"Then there's really no other way." Hua Jieyu sighed. "You can't set up an identical formation. And with your skills, you can't set up such an advanced formation. "
The Crimson Archaeoscorpion said, "The disappearance of the elves in the long river of history is a very strange thing. Look for this elf and see if there's anything good on her. Maybe you can find something. "
Yang Qingxuan also thought of this, but the girl in front of him had a dignified bearing and a peaceful face. He couldn't have any thoughts of blasphemy.
Just as he was at a loss, the mummy suddenly seemed to move.
Yang Qingxuan was startled and trembled. He took a few steps back, thinking that he had seen wrongly.
But the next moment, he opened his mouth in shock and was completely stunned.
Not only did the girl move, but her movements were very big. Her hands, which were originally at her Dantian, were raised and formed a seal in the air. Streaks of golden talisman light appeared under her fingerprints and were instantly extinguished.
Not only Yang Qingxuan, but Hua Jieyu, the Crimson Archaeoscorpion, and Ni Ba were all dumbfounded.
Suddenly, a series of strange sounds came from the girl's mouth. It was very strange and completely incomprehensible.
Then, the girl held her right hand in front of her. A golden light flashed and turned into a one-page golden book that lay in her hand.
After completing this series of actions, the woman completely stopped moving.
His originally benevolent face was now tinged with a tinge of sadness.
For some reason, Yang Qingxuan was touched by those sorrowful emotions, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
After staring blankly for a while, he slowly walked over and looked at the golden page.
He could not help but frown. That golden page was actually damaged, and only half of it was left. The gap was cut by a sharp blade, so it should have been snatched away by someone.
Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, "This elf woman values this half-paged golden book so much that she didn't hesitate to lay down arrays and restrictions. I'm afraid she wants to preserve it. I wonder what it is for."
He carefully took down the half-page golden book and scanned through it.
The words on it were strange and difficult to understand, but each word was ancient and profound, as if they contained boundless laws.
Moreover, Yang Qingxuan had guessed many of the words. They were indeed similar to the Middle Ages' secret writings. Moreover, they were somewhat similar to the writings of the current human race. It seemed that the saying that the Hundred Races' writing of several great eras evolved from the elves was not groundless.
Yang Qingxuan roughly browsed through it. Although he did not understand it very well, he roughly understood some of it.
The contents of this golden page were very rich. It included astronomy, geography, astrology, the Eight Trigrams, divination, array formations, restrictions, and even pill refinement. It was a hodgepodge.
Suddenly, a light flashed on the golden page, and a few words appeared in the air: Book of the Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth.
Five elvish words flashed and disappeared.
"Book of the Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth?"
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. Hearing the name, it did sound like a hodgepodge.
At this moment, a singing voice seemed to have sounded in the vast void.
The clear voice was like the sound of nature. In this endless magma, sorrow and silence drifted away melodiously.
At the same time, the woman's figure began to shatter. Like a peerless painting, after the vicissitudes of life, it only faded away.
"You …"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He reached out and wanted to grab the woman, but he suddenly stopped because he did not know how to do so. He wanted to call out to her, but he did not know her name and could not do so.
He could only watch as she turned into smoke and floated in this space of 300 feet. Then, she flowed into the surrounding magma and no longer existed.
Yang Qingxuan felt inexplicably sad. He could not explain why, but it was as if he knew the woman in front of him.
But until now, he did not even know her name.
As the woman dissipated, the 300 feet or so of the array boundary disappeared at the same time. Magma surged in and washed over the stone bed. It was directly washed into pieces and dissolved into the magma.
Yang Qingxuan was still standing there in a daze. His outstretched hand was still in the air. He did not come back to his senses for a long time.
If not for the half-page golden page in his hand, he would not dare to believe that everything that had just happened was real.
"Let's go."
Hua Jieyu urged. Although everything was over, it did not seem right to stay here forever.
After a long while, Yang Qingxuan clenched his fist and gradually withdrew his hand.
There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He only felt very depressed.
With a gloomy face, his figure flashed and he left the magma underground.
With the disappearance of the frost boundary, the temperature in the magma began to return to normal.
After coming out of the magma, he flew out of the cave. The outside was already covered in seawater. All the traces of the battle could still be vaguely seen, but it would not be long before they were wiped out by the seawater.
…
Half a month later, Yang Qingxuan returned to the spiritual spring in Black Flame Corner.
During this time, he also went to the Daluo Chamber of Commerce and several trading halls to collect all kinds of information about the Elf Race and the Elf Language.
Because it was too ancient, the information he obtained was very limited.
He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money and issued related missions on the major island chains before returning to Black Flame Corner.
For more than half a month, Yang Qingxuan had been depressed. He kept thinking about the Elf Race woman. And he kept repairing the woman's appearance, but he could not find the main point.
After returning to the spiritual spring, he sighed deeply and stopped thinking about it. He began to cultivate in peace.
He took out the vessel containing the Earth Dragon's Blood and began to refine it.
For this reason, he first caught some huge sea fishes to do experiments, and they all had good results. Only then did he feel at ease to refine the Earth Dragon's Blood.
Half a month later, a terrifying roar came from the bottom of the sea, shaking the entire sea.
All the members of the Oceanic Tribe within a radius of several hundred thousand feet were trembling in fear as they fled into the distance.
But the aura only exploded for a moment and then quickly subsided. It was silent again as if it had never happened.
Somewhere at the bottom of the sea in the Black Flame Horn, an enormous black stone coffin was stuck in the mud. The thick, black iron chains on the coffin seemed to be cramping for a moment before they became silent again. Everything was like a dream.
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