Heavenly God Mnemonic

"What are these iron thorns?"

Yang Qingxuan broke a branch off, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. It was neither gold nor jade, but with strange power circulating in it.

"This power seems to be... the original force?"

He was taken aback and ran the Qingyang Wujing, and found that the iron thorns in his hand had slight frequency fluctuations, which seemed to have some connection with the Wujing.

When sitting cross-legged, the right hand raised the pinch, and the left hand was placed on the left knee. The force moved along the route of the Qingyang Wujing.

After the whole person enters concentration, there is no foreign matter in the mind, and it begins to be in a wonderful frequency.

Under the emptiness of all realms, it seems that countless lives around are wafting the original force, like tiny bubbles, spreading in the air, and then blending into the world.

"In this world, there is something that can handle the original force, this..."

Yang Qingxuan was startled. Although he couldn't see the iron thorns around him when he entered the concentration, it was certain that the original force was ingested by this wonderful plant, and it would be difficult to detect if it hadn't run the Qingyang Martial Scriptures.

"Elder Lu once said that the original force is the'original force', the original force."

"In the Middle Ages, hundreds of races were fighting for hegemony, and most of them were Force practitioners. It is not surprising that there can be objects of force in the world."

"It's just that these forces are too small to dissipate between the world and the earth at once, and they cannot be absorbed at all."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, trying to contact the faint force in the air, and when his divine consciousness touched, all of them dispersed on their own, disappearing without a trace.

"No, it can't be absorbed at all."

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and said in his heart: "If I could absorb the force of the place, Elder Lu would not stay in Yinglongtan. Alas, it was my wishful thinking."

Thinking of this, Yang Qingxuan gave up helplessly, and began to immerse himself in the practice of Qingyang Wujing to repair the damaged body.

The bones of that **** arm were exposed, shiny like jade, and extremely hard, which was the characteristic of the Jade Bone Realm.

Between the muscles and bones, there is a blue light flickering from time to time. That is the characteristic of the exercises under the operation of the Qingyang Wujing, which makes the skin and flesh heal slowly.

Just after Yang Qingxuan entered Ding, a blue dragon figure appeared behind him, turning into a dragon shadow hovering.

The dragon head seemed to emerge from the void, hanging there quietly, detached from the void.

With the appearance of the dragon shadow, a large number of cyan light spots, as fine as dust, were scattered throughout the secret room.

The dragon head, which was originally calm as a woodcarving, seemed to have a cyclone at the nostrils, and the cyan dust light flooded towards the dragon head at a certain speed and was sucked into the nose.

In the iron thorn bush, a lot of dust and light gush out from it, like the dew on the branches in the morning, seeping out little by little.

Before the dragon head's nostrils, the two air vortices kept increasing, and the throughput of those dust and light also increased, just like breathing.

Yang Qingxuan didn't notice the changes outside of the body. He just felt unusually comfortable when he was in concentration. The body functions like spring back to the earth, everything recovers, and the damaged body tissues are repairing themselves at a very fast speed.

As he entered the concentration, the space in the secret chamber suddenly turned into a whirlpool, quietly spinning in front of Yang Qingxuan, and Wu Qiyue's graceful figure emerged from it.

She was holding an array disk in her hand, on which the pointer could not rotate, and there were a lot of weird runes shining on the array disk.

"Sure enough, the Qingyang Wujing is the key to finding the Qingyang Secret Treasure. It should be very close. Every time the blue dragon figure appears, the dragon's whiskers will tremble so much, but why can't it always locate the direction?

Wu Qiyue was full of doubts, looked at the array and sighed for a long time. Then he raised his head and looked at the dragon head above Yang Qingxuan.

The glaucoma emerged, and the dragon head immediately changed in the eyes, the structure continued to decompose, and finally turned into a virtual light, which dissipated in the glaucoma.

"I can't resolve it, this blue dragon is just made of imaginary light, but it can handle the original force. What is going on?"

Wu Qiyue fell into thought again, standing there quietly, like a statue of a goddess.

After a long time, the iron thorns in the secret chamber, the separated force became less and less, and gradually dried up, and the dark color also turned dark gray, as if it were dead.

Wu Qiyue's body moved, and she recovered from her meditation, the phantom of the blue dragon slowly faded, and finally turned into a phantom light.

Yang Qingxuan, who was entering the concentration, opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming and full of joy, but then he was shocked and said in shock: "Qiyue, why are you here?!"

Wu Qiyue smiled faintly, and said, "In this college, except for the seventh floor of the library, where have I not been? Where can I be blocked?"

"This……"

Yang Qingxuan was depressed for a while, and said: "Then you can take me out too?"

Wu Qiyue giggled and said, "Of course, but this place may be more suitable for Brother Qingxuan."

Yang Qingxuan said, "What do you say?"

Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "Don't you feel it yourself? When the Qingyang Martial Scriptures were running just now, all the force in these iron thorns was exhausted."

"what?!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, only to discover that the surrounding iron thorns had turned dark gray, completely devoid of vitality.

Wu Qiyue said: "This kind of iron thorns is called profound wood thorns. It is a common plant in ancient times, but now it has been extinct in large numbers. It is unexpected that there are so many in Tian Cong Academy, and it is also a very precious material. Refining and medicinal value."

Yang Qingxuan felt himself, and found that the damaged body had basically recovered, and only the arm was left...There were scars on it, coiled on the arm like an earthworm, shocking.

And under the force of his arm, there was still a faint pain, and he was shocked: "The Soul Destruction King is really powerful, and this injury cannot be recovered!"

Wu Qiyue looked at it with blue eyes and was also surprised: "The organization of the body is destroyed. This kind of destructive power not only tears your body, but also directly breaks the rules. It is very terrible."

Yang Qingxuan pondered: "Break the rules? Tell me more!"

Wu Qiyue said: "For example, when vegetation grows according to certain rules, this kind of martial arts directly destroys the rules of vegetation growth. A stone is combined with certain rules, and this kind of martial arts directly destroys the rules of stone combination. Sexual destruction."

Yang Qingxuan understood immediately, was taken aback, and said, "If I say this, the rules on my arm are broken. Isn't it that this injury will never heal?"

Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "Don't worry, not to mention the martial arts of Qingyang, even the destructive power itself is not durable, and the rules of all things are the evolution of the heavens and are self-repairing. To put it plainly Now, that martial soul that hurts you is an ability of Wu to go against the rules of heaven."