Lu Feng and Tang Yuan came to another area and looked at a figure silently standing under the skill grid.
Tang Yuan looked at it and said: "What is hidden here are all the classics on body skills and leg skills. The boots worn by this figure are quite special. The toes of the shoes are embedded with iron. I think he is a stupid practitioner. Looking at his dead appearance, his face is actually still..."
The smile of surprise and madness is really strange."
Lu Feng frowned: "Jueying Step, Liu Huangjiang!"
Tang Yuan was startled and said in shock: "Old Lu, are you the Liu Huangjiang who 'crossed the Huangjiang in three steps'? A person in the top 50?"
Lu Feng nodded, "More than ten years ago, due to the shackles of his body, he visited the Qinghe Sect and asked my senior brother and others for advice on the Qinghe Step. I was fortunate enough to have some contact with him."
Tang Yuan was even more surprised.
"No wonder there has been no news about him in the soul master world these years. It turns out he was buried here."
Lu Feng looked around at the many grids in the space and saw that many of the lighting jade stones in the grids had lost any light. He thought to himself that it might be because the corresponding techniques had been taken out by others.
He couldn't help but wonder: "His death should be related to the Kung Fu books here."
He looked at Tang Yuan and said, "Old Tang, did you feel any discomfort or pain when you took out the grid technique?"
Tang Yuan smiled awkwardly: "I didn't mess with those classics, and I didn't read any of them. As you know, the way I practice depends mostly on my own understanding and perception. The martial arts books are only used to assist comprehension, no matter how many there are.
, it doesn’t have much appeal to me. I still understand the principle of biting off more than I can chew. As for the methods I have learned at this stage, I have not yet fully integrated them. If I integrate and learn new ones, I am afraid that I will be like the fourth one.
, if you are not proficient in any of them, you will suffer.”
Lu Feng smiled, this could be regarded as a chance to escape the disaster.
Tang Yuan said again: "Old Lu, have you just read the classics here? But what discomfort did you find? Is Liu Huangjiang's death related to the Kung Fu books here?"
Lu Feng briefly stated his previous feelings to Tang Yuan, and then continued walking towards other areas.
"Wait a minute~" Tang Yuan called Lu Feng to stop, and went straight forward to lightly tap Liu Huangjiang's shoulder.
In an instant, Liu Huangjiang, which stood as still as a sculpture, scattered like dust to the surface of the forest.
Tang Yuan leaned over and pulled out a Nai ring from the ashes, and said with a chuckle: "Senior Liu was once a person after all, and I don't want his relics to be covered in dust like this."
Taking advantage of the situation, a ray of soul consciousness sank in, and then sighed: "After all, he is also a soul master at the level of the soul realm. How come he is as poor as the previous one, and it is full of junk."
Lu Feng analyzed: "It must not be too easy for him to come all the way here. Maybe he has already used up the resources in his hands on the way; or maybe he knows the dangers of Fusha Ghost Pavilion, and before coming in, he will have important and rare resources."
, left to the companions outside."
Tang Yuan sighed softly, with a bit of regret.
Lu Feng thought of the similar exit he had accidentally discovered before, and asked again: "Is there any special object inside? For example, the existence of the nine-pointed star plate before?"
Tang Yuan searched again and then took out a palm-sized iron ball.
"It needs to be special. In the entire Najie space, this is the only thing that cannot be seen clearly."
Lu Feng took the iron ball and used all his spiritual energy and soul consciousness to sense it, but found nothing. Then he subconsciously tested it with the wooden energy.
Finally, he sensed some clues. The moment when the wood energy penetrated into the iron ball, it was exactly the same as when he took away the sword technique.
Although the full picture is not clear, it is vaguely understood that this strange iron ball should be connected to this space.
Continue to previous school
The two passed through the 'Palm Technique', 'Stick Technique' and other areas one after another, and what they saw and heard were basically the same as before. The soul masters who came in before were basically turned into powder and disappeared with a light touch.
But among the remaining utensils, not every one has such a strange round ball.
Continuing forward, the two finally saw a familiar figure.
Looking from a distance, I saw Qiu Long concentrating on a grid, reading through a set of exercises in his hand.
The moment the two approached, they immediately attracted the attention of the prisoner dragon.
"Get lost!" Qiu Long's eyes were full of sternness. He raised his hand and slapped Lu Feng and the two of them with a wave of air, forcing them back alive. "The skills here are all mine! If you dare to move forward, you must go forward."
kill!"
Prisoner Dragon's eyes were blood red, and a somewhat crazy and angry voice came out.
Tang Yuan stopped and stared, frowning and whispering: "Old Lu, something is not right with him! It seems like a sign of being possessed."
Lu Feng nodded understandingly, as Qiulong was acting crazy and losing his mind at the moment, even a fool could spot the abnormality.
Looking at the skill grids on both sides, I saw that the hidden books were basically methods of entraining and controlling qi, which should correspond to the practice of Prisoner Dragon. No wonder he showed such a domineering desire for possession.
Looking at the ground beside Prisoner Dragon, several classics have been piled up, and several of the grids in front of him have dimmed.
This made Lu Feng even more certain that there was a certain price to be paid for taking away these martial arts books, and that price might be that he was like Qiu Long at this moment, losing his mind without knowing it, and almost on the verge of becoming a demon.
Thinking of his previous experience when picking up the book, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel afraid. If his Mu Xing Qi was not in a running state and subconsciously resisted the breath that penetrated into his body, he might have been tricked and lost part of his mind.
And once you get lost and covet and covet you, you may be tempted to pick the second or third book... until the permeating atmosphere becomes more and more intense, and you completely lose yourself.
At the same time, he also understood that in this situation, it was definitely not possible to further stimulate the dragon.
Both Lu Feng and Tang Yuan knew this, so they were both "aware" and went a little further.
Under normal conditions, Prisoner Long would have been able to feel that the two of them were not far away, but at this moment, he was immersed in the many techniques he had obtained, but he couldn't take any time to think.
Tang Yuan muttered in a low voice: "Are those people the same as him, who died because of seeing the exercises here?"
Feeling that it was a bit inconsistent, he changed his words and said: "That's not right. Although the smile on his face is based on excitement and greed, which can be matched, the signs of death are too weird, and they are not caused by obsession at all.
, that frozen figure seemed to have died in an instant."
Lu Feng nodded in agreement, and said while thinking: "Every time I take out the skill, there will be a strange aura covering it. I don't know if it is caused by a certain formation or some other method. The real cause of death may be this."
While the two were whispering, the prisoner dragon in the distance suddenly became extremely irritable.
'The broken copy...how could it be the broken copy?'
'Where is the rest?'
'where?'
From a distance, I could tell from his intermittent shouting that he must have gotten a incomplete book of exercises. In a moment of anxiety, I started to rummage through the box to find the remaining parts, so much so that I took out all the exercises from more than ten grids in a row.
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Prisoner Long's rummaging action continued, and in the grids from which he took out the classics, the illuminating jade stones gradually dimmed and lost their luster.
At this moment, Qiulong's rummaging movements suddenly froze on the spot, and his whole body maintained a hand-raising movement, as if he had been tapped on an acupuncture point, motionless.
Seeing this scene, Lu Feng and the two couldn't help but swallowed solemnly.
There was silence for a moment.
"Is he...dead?"
Tang Yuan's slightly trembling voice sounded, and he was wary and wanted to move forward to investigate.
Lu Feng was shocked to realize something was wrong and stopped him, "Wait a minute!"
"That space is filled with that evil aura right now. If we get close, we might follow in its footsteps."
Since the moment when Prisoner Dragon's accident happened, Lu Feng tried to sense the area with wood energy, but found that the quality of wood energy had been improved by the East Soul Wood. When it rushed to that area, it was immediately blocked.
Most of it was dissolved.
Empress Tang Yuan asked fearfully: "What should we do? If Sister Yun and the others also see the exercises here, their situation at this moment may be very critical..."
Lu Feng's face was surprisingly solemn. He couldn't understand how anxious and worried he was, but he knew better that at times like this, he needed to stay calm.
Fortunately, this uneasy feeling of anxiety did not last long. About halfway through the incense sticks, the space in the area where the prison dragon was located suddenly changed. The classics scattered on the ground rose up without any wind and rolled back to their original places.
The Zheng of each square
The strange scene once again surprised the two of them.
Lu Feng faintly caught the fluctuation of the formation's aura, and secretly thought that this reset might be caused by the formation. He felt that the aura that Mu Xingqi was afraid of gradually disappeared, and then he dared to move forward cautiously.
Tang Yuan looked at the prisoner dragon standing still, and gently fanned away a gust of wind from his palm. Although he had expected it, but seeing it turn into powder and fly away, he couldn't help but be horrified and cried out: "What kind of method is this? What a good idea."
How can you bet on a person and his flesh and bones turn into powder in an instant?"
Lu Feng stared at the dust on the ground and said in shock: "Do you feel it? It seems like there is an ethereal beastly aura lingering."
When Tang Yuan heard this, he couldn't help being shocked, "It is true, is it possible... This kind of existence that can turn people into powder instantly, like the yellow sand algae under the Ghost Pavilion, is also a kind of existence in the Abyssless Sea.
Strange beasts? Even thinner than those sand algae, invisible to the naked eye, and terrifyingly aggressive? How can one be on guard against this? It's too scary."
Lu Feng looked serious and did not respond to Tang Yuan's words. As one of the most dangerous places in the world, Wuyuan Minghai must have its own unique and dangerous features. It is not impossible for such an unimaginable existence to appear.
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The anxiety and worry in the two people's hearts at this moment can reach the extreme.
Without stopping for a moment, he quickly rushed towards other areas.
"Lao Lu, look..."
After passing through several areas, Tang Yuan suddenly stopped and looked at a figure not far away in astonishment.
The white-haired figure was leaning sideways, hunched over, facing the grid on the pavilion wall. He was holding a volume of classics in his hand, and there were scattered classics spread out all around.
From the gray hair on his head, you can tell that he is an old man who is about to die, but unlike other figures, this man still has some rosy blood on his face, as if he is not completely dead.
The reason why Tang Yuan was horrified and silent was not because he was still alive, but because this man was actually wearing Ye Fan's clothes.
A strong uneasiness swept through Tang Yuan's heart instantly.
"Could it be that...he killed Lao Ye?"
Judging from the current situation, it is difficult not to doubt that Ye Fan died in the hands of that person and even took off his clothes.
As Lu Feng secretly sensed it, a low and hoarse voice came: