Chapter four hundred and eighty withered fruit trees
A sudden light appeared in the long corridor, and the three of them couldn't help but speed up their pace.
Suddenly, a "click" sound drowned out the sound of the three people's footsteps.
Xiang Luoxi felt a sudden change. He stepped on a stone brick and heard the collision of the mechanism.
In this ancient temple, anything can happen, such as this sudden trap.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The sound of breaking through the air roared, and the walls on both sides of the three people suddenly sunk in, making a roar, and then, cold arrows shot out from the dark hollow.
Xiang Luoxi was the first to react and immediately swung his sword to resist.
"Click!"
A crisp sound came, and Xiang Luoxi cut off an arrow with a single stroke of his sword, but the terrifying backlash made his hands numb. The power of the arrow was so terrifying!
The arrow rain came in dense numbers. Xiang Luoxi frowned and shouted:
"Let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Luoxi's sword light bloomed like a lotus. With him as the center, a sword light field was actually formed. His speed became extremely fast, and his body disappeared almost instantly, but he was not
He ran away, but defended the two of them from arrows.
Suddenly, there was a fierce metal collision sound all around, and the severed arrow fell to the ground. You could see the silver-white arrowhead and the iron arrow body. It seemed that the arrowhead was extremely hard.
The two women reacted quickly. Gong Nanfeng instantly pulled Xiang Xueying's arm, and the two of them rushed forward. The trap in the corridor was ten meters long. Xiang Luoxi then
With this kind of escort all the way, the three of them got through the trap.
And just after the three people escaped, the sunken wall actually bounced back. As for the arrows that were chopped off on the ground, they turned into smoke and dispersed, without any trace of the trap...
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"There are many institutions here. It seems that we need to pay more attention..."
Gong Nanfeng said in a low voice.
On one side, Xiang Luoxi was frowning, thinking about how to deal with the wound on his right hand. On the other side, Xiang Xueying stepped forward and raised his right hand.
"Brother, you are injured..."
Xiang Xueying said with concern.
Looking at the wound on the back of his hand, Gong Nanfeng stepped forward, pursed his lips, and said:
"Actually, you didn't have to stand in my way before..."
In terms of realm, among the three of them, Xiang Luoxi was at the bottom. He had the ability to block the previous arrows, and Gong Nanfeng naturally had the ability to block them too.
The wound on the back of the hand was scratched by a broken arrow in order to protect Gong Nanfeng.
"Haha, there is no reason for a man to hide behind a woman. No matter what kind of sneak attack, just block it first..."
Xiang Luoxi laughed and then looked at the wound on the back of his hand.
Within the body, the Fengming True Art was slowly operating, and a few wisps of blood mist were quickly produced above the wound. Then, the blood that flowed out seemed to have wisdom, and it continued to flow back into the wound.
Not only that, the finger-length wound scabbed and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye. From the time of the injury to the present, it was less than a cup of tea.
How could Xiang Luoxi's self-healing ability be so abnormal?
Xiang Xueying stared at him dumbfounded. She recovered from her injuries in an instant? This seemed a bit difficult to understand.
"The body-training techniques you practice are at least of good quality..."
Gong Nanfeng
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whispered from the side.
Xiang Luoxi nodded, this was a good thing. After all, the Fengming Zhenjue was a high-grade skill placed in the jungle temple. Since it was given by Xuanzong, its grade must not be much different.
"That's right..."
Being able to heal injuries in an instant shows how extraordinary the skill is.
"It seems that I can hide behind my brother if there is any danger..."
Xiang Xueying said with a smile from the side.
Upon hearing this, the corners of Xiang Luoxi's mouth trembled slightly. Could it be that, knowing that he had practiced the Fengming True Art, he wanted to use himself as a human shield?
"Hahaha... As long as it's okay, the light ahead is very close at hand. Don't you want to go and have a look?"
Gong Nanfeng pointed at the huge beam of light in front of him and said with a smile.
Xiang Luoxi and Xiang Xueying looked at each other and nodded in unison.
"Walk!"
"..."
Under the ice and snow, with heavy snow blowing in their faces, the three of them passed through a dilapidated door and window and arrived at the interior of the snowfield temple.
This place is actually connected to the outside world, or in other words, there is actually a snow-capped mountain in this snowfield temple.
Outside the door and window, there is this endless mountain road. There may be footprints left by other people, but they have been covered by layers of snow.
Looking at the huge snow-capped mountains in front of him, towering into the clouds, Gong Nanfeng looked up and said:
"There seem to be many monsters on this mountain..."
Here, you can see the layers of snow falling from time to time on the mountainside. These may be traces of the battle between monsters and beasts.
There is no monster in my perception, but the snow-capped mountains in front of me always give people a feeling of danger.
"How about waiting for you to break through the spiritual realm and then set foot on this snow mountain?"
I don't know what dangers lie ahead, but with Xiang Luoxi's current strength in the Shi Cang Realm, it's really hard to see.
After thinking for a moment, Xiang Luoxi nodded and said:
"That's fine. I can't hold you two back at the critical moment..."
Afterwards, Xiang Luoxi entered a meditative state under the protection of the two women.
Perhaps because of the cold environment, Xiang Luoxi fell into concentration in an instant, guided his internal energy, and approached the spirit point in his body.
The internal force is like a surging river, surrounding the Wei Ling point. If you want to break through, it only takes a thought.
Not far away, at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, there were several unknown fruit trees growing. Xiang Xueying felt bored, so she jumped to the bottom of the fruit trees.
The fruits were so heavy that they hung down on the branches. Xiang Xueying just stretched out her hand and picked two of them from the tree.
Just when she was about to pick the third one, the fruit tree in front of her suddenly changed dramatically.
Both the branches and the trunk were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only that, even the fruits hanging on the branches quickly lost their moisture and dried up in place.
Seeing this scene, Xiang Xueying was at a loss for a moment. She took a few steps back in panic and bumped into a low tree trunk.
"Ouch!"
Hearing Xiang Xueying's shout, Gong Nanfeng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly stood up, then looked in the direction of Xiang Xueying and rushed away quickly.
"Xueying! What happened?"
Gong Nanfeng came to Xiang Xueying's side and asked eagerly.
Xiang Xueying has not yet recovered from the previous incident. She is still holding the two spiritual fruits in her hands. Strangely,
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The two spiritual fruits did not wither along with the branches, but were placed in Xiang Xueying's hand unharmed.
"These... these fruit trees..."
After seeing Gong Nanfeng, Xiang Xueying became bolder and told the whole story.
When he heard that these fruit trees withered out of thin air, Gong Nanfeng had a puzzled look on his face, as if asking, could such a thing happen again?
Looking at the few dead trees on the snow-white ground that did not match the surrounding environment at all, Gong Nanfeng understood that what Xiang Xueying said was not an illusion.
However, even though it was full of vitality a second ago, why did the fruit tree collapse after Xiang Xueying picked two fruits?
Could it be that it's a problem with the fruit?
Gong Nanfeng looked at the two fruits in her hand. They were about the size of a palm, but they were still green and looked unripe.
"What kind of fruit is this?"
Gong Nanfeng asked in confusion.
Stroking the two hard green fruits in her hand, Xiang Xueying shook her head and said:
"I don't know, I thought it was just an ordinary fruit. Was it because I picked the fruit and the fruit tree became angry?"
These words made Gong Nanfeng laugh:
"Hahaha, if you make the fruit tree angry, shouldn't it punish you? Why should you punish yourself?"
Furthermore, I have never heard of such a thing.
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Xueying felt less guilty. She believed that the reason why the fruit tree withered and died was inseparable from the two fruits she picked.
"However, this is a strange thing. Just after picking two fruits, these trees withered and withered at the same time..."
Gong Nanfeng said lightly. She was still thinking about why such a thing happened, but there were already waves of footsteps behind her.
"Shuashuashua..."
This was the sound of walking on the snow. Gong Nanfeng and the two subconsciously looked behind them and saw Xiang Luoxi walking leisurely.
I saw him walking lightly and saying slowly:
"If I'm right, this fruit is called Qianye Lingguo..."
The two women were not curious about this fruit for the time being, but looked at Xiang Luoxi in shock. Gong Nanfeng covered her mouth lightly and asked in surprise:
"You...have actually broken through?"
Xiang Luoxi made a very casual expression, nodded, and said with a smile:
"Yes."
With an understatement of "Yes", as if breakthrough was something simple, Gong Nanfeng swallowed and then said:
"It's been less than an hour since you started to break through..."
Xiang Luoxi nodded, and then said slowly:
"Is it almost an hour? Tsk, tsk, tsk... It seems that I haven't been able to break through the acupuncture points for a long time, and my control of power is unfamiliar..."
Listening to his pityful words, Gong Nanfeng's pupils dilated slightly. For some reason, she had the idea of setting up a spiritual array and then suppressing Xiang Luoxi...
"Brother, what is the Qianye Lingguo you just mentioned? Why does this fruit tree wither out of thin air?"
Xiang Xueying broke away from the shock first and asked immediately.
Xiang Luoxi stepped forward, took the two fruits from her hand, and said slowly: