In the Yan family's martial arts training ground, there was a loud bang, as majestic as a mountain falling apart, and everyone's eardrums were hit like never before.
There were hundreds of people in the martial arts training ground, all looking at the Qiankun Monument with their eyes wide open.
The Qiankun Monument shook violently, the body of the monument trembled, and cracked many cracks. Dazzling purple light burst out from the cracks, shining across the entire martial arts training ground.
Two figures fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
It's Yan Shibing!
Grandpa stood up abruptly, frowning tightly, "The Qiankun Monument is cracked, the Lord's wrath."
"Is the Qiankun Monument cracked?" Yong Yesheng asked in surprise.
Grandpa walked up to Yan Shibing and Yan Shibing on crutches and asked, "Where are Qing Ge and Xiao Wu?"
"Still in the Qiankun Monument." When Yan Shibing fell down, his face fell to the ground, the skin rubbed off his cheeks, and blood seeped out. He stood up lying on his stomach and said.
Yan Yan also suffered some skin injuries. He just felt that this was too unlucky, so he went in and was kicked out without even seeing the door of the training palace?
"Once the Qiankun Monument is cracked, no human breath is allowed to appear. Why haven't Qingge and the others come out yet..." Grandpa thought thoughtfully.
She raised her head and looked at the Qiankun Monument.
The Qiankun Monument gradually stopped vibrating.
"Grandpa, will Qing Ge and Xiao Wu die?" Yan Yan asked.
"If they can escape from the Qiankun Monument before the Cultivation Palace is destroyed, they can survive."
As Grandpa spoke, the cracks on the Qiankun Stele gradually shrank.
At this time, Mo Xie, who was standing outside the martial arts training ground, rushed over and asked: "Grandpa, can I enter the Qiankun Monument?"
"No, it's too dangerous." Grandpa frowned.
"I can save Qing Ge." Mo Xie was stubborn.
No matter before or now, he didn't want to see Qingge in danger.
The grandfather looked back at Yong Yesheng, frowned, and said: "In this case, I will send the shadow guards to search first. After two hours, if Qingge does not come out, will you go in? And you must obey my instructions, I will let you
If you come out, you must come out."
Mo Xie hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Grandpa's hand holding Jin Chan's crutch so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Generally speaking, this situation is rare.
The disappearance of the cracks on the Qiankun Monument means that the Qiankun Monument is closed. A storm rages inside the Qiankun Monument. It is extremely difficult for Ye Qingge to survive.
Grandpa waited anxiously.
Yan Houyong and Yan Shicheng were secretly happy. Yan Shicheng's only regret was that Yan Shibing did not enter the cultivation palace to obtain spiritual energy, and Yan Yan was still alive.
Yan Yan is Yan Houyong's favorite daughter. She is extremely talented in weapon refining. She is also the apprentice of Master Guiyan and can be regarded as a thorn in Yan Shicheng's side.
On the side, Yan Xiaoqi was sitting in Yan Fuping's arms, stunned, and suddenly burst into tears with a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth.
Yan Fuping hurriedly comforted Yan Xiaoqi. Tears fell from Yan Xiaoqi's throat, and Yan Fuping felt distressed.
"Dad, is mother going to die?" Yan Xiaoqi twitched her red nose.
Yan Fuping patted Yan Xiaoqi with his palm and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't curse your mother. Your mother's child has his own destiny and will be fine."
Even so, Yan Fuping knew very well that Ye Qingge might be in trouble this time.
"Really?" Yan Xiaoqi's eyes were red.
"It'll be okay."
"good."
Yan Xiaoqi burst into laughter and stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth.
In the corner, Lan Wuxin and the Queen of the Far North were upset when they saw this.
Lan Wuxin said displeasedly: "Ye Qingge can't just die like this, it's too cheap for her. Only Ye Qingge's heart is suitable for Lan'er's medicine. How could she die?"
Lan Wuxin clenched her hands tightly, her eyes filled with bloodthirsty and murderous intent.
At this time, Qingge's consciousness was blurred, chaotic, and fell into a desolate darkness.
The cold wind was biting and she had a splitting headache.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes and turned to look around. She saw a gorgeous and luxurious palace, with the floor paved with jade, dragon and phoenix pillars as big as two people hugging each other, and a gilt screen embroidered with gold and silver threads.
There is a picture of a beautiful woman bathing. Behind the screen is a drunken couch for a noble concubine. The couch is in the shape of a half-moon and covered with a tiger skin blanket.
Qing Ge stood up and looked straight ahead, where there were three jade stairs going up, nine dragons and phoenix seats, and the music of harp and harp.
Above the phoenix throne is a skeleton.
The skeleton is white, with his elbows propped on the chair, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his chin resting on the fist, as if deep in thought.
Who is this person?
Qingge looked at the skeleton and thought secretly.
Qingge turned her head and looked at the door, where three large scarlet characters were floating.
Qiankun Hall.
The legendary mysterious and powerful existence, the main hall of the Eighty-one Palace.
The eighty-one palaces in the Qiankun Monument were all built for Empress Fengqi. Among them, the Qiankun Palace was her bedroom.
Could this skeleton belong to Empress Fengqi?
However, according to historical records, Queen Fengqi died without a burial, and her bones were crushed and turned into ashes.
Qingge walked into the Qiankun Hall, opened a door in the small hall, and entered the bedroom.
There was a sudden movement under the bed, and two extremely strange sounds were heard.
Qingge became alert, her body tensed up, and she was fully prepared to face the unknown danger.
A hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed, and a person crawled out.
She raised her head and saw Qing Ge standing there in a daze. She pulled her mouth in pain and shouted quickly: "Why are you still standing? Why don't you pull me out quickly?"
Yan Xiaowu!
Qingge walked to the bed and pulled Yan Xiaowu up from the bottom of the bed.
"His uncle just wanted to take a nap, and he almost slept at the gate of hell. Qing Ge, where is this?" Yan Xiaowu rubbed his sore butt and asked.
"The Palace of Heaven and Earth?" Yan Xiaowu was surprised, "That extremely mysterious Palace of Heaven and Earth?"
"Yeah." Qingge responded lightly.
The purity of the spiritual energy in the Qiankun Palace is at least ten times that of the outside, and it seems to have been refined.
However, refining spiritual energy is not easy. Even if it can be refined, the refined spiritual energy is very rare and is as rare as a feather. However, in the Qiankun Palace, the refined spiritual energy is flowing in the sky.
Yan Xiaowu closed his eyes and took a breath, "The spiritual energy here is fragrant. It is indeed a good place for cultivation."
After saying that, Yan Xiaowu sat down cross-legged.
The spiritual energy here can definitely help her break through the four swords.
Qing Ge raised his eyebrows, and after a moment he sat down cross-legged and concentrated on practicing.
The refined spiritual energy between heaven and earth all converged towards the Dantian of Qingge and Yan Xiaowu.
Yan Xiaowu suddenly noticed something was wrong, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qingge. Qingge's Dantian seemed to be a bottomless pit, and he saw that all the spiritual energy had entered her body.
Countless amounts of pure spiritual energy are passing away at a terrifying speed at this moment.
Yan Xiaowu's eyes widened and he got angry, "Ye Qingge, are you too uninteresting? Good things must be shared together, you can't take it all to yourself."
Yan Xiaowu expressed his grievance.
She had only inhaled a little bit of this spiritual energy, and it was almost completely gone by Ye Qingge.
What is her Dantian made of?
Gold?
Qingge remained unmoved and continued to absorb the spiritual energy.
All the spiritual energy in the Qiankun Palace was like a gust of wind, penetrating into Qingge's Dantian at an astonishing speed.