Sun Huo was startled when he heard this, but he immediately reacted and quickly walked to the right side of the Confucian scholar named Yu and stopped slightly behind him.
"The escape techniques stored here can be taught and learned by others, so they are just ordinary techniques. Even so, don't underestimate the difficulty of their cultivation. Some people spend a lifetime to practice them.
It’s also not surprising that you can’t even get in.”
"Now, these glowing fragments inside record the relevant earth escape techniques. You put your hand on the light mask, inject mana into it, and grab the classics yourself."
The Confucian scholar surnamed Yu explained to Sun Huo calmly, but Sun Huo still heard a hint of dissuasion in it, and immediately nodded to express his understanding.
Then the Confucian scholar said nothing more, but walked to the edge of the hall, took out a futon and sat down cross-legged.
Seeing that the steward of the Immortal Art Tower no longer paid attention to him, Sun Huo was not surprised, but began to concentrate all his attention on observing the light shield in front of him and the fragments inside. Although the Confucian scholar said it so lightly,
But he had a vague feeling that things might not be that simple.
Stepping forward cautiously, Sun Huo carefully stretched out a finger, and a little bit of movement in his body allowed the spiritual power to wrap around its surface, and gently poked the light shield. As a result, he felt a soft feeling from his finger.
It feels soft and elastic, and other than that there are no other unusual phenomena.
Seeing Sun Huo's cautious tentative move from a distance, the Confucian scholar raised the corner of his mouth slightly, feeling very disapproving in his heart. He just didn't expect that this tall young man would be so cautious. No matter what he said about the Immortal Arts Tower,
After all, it is an important place for the sect, and it is impossible for anything harmful to happen.
Having determined that the light mask at this time had no counterattack effect, Sun Huo no longer hesitated, opened his right hand and pressed it on the surface of the light mask, and began to inject mana into it as instructed.
A strange scene occurred.
With the injection of mana, the inside of the light mask close to Sun Huo's palm echoed with a golden light as thick as a finger. The golden line continued to extend forward, but it was not in the usual straight shape, but as if
Waves like water plants in the river.
This kind of swaying was also truly conveyed to Sun Huo's mind through the telepathy of manipulating the golden thread. He was surprised to find that the feeling was so similar to that of swimming in the water with a thick rope.
And as the length extends, the entire gold wire is also experiencing a gradually increasing resistance.
In addition, another thing that surprised Sun Huo even more was that when the golden thread appeared, the fragments that were originally suspended quietly began to fly around like a frightened bird encountering a natural enemy.
There was a chirping sound. Suddenly, the scene inside the mask became very lively.
Seeing the messy scene in front of him, even though Sun Huo had always behaved cautiously and calmly in front of the elders of the sect, he couldn't help but reveal a faint bitter smile on his face.
It’s a good idea to grab the classics by yourself. The sect clearly knows that escape is not something a monk can achieve if he wants to learn it, but he still goes to great lengths to set up such a difficult restriction. I really don’t know how to evaluate this kind of blocking others from practicing.
But now is not the time for me to delay here at will. After all, there is Manager Yu behind me waiting for the final answer. It would be rude to make people wait for a long time.
Sun Huo cursed for a moment, then immediately retracted his mind and controlled the golden thread to extend quickly towards the group of fragments. He found that although there was some obstruction, the speed of the golden thread traveling through the light barrier was still faster than that of the escaping fragments.
Fast forward to one point.
After a short chase, Sun Huo manipulated the golden thread to intercept a randomly selected piece of luminous fragment, and then wrapped it around its surface several times like a bundle.
"The next step is to pull it back, and you should be able to get it. Could it be that I am overthinking it, and the thing is just that simple?" Sun Huo couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
Such an idea had just emerged, and the next moment when he was urging the golden thread to pull the fragments back, a sudden change occurred.
Through the golden thread, Sun Huo clearly sensed that four invisible forces suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed the caught fragment, pulling it to fly forward quickly. Before Sun Huo could react, he turned towards the light.
After injecting more mana into the shield, the fragments broke free from the binding of the golden thread and began to fly everywhere again.
"This is..." Sun Huo stared blankly at the chaotic fragments inside the mask, not knowing what to do for a while.
"You have one stick of incense to come up with the escape skills you want." At this moment, the voice of the Confucian scholar surnamed Yu sounded tepidly from behind. Sun Huo looked back in surprise, but saw that
A small white porcelain three-legged incense burner appeared on the ground in front of the Confucian scholar who closed his eyes and meditated. There was a sandalwood stick inside, and green smoke was rising.
The corners of Sun Huo's eyes twitched, and he didn't dare to turn around to look at the light mask in front of him.
Time was running out, and he no longer cared about complaining about his situation. The top priority was to find out the purpose of this restriction as soon as possible so that he could get the escape technique he wanted.
Recalling everything that had just happened, Sun Huo noticed that all the previous actions had gone smoothly, and only something went wrong during the collection phase. The last four forces appeared very strangely, and he had to figure out the key. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
After a while, Sun Huo started making gold threads to chase the broken pieces again.
After experiencing the same four or five failed attempts, Sun Huo guessed that he was gradually getting closer to the working principle of the restriction.
He discovered that when a fragment was caught by him and wanted to be recovered, several other fragments stopped flying along with it. During the attempt, the number of fragments that were stopped was different each time. There were four
slices, six slices and seven slices.
In addition, Sun Huo also confirmed that the pulling direction when the pulling force occurred happened to be pointing at the location of these suspended fragments.
More importantly, relying on the shape memory of the fragments at that moment, Sun Huo discovered that the fragments that were stopped and caught each time seemed to be able to piece together something bigger if they were put together.<
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"Could it be that the complete jade slip was divided into different numbers of fragments? When you want to take it out, you have to take out all the fragments corresponding to the whole piece at once?" Sun Huo turned around and looked at the incense burner not far away, and saw only the pieces inside.
The sandalwood is already half burned.
"Whether it is yes or no, we will see the difference this time!"
Sun Huo frowned slightly, but soon relaxed. Then he suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it on the light mask. With a low cry, he activated all the mana in his body without reservation.
Suddenly injected into it.
A second golden thread was born out of thin air within the mask, and extended and passed through it equally quickly. Not only that, the two golden threads even split into two during the process, and ran towards four different fragments respectively.<
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The moment the golden thread split into four, the originally calm Confucian scholar suddenly opened his eyes, his two pupils slightly condensed, and his eyelids stared at the scene happening inside the mask without blinking.
"This guy actually has such a level of magic control?" He somewhat understood why this young disciple had only chosen one-handed spells to learn and practice recently. However, the thickness and speed of these four split golden threads were exactly the same.
This is not how most monks should behave.
A moment later, Sun Huo's golden threads had successfully captured a piece of each piece, and were stretched straight to resist the force of escape. There was a slight sweat on his forehead, and he was staring at the light mask with half-squinted eyes.
The last motionless fragment inside.
"That's probably it." Seeing Sun Huo making no other moves for a while, the Confucian scholar surnamed Yu felt that he must have tried his best. Looking at the incense burner in front of him, there was only a small half of the sandalwood left, and time had run out.
Not much left.
Just as the Confucian scholar was about to stand up, another change occurred in the light shield. On the golden thread near the last fragment, a fifth branch began to extend. But the fifth golden thread was blurred, as if it was just
It's like a shadow, and the speed it extends is less than half of the previous one.
What's even more terrible is that with its appearance, the other four golden threads that were originally relatively stable also became unstable, as if they would suddenly collapse and disappear at any time.
"This is too forced." The Confucian scholar surnamed Yu had already made a judgment in his mind after just one glance. But at this point, whether Sun Huo could succeed in his technique, he himself didn't know which result he expected more. After all, as long as the golden thread can
Once the last fragment comes into contact, these resistances will disappear, and the five jade slip fragments will break away from the mask on their own. It can be said that success is very close.
The golden thread extended in a straight line in the last six or seven feet of space. To Sun Huo and the waiting Confucian scholars, it seemed as long as an hour, and finally reached a position less than three inches away from the fragment.
When the Confucian scholar thought that the outcome would be finalized in the next breath and Sun Huo would be able to obtain the magic formula as he wished, the five golden threads suddenly trembled without warning and collapsed at the same time.
All the fragments stopped flying, and even the dozens of flickering pieces stopped shining. The library suddenly became extremely quiet.