Chapter 191 Moving flowers and trees, supplies during the Spring Festival
Qin Yang looked up and was immediately struck by a desolate and dilapidated air that was forcefully poured into his eyes.
The stretching ruins of the city wall are black and deep, like mountains, rising from the ground. Just a fragment of the ruins is over a thousand feet high.
I don’t know how long it has been dilapidated here, and I don’t know how much time it has experienced decay. Only the silent desolation is left, and I can still vaguely feel the tragic battles that happened here back then.
Qin Yang used his eyesight enough to look at the mountain-like half of the city wall in the distance. He suddenly felt a sense of silence and terror. The sense of brutal killing that could not be erased after countless years went straight to his forehead along his eyes.
The pungent smell of blood, the roar before death, the sonorous killing thoughts of blood and fire, invaded all of Qin Yang's consciousness in an instant.
Qin Yang stepped back three steps in a row, his face was blank, blood and tears were streaming from his eyes, the whites of his eyes disappeared in an instant, a dark red halo filled his eyes, and the terrifying murderous aura around him came out from his bones.
, the skin around the body was shaking as if being blown by the wind, and the cracks were forced open, and a strong black murderous aura, mixed with blood, burst out from the wounds.
Qin Yang fell on his back. In an instant, most of his aura faded away, and then he saw a ray of vitality running through his body, and an emerald green halo continued to flow from Qin Yang's body.
It wasn't until the terrifying murderous aura that burst out from the countless wounds all over his body dissipated that the wounds began to slowly heal, and the blood in his eyes slowly dissipated at any time.
After half an hour, Qin Yang's eyes trembled slightly and he regained consciousness.
After getting up with a grin on his face, Qin Yang cautiously glanced at the tall, dilapidated half of the city wall in the distance, not daring to use his eyesight to look any further...
"What the hell is this place? Is it so scary..."
Qin Yang sat on the ground, his face was like gold paper, his lips were trembling, he was really frightened.
Just taking a look, unexpectedly aroused the murderous intention that was silent on the city wall and has not been wiped out by time...
These murderous intentions were only caused by the strong men who fought here. During the battle, the murderous intention and murderous aura unintentionally escaped, and a little bit remained on the city wall.
And this little bit has not been wiped out after countless years.
More importantly, it was not the trace of murderous intent that filled his body, but the murderous aura that was reflected in his pupils and was almost bursting alive.
Who can explain this? If it weren't for personal experience, Qin Yang himself wouldn't believe that with his strong foundation, he would almost be killed by the reflection of that murderous aura just because he glanced at the half-broken city wall.
After rubbing his head, Qin Yang stood up, hesitated for a while, gathered all his strength, and let his true energy fall into silence, relying solely on the purest physical strength to move forward.
After slowly walking forward for several miles, I saw it more clearly. This half of the city wall, which was thousands of feet high and stretched for more than ten miles, was not built here at all. It looked more like a city wall somewhere.
It was forcibly blown down and the upper part was shattered.
This huge piece of debris flew here and fell upside down on the ground!
It is close to the ground, and after walking in, you can see something like a female wall.
Qin Yang swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his temples.
At this time, we can also vaguely see that most of the fragmented walls of the city wall are flat, but there are still a few places where many ancient runes that have lost their power are engraved.
Although these runes have long lost their power, they still exude a splendid atmosphere amidst their simplicity, and there is also a mysterious and unpredictable flavor hidden in the atmosphere.
After looking around carefully, I found that there were still traces of runes in many places, indicating that these runes were originally all over the entire city wall, but 99% of them had been lost in time.
In the end, the few runes that still persisted and did not disappear should be the most core and most powerful part.
The more Qin Yang looked at it, the more he felt that there were extremely profound mysteries hidden in these seemingly simple runes. Unfortunately, he only dared to look at them with his ordinary naked eyes, and he did not dare to focus on them for fear of triggering something else.
After looking at it for a while, Qin Yang took out a pen and paper, preparing to record these runes and go back to study them carefully.
Who would have thought that just as the last stroke of the first rune was drawn, a strange and unpredictable power suddenly appeared, like a wisp of fluctuation, sweeping towards Qin Yang's hands.
Qin Yang had been alert for a long time, and when he noticed something was wrong, he immediately threw away the pen and paper and retreated.
The paper and pen were suspended in mid-air, and were gently swept away by a weak wave. They turned into powder and floated away silently. The weak wave also dissipated invisible.
Qin Yang stood there and waited for a long time. After confirming that there was no follow-up, he slowly let out a breath.
"It cannot be tolerated in the world and cannot be recorded. I know that these runes have decayed over time and have not been scattered. They must not be simple."
When he was burglarizing a house, Qin Yang casually remarked to Master Bai when he was bragging that he envied the ancient times. At that time, everyone was like a dragon, Taoist scriptures and secret scriptures were everywhere, and magical powers and treasures were like rain.
Who would have thought that Uncle Bai would ridicule him, saying that he was following what everyone else said and that he was a blind chicken worshiping the ancients.
Qin Yang still remembers what Uncle Bai said at that time.
It doesn't mean that things from ancient times are necessarily good, nor does it mean that ancient magical arts and secrets are necessarily strong, but that they are not strong and cannot be passed down tenaciously through the endless years.
In every era, there will be countless powerful people who create new secret techniques and new magical secrets. Ninety-nine percent of these things will be lost in time.
Only truly powerful magical skills and secrets can enable the founder to climb all the way to the top. After countless years of improvement, he can finally have the foundation to be passed down.
The founders were just weaklings who would be smashed to death by a flying black brick while walking on the street, so the probability of this thing being passed down can be ignored.
Just like the many ancient secret scriptures that have been handed down now, they are very few things that can be passed down.
So Qin Yang discovered half of the city wall. There may have been countless runes in the past, but they were all destroyed by time, and only the last few still existed.
At this time, Qin Yang knew that these runes were definitely not simple.
After trying it for a while, it turns out that, like the Taoist scriptures, it cannot be contained in things and cannot be recorded.
Unable to record it, I could only focus on memory and write it down. But after I closed my eyes, I immediately felt that the specific memory of these runes in my heart was slowly dissipating.
After the few runes he remembered in his mind were completely dissipated, Qin Yang continued to remember them. This time, he clearly felt that the dissipation speed of these rune memories was slower.
After discovering this, Qin Yang suddenly felt excited.
Knowing that the power of these runes has been lost, half of the city wall is like a secret treasure book, carrying these runes. In this way, there is a basis for recording them.
Now that it is possible to write it down, how can we give it up?
In this way, Qin Yang did not move forward. He stayed on the same spot and memorized a few runes in his heart, then continued to practice. He waited until the runes completely disappeared from his heart and then memorized them again.
There is no sunrise or moonset in this secret place, and I don’t know how long it has passed. I have gone back and forth like this thousands of times.
Several simple and elegant runes with sinister connotations finally fell into Qin Yang's heart and disappeared no longer.
With the unlimited supply of Yimu essence crystals, the practice of Yimu Chenglin Yufa was finally completed. When the body was refined to a certain level, the magical power manifested itself. It was this magical power that made Qin Yang feel a little depressed.
"What the hell is this life-saving magical power..."
Qin Yang stretched out his palm, and the palm turned into wood in an instant, and a small white flower bloomed on the fingertips, swaying in the wind.
After cultivating a tree and growing a forest, the vitality has skyrocketed. As expected, the resistance to and detoxification of poisons has also skyrocketed. This little white flower is for toxins that cannot be resolved. The toxins can be absorbed by the little white flower. As the little white flower grows,
The white flowers wither and are eliminated from the body.
"Pity……"
Qin Yang had a look of regret. His magical power appeared spontaneously. There was no magical power that was bound to appear. He could only delineate a rough range. The method of wood was the most vital. Originally, Qin Yang thought that he had been bled by orange cats every now and then, and was injured every now and then.
Maybe it will give rise to a powerful magical power such as rebirth of severed limbs.
Who would have thought that this magical power would appear now? You don't have to think twice to know that it must be related to the previous poisoning.
The poisoning at that time could not be resolved at all. In the end, the dragon's blood magic was used to activate the huge remaining power of the medicine to forcefully drive the toxin out of the body.
I think it was because of this that I was subconsciously guided this time, and the magical power derived from it turned into a toxin that invaded the body...
"My severed limbs were reborn and rebuilt with a drop of blood, just gone..." Qin Yang muttered twice and laughed to himself. He also knew that the current stage of cultivation does not have such a foundation to derive such a powerful
of supernatural powers.
Follow half of the city wall to the side and bypass this place.
After going around, Qin Yang looked at the half of the city wall fragments with some reluctance. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough. Otherwise, the half of the city wall fragments would have been taken away and thrown at the gate of their mountain to see who didn't like it.
When the time comes, those who are weak can forcefully open their eyes and die after just one glance. Those who are stronger can activate the murderous spirit inside and they will die or be disabled.
If you meet someone you can't defeat, you'll drop half of the city wall to kill the enemy.
After countless methods of use flashed through his mind, Qin Yang could only reluctantly leave. He could only make a note for the time being and wait until one day when he was strong enough to take away the half of the city wall fragments, and then take them away.
Continuing to move forward, there is a deserted area ahead. The dark land is devoid of any life, and the air is extremely dark. This strange and evil place should be a paradise for ghosts.
But after traveling for hundreds of miles, not a single ghost could be seen.
After walking for less than ten miles, I saw a slope suddenly appeared in front of me, and a large pit several miles in diameter suddenly appeared on the flat land.
The entire pit is made of black crystal-like material, with rows of ravines and arcs arranged neatly inside. It looks like a maze, but its structure is extremely simple.
If you look closely, you will see that the circles of ravines are like threads, swirling and converging into the center.
Qin Yang walked around the edge of the pit, shook his head, and prepared to avoid this place.
Just as he turned around and walked out a few steps, he heard voices coming from behind.
"Finally a living person?"
Qin Yang's muscles all over his body suddenly tensed up, and his true energy spread all over his body instantly as if it was exploding.
He turned around instantly, but no one was in sight.
Qin Yang was startled and doubtful, his eyes shining with light as he searched for the speaker.
At this time, there was another sound.
"I'm here."
Qin Yang walked to the edge of the pit and looked in the direction from which the sound came. In the center of the pit, at the end of the spiral, in the ravine, a handsome young man who looked fair and clean, wearing a black robe, stood.
There, wave to him.
"I haven't seen a living person here for many years. Are you new here?" The young man had a hint of curiosity on his face. When he smiled, he showed his neat white teeth, which made people feel good about him.
"Has anyone else been here before?" Qin Yang suppressed his surprise and asked casually with curiosity in his eyes.
"Yes, many people have come, but each time it's been a long time. They said they were going to find some treasure, but I didn't let them go forward. It was very dangerous ahead. Unfortunately, no one listened to me. No one.
When you come back, are you going to look for some treasure?"
"Yes, I also want to find a treasure." Qin Yang replied casually, his eyes wandering in the pit.
I can be very sure that when I looked just now, I didn’t see this young man at all. He seemed to appear out of nowhere.
It's just that those people he mentioned are most likely the ancestors of the Third Shopkeeper at that time. They all entered Yidao Gorge and never left again.
According to the travel notes left by the third shopkeeper, his ancestors' research on the poisonous insects in Yidao Gorge has long surpassed that of outsiders. It is possible that a small number of them entered here alive...
A young man suddenly appeared here. He had lived for who knows how many years. Now look at everything in the pit. The circles of threads converged to the end and turned into a circle. In all likelihood, it was a seal, banning this young man.
inside.
"What does the treasure you are looking for look like? I have picked up a lot here, maybe it is here." The young man looked innocent, and then pointed around: "I am sealed here, and I don't have any treasures.
use."
"Huh?" Qin Yang was stunned. This guy was quite frank...
"Is this it?" The young man took out a black iron box. After opening it, there was a fist-sized pearl inside, and a dragon shadow kept swimming inside. As the box was opened, bursts of dragon roars resounded, and suddenly there was a lot of energy in the air.
A trace of power to suppress the soul.
"No..." Qin Yang shook his head subconsciously...
"What about this?"
The young man took out another black stone box. After opening it, there was a colorful crystal flower inside. The halo was circulating, dazzling, and the fragrance was astounding. After it spread, just a slight sniff made Qin Yang feel refreshed.
The air is refreshing and the spiritual platform is as clean as a wash.
"No..." Qin Yang looked a little dull.
"Is that this? I don't know what's wrong with this box. It can't be opened or destroyed."
The young man took out a square vermilion wooden box with relief carvings all over the sides, like dragons and phoenixes. There were inverted buckles on the sides, and the lid and the wooden box were tightly fastened together.
Qin Yang looked at the wooden box, and an extremely familiar feeling came to his mind. He was instantly sure that this was it, and he couldn't help but say.
"This is it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yang stepped out and walked towards the big pit.
Just taking one step forward and reaching the edge, Qin Yang suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and his whole body was shaking, as if he was suppressing something forcibly. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he spoke slowly.
"Spring Festival supply box? When I opened the package with krypton gold, the sky was filled with blue and white clouds. How can I forget that?"
"You've been guiding me for so long, and now you've come up with something like this?"