As Qingge and the others got closer and closer to the thorns, the thorns all over the mountains seemed to have sprouted from paper, growing at a terrible speed, thick and long.
It's like a cage in the dark purgatory, no one can escape.
Qingge's eyes moved slightly and said, "Thorns are the seal set by Fengqi. Since you can find this path, there is a way to lift the seal."
Feng Qi left a way out for future generations. As for whether or not they can find this way, it depends entirely on their ability.
"Hey, aren't you afraid?" Ling Tong asked.
The girl in front of me is only seventeen years old. She should stay in the warm winter and cool summer to enjoy the good years, rather than fighting and killing and fighting in blood.
"Are you afraid it will be useful?"
Qingge looked at him with a cold look, "Instead of being afraid of things, it is better to use this time to think about the way out."
"What a stubborn girl."
Ling Tong's old-fashioned tone and a tender face make the picture really weird.
Bang!
With a bang, all the thorns that penetrated deep into the ground rose from the ground, and the soil flew in the air.
The thorns, like swords and halberds, are sharp and sharp, covering the sky, from all directions, tearing apart the sky with the momentum of destroying the dead and rottenness, breaking the wind, and stabbing Qingge and Lingtong.
The spirit boy has come many times, and he is familiar with avoiding the attacks of thorns.
Qingge is quick-witted, like a ghost, blending into darkness. Walking at the entrance of the gate of hell, she sees her as light as a swallow, rising and falling, cruising in the gaps of thorns, avoiding the cruel and bloodthirsty injury.
Both of them were in the same place, with their backs to backs, which was a perfect match.
Qingge stretched out his right hand, and the black light in the palm of his palm was filled with mist. The Mingwang sword broke out into the air, and the black blade shone with awe.
Ling Tong glanced at Ming Wang Dao and said quickly: "Don't act rashly. These thorns cannot be dealt with by using violence to fight violence. That will only attract their crazy revenge, and even more and more fiercely."
Qingge raised his eyebrows, raised his sword and cut off a thorn. As Ling Tong said, the only half of the thorn like thick ink left, after twitching for a while, it grew again, even thicker than before.
Especially at the top, the mouth of a red-crowned crane can easily penetrate the fragile body of human beings.
"I see."
Qingge said: "It is useless to cut down these thorns unless the roots of the thorns are found."
"It's easy to say, it's hard to find the roots of thorns and the center sealed by the Eye of Dawn."
The spirit boy smiled bitterly and said, "I have been searching for so many years, but I have never been able to do anything. These thorns are everywhere in the deepest part of the ground, and the deeper they go, the more fierce they become. How do you find them?"
However, the spirit boy was more or less surprised.
He struggled stubbornly on this road for four or five years before he thought of the root of thorns. Ye Qingge could react immediately with just one glance. He thought that his mind was so meticulous and smart, and he was a smart person.
While avoiding the thorns that were stabbing at her, Qingge observed the terrain and tried to find the flaws of the root of the thorns.
As long as the roots are eradicated, the thorns that have lasted for thousands of miles will only wither.
Qingge felt it was tricky.
She can indeed find the roots of thorns by relying on the terrain, but the terrain here is quite special, it is considered a void and independent space under the deep sea.
This space was created by Feng Qizun, and there is no natural law to follow the terrain. It depends on the mood and thoughts of Feng Qizun when he signed the seal.
Since the terrain is not good, Qingge can only start from other places.
The thorn attacks are getting faster and faster, leaving only afterimages and gusts of cold wind in the sky.
Qingge is the type that becomes more and more courageous as the battle is, and it is never inferior to anyone in terms of speed.
She shuttled through the gaps of thorns. The thorns were fast, and she was even faster, making people dazzled.
While Qingge was looking for the root of the thorn, he looked at Lingtong, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
But I saw the golden flames rising in the spiritual boy's pupils, just like the rising sun in the east, the first ray of light at dawn.
At that moment, the brilliance in the boy's eyes illuminated the world.
He stood on the thorny road and walked towards the end of the road. All the thorns gave up Qingge and rushed towards the spiritual boy at the same time.
The spirit boy stood still and did not dodge at all.
When the black thorns touched him, they were burned to ashes by the flames. No matter how many thorns came, the result was the same.
The skin of the spirit boy seemed to be made up of fireworks.
He is like the God of the Sun that judges all living beings.
Because the Eye of Dawn is in the body of the Spirit Child, and these thorns are seals specially created against the Eye of Dawn. Therefore, when the Eye of Dawn in the body of the Spirit Child becomes more and more intense, all of these thorns attack only one of the Spirit Child.
Qingge stood behind Lingtong, her red clothes were as red as fire. She took steps. Lingtong took a step, and she also took a step.
She wanted to see how far they could go.
"Do you want to use the Eye of Dawn to deal with the seal behind Feng Qizun?" Qingge immediately understood Ling Tong's thoughts.
The spirit boy lit his head, and a whip on the back of his head swayed a few times, which was very cute.
The spirit boy only wore a red bellyband, and his delicate and tender back was almost exposed.
Qingge saw that the totem of flames appeared on the white and lush back of the Lingtong, and ancient and obscure runes flowed.
In the realm of nothingness, the eternal life stone, the voice of Yingwuhou sounded: "The Eye of Dawn, the God of the Sun, the Nirvana of the Phoenix, the Incarnation of Fire, only the truly strong can release the power of the Eye of Dawn. For the weak, the Eye of Dawn is a worthless piece of scrap copper and iron."
The meaning of Yingwu Hou is very simple, and the eyes of dawn contain endless energy.
However, not everyone can release the energy inside. The key is to the holder's own strength and opportunity.
"Yanxiao, do you think this method is feasible?" Qingge sent a voice to the soul of Yanxiao.
"The energy of the Eye of Dawn cannot be stopped by mere seals. However, the spirit boy has not yet fully stimulated the Eye of Dawn. Now he can only suppress the Thorn Seal with the Eye of Dawn at most, but cannot be eradicated." said nightmare.
Qingge raised his eyes and looked at Lingtong.
Indeed, after two-thirds of the thorny road, the thorny that attacked the spirit boy was getting faster and faster and stronger.
It turned out that as long as the spirit child was touched, it would be burned to ashes. Until now, a thorn cut a hole in the spirit child's arm.
Blood spills out.
The other thorns seemed to be possessed and hit the spirit boy violently.
The spirit boy was unwilling to give up and seemed to be determined to end.
Qingge tapped the ground with her feet, jumped up, and fell back somersault, and fell in front of the spirit boy. She waved her jade hand and saw an ice shield appearing in front of her, blocking the damage of the thorn seal.
"Don't show off." Qingge turned around and looked at Lingtong, and there were many wounds on Lingtong's body.
The flesh and blood veins under the wound burned a flame, and the flames were like good medicine, healing the scars of the spiritual child. (To be continued)