Yang Qingxuan looked at the elf clan on the stone bed, although he had gone through countless years and had no life characteristics, his peaceful face was as if he was asleep, which was unbearable.

"What now? Let her sit here cross-legged? Doesn't that seem appropriate?"

Yang Qingxuan was suddenly a little embarrassed. With the cracking of that formation, the frozen qi that had been gathered was also gone. The temperature around her began to rise, and if she was allowed to continue, the elven woman would inevitably disappear.

Hua explained: "If you are afraid that she will be destroyed, take it away." ”

"Take it away, just kidding, take a dry corpse away, it's impossible!" Yang Qingxuan's face was full of black lines, and he shook his head again and again.

"Then I can't help it. Hua Xie sighed: "You can't arrange an exact same formation." And with your skills, it is impossible to arrange such a clever formation. ”

The Crimson Ancient Scorpion said: "It is a very strange thing that the elves have disappeared in the long river of history. If you look for this elf, will there be anything good, maybe you will find something. ”

Yang Qingxuan also thought of this, but the woman in front of him had a dignified demeanor and a peaceful face, so that he couldn't give birth to the slightest blasphemy.

Just when he was at a loss, suddenly the dry corpse woman seemed to move.

Yang Qingxuan was startled, trembled, and took a few steps back, thinking that he had seen something wrong.

But the next moment, he opened his mouth wide in shock and was completely stunned.

The woman not only moved, but also moved very loudly, and the hands that were originally held in the dantian were actually raised and pinched in the air. Streams of golden rune light melted out under her fingerprints, instantly disillusioned.

Not only Yang Qingxuan, but also Hua Jieyu, Crimson Ancient Scorpion, and Ni Ba were all dumbfounded.

Suddenly, a series of strange notes came out of the woman's mouth, very strange and completely incomprehensible.

Then, the woman's right hand was in front of her, and a golden light flickered, turning into a golden book, and lay in her hand.

After doing this series of actions, the woman did not move at all.

There was a wisp of sadness on the originally kind face.

For some reason, Yang Qingxuan was touched by that sad feeling, and was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

After a while, he walked over slowly, his eyes falling on the golden page.

I couldn't help frowning, the golden book was actually incomplete, only half of it was left. The gap was cut by a sharp blade, and it should have been robbed.

Yang Qingxuan thought secretly: "This woman of the elf clan attaches so much importance to this half-page golden book, and does not hesitate to lay down formations and prohibitions, I am afraid that it is just to preserve it, and I don't know what it is." ”

He carefully took down the half page of the golden book, and swept his gaze over them one by one.

The text on it is quirky and difficult to understand, but every word is ancient and profound, and seems to contain infinite rules.

And Yang Qingxuan guessed many words, which are indeed very similar to the ancient secret texts, and they are somewhat similar to the current human scripts. It seems that the statement that the hundred ethnic characters of several great eras evolved from the elven clan is not groundless.

Yang Qingxuan probably browsed it, and although he didn't understand it, he probably understood something.

The content contained in this golden book is very rich, including astronomy and geography, astrological gossip, Qimen Dunjia, formation prohibitions, and even alchemy refining tools, which is a hodgepodge.

Suddenly, the golden page flashed with brilliance, and a few words appeared in the air: The Book of the Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth.

The five elven words disappeared in a flash.

"The Book of the Four Seasons of Heaven and Earth?"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, listening to the name, it really seemed like a hodgepodge.

At this moment, suddenly in the void, there seemed to be a singing.

The clear voice is like a natural sound. In this endless magma, mournful and lonely, melodious and drifting away.

At the same time, the figure of this woman also began to shatter, like a peerless painting, after the vicissitudes of life, only a little bit of passing.

"You ......"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, stretched out his hand, and wanted to grab the woman, but suddenly stopped, because he didn't know how to catch it at all. I wanted to call the other party, but I didn't know her name and couldn't shout.

I could only watch her disappear, disappear into smoke, float in this thirty zhang space, and then flow into the surrounding molten slurry, never to exist again.

Yang Qingxuan was inexplicably sad in his heart, and he couldn't say why, as if he knew the dissipated woman in front of him.

But until now, he didn't even know her name.

As the woman dissipated, the formation enchantment of about thirty zhang disappeared at the same time. The molten slurry poured in and washed on the stone bed, washing it directly into pieces, dissolving in the slurry piece by piece.

Yang Qingxuan was still standing there in a daze, his outstretched hand still stopped in the air, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

If it weren't for the half-page golden book in his hand, he still wouldn't have believed that what had just happened was true.

"Let's go. ”

Hua Xie urged. Although everything is over, it seems unreasonable to stay here.

After a while, Yang Qingxuan clenched his fists with five fingers and gradually withdrew his hand.

The unspeakable feelings in my heart only feel very depressed.

His face was gloomy, and his figure flickered, and he left the molten underground.

With the disappearance of the cold barrier, the temperature inside the molten slurry began to return to normal.

After coming out of the molten lava, he flew out of the cave again. The outside is covered with seawater, and all traces of the battle can still be seen, but it will not be long before it will be smoothed out by the sea.

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Half a month later, Yang Qingxuan returned to the Black Flame Corner, in the spiritual spring.

In the meantime, he also transferred to the Daluo Chamber of Commerce, and ran several trading halls to collect all kinds of information about the elf clan and elven characters.

Because it's so far back, the information we get is very limited.

He spared no expense and released relevant tasks in the major island chains, and then returned to Black Flame Point.

For more than half a month, Yang Qingxuan has been depressed, always thinking about the woman of the elf clan in his mind. And he kept repairing the woman's countenance, but he never got the point.

After returning to the spiritual spring, he let out a long sigh, stopped thinking about it, and began to cultivate with peace of mind.

He took out the vessel containing the dragon's blood from his body and refined the essence blood.

To this end, he first caught some huge sea fish to do experiments, and all of them got good results. Only then can I refine the dragon's blood with confidence.

Half a month later, a terrifying roar came from the bottom of the sea, shaking the entire sea.

The sea tribes within a radius of tens of thousands of zhang were all trembling and fleeing into the distance in terror.

But the aura was only bursting for a moment, and then it quickly subsided, and then quietly, as if it had never happened.

Somewhere at the bottom of the sea at the Black Flame Point, a huge black sarcophagus coffin was stuck obliquely in the dirt, and the thick black iron chains on it seemed to twitch with a "bang", and then it became silent again, as if everything was like a fantasy.

I can't bear it, I won't write it today, good night everyone.

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