Chapter 58 Purple Gold Box

Looking at the conical rock cut down by Yan Song on the ground, Yan Feng closed his eyes again, and at the same time, he poked out his spiritual strength. At this moment, Yan Song beside him also explored his spiritual strength. This time, he really felt that there was indeed a special object in the rock, and there was indeed a force like the spiritual boundary he had touched before protecting that thing.

"Big uncle, what's in here?" Yan Song stared at the rock on the ground without blinking and asked Yan Feng.

Yan Feng's left arm moved, and the long sword in his sleeve appeared: "I still can't see what's inside in the shape of a box." As he spoke, his wrist suddenly shook, and the long sword in his hand spit out a letter like a white snake. The cold light flashed all the way. His eyes flashed in front of him. After a few pings, the rock was "carved" by Yan Feng to the shape of the box in his mouth.

Yan Song admires that he can guide the swordsman and also break his mysterious fingers, but these seem to belong to the kind of "epee has no sharp and no cleverness". Although his strength, it should be said that like Yan Feng, his wrist shakes lightly, and the long sword has carved a piece of rock finely, which is beyond his reach. Whether in terms of spiritual power, mysterious attainment, or the application of metaphysical skills, the uncle at the Xuanshi level is much better than himself at the Xuanshi level.

The two squatted down and saw that the box was purple-gold, hard and luminous. It was actually made of the same material as Xuanbing. Yan Feng picked up the purple gold box, closed his eyes, and his spirit gushed out again through his left hand. Before opening it, he wanted to find out, but a moment later, his arm unconsciously shook, and at the same time, his eyes suddenly When he opened it, he suddenly threw the purple gold box out, and an inexplicable surprise appeared on his face.

Wait for Yan Song to ask, he said first, "There is a very powerful strange energy here. I can't get close to it. Just now, my spiritual power was about to break the boundary, but it was almost swallowed up by that energy!"

"What?" Looking at the uncle's pale face, Yan Song realized the danger of the purple gold box. "There is a spiritual boundary package outside. Will it have anything to do with Grandpa? Should only Grandpa and the people who chase him have come to this cave at the beginning?

"What does it mean that your grandfather never used such a powerful strange energy when he was in a desperate situation?" Yan Feng turned his head again to look at the purple gold box thrown into the corner of the wall and muttered, "Is it true that this energy can't even be controlled by him? It doesn't seem like that..."

Yan Song's mind kept recalling the fragments of the past, and then his eyes suddenly shrank and said, "Uncle, why did the Wuya Sword School and the Di family kill Grandpa in those years? Is it simply because of Sima Ruyu's ambition? Or is it the incompatibility with the imperial capital regime conveyed by Grandpa in the stream of consciousness? Do you think it's because of this purple gold box? This purple gold box connects the Di family, the Wuya Sword School, and even the imperial capital regime!"

When Yan Feng heard the words, he didn't say anything, but his expression became more serious. He began to look at his thumb. Yan Song asked Yan Song thoughtfully, "You said that the old man left a line of words on a wooden board at that time, saying, 'Hongxin is not yet, what is your face? Don't sting your knees and caress my grievances. My father's reputation has never bent his waist. Does this injustice really refer to the death of the old man?

In desperation, he looked up and screamed like a beast, which made the people around him change their faces in an instant. Then, his palms pushed together, and a huge force spread directly, I don't know how many times bigger than the one just now! When the force passed, the people around him couldn't help retreating. At this time, he took out another box on his body - it was the purple gold box, and then secretly transported the mysterious spirit. When the enemy retreated and had no time to attack, he suddenly threw it into the rock layer on the top of the cave, and then took one hand into a claw and sucked a boulder on the ground at once, and again The transportation capacity is also put into the purple gold box...

Seeing that the general trend has gone and more and more people are attacking the cave, Yan Hong can't get out after all. The enemy slashed and killed with his fists and feet. He was hit by several swords again. At the same time, he was hit by the other party's strong martial soul combination, and his body suddenly flew out and hit the stone wall.

Just as he was in despair, a bloody hand suddenly pressed a squirming animal on the ground. He looked at the little white snake, and the next moment, his face burst into a crazy smile. Seeing this, the enemy was shocked and stood still and dared not move forward.

Yan Hong's left arm led and sucked a wooden stick that rolled in from the outside into his hand. His palms were wrong, and the mysterious air overflowed. In a blink of an eye, he rubbed it into a wooden board. He bit his finger and wrote blood on it. Yan Feng and the two could see that what was written on the board was the sixteen words "The grand heart is still not over, how can I have a face, don't sting my knees, and cares my wronged soul".

When the surrounding enemies saw this, they were suddenly surprised. After looking at each other, they knew that Yan Hong's crazy behavior was just a light before his death, so they shouted and rushed up again.

At this time, Yan Hong stretched out his two fingers unhurriedly. He watched the sword go up and the martial soul besieged. The corners of his eyes shrank and his fingers suddenly pierced his chest. The next moment, he endured the severe pain and stuffed the little white snake into his chest. At the same time, his hands were imprinted and clicked on his temple, as if he were storing the last wisp of intention. Knowledge of flow.

The shouts in the cave called more enemies. They poured into the cave like a tide. Only the big man who got the moonlight box went up against the tide, kept retreating, and finally disappeared into the crowd.

They besieged up, the martial soul roared, and the sword was awe-

At the same time, the golden light flashed in Yan Hong's chest, and the little white snake stuffed into his body slowly crawled out of the blood hole in his chest. The next moment, the little snake suddenly spit out a bloody letter, and its mouth suddenly opened into a flat corner. Its whole body, almost in an instant, soared a hundred times and a thousand times. More than half of the whole stone room was filled by it. Many people were crushed to death by it or squeezed to the wall before they could react. The silver python turned into a little snake opened its huge mouth, swallowed five or six people in their mouths, and then rushed to others...

Yan Feng and Yan Song watched it with tears, but without waiting for them to dry their tears, the static light screen on the top of their heads suddenly accelerated and rotated again, slowly forming a vortex-shaped light curtain. As soon as the light curtain turned, the light shining on other places in Yan Song's hand also rotated, and then the streamer in the whole cave rotated.

Yan Feng and Yan Song were shocked. Both of them were dressed in white and were in the flowing purple gold light, as if they were wrapped in a strong force. Although they did not get any benefits, they became extremely solemn in their consciousness. The two of them looked at each other and were speechless in surprise. After a while, the swirling purple gold divine light began to converze, getting less and thicker. Finally, it rushed to the mud pill palace between Yan Song's eyebrows.

"Song'er! Are you all right? Songer? Songer!" When the last wisp of purple gold divine light flowed into Yan Song's Yintang, Yan Song, who had been like a spring breeze, suddenly closed his eyes and suddenly fell down. No matter how Yan Feng shouted, he was motionless.

Yan Feng was shocked. Ma * Yansong leaned on the wall, let him sit down, and then cut his pulse with both hands: "The pulse is extremely strong and weak. How can this happen?" Seeing that Yan Song was so abnormal, Yan Feng didn't say anything. He came behind him and sat down, then raised Xuanqi, took the seal with both hands, and nodded to Yan Song's back.

The twofold Xuanqi in Yan Feng's body constantly alternately nourished Yan Song's bones and meridians. After a period of time, he would take care of Yan Song's veins. As a result, he found that the situation improved slightly. Therefore, he continued to deliver Xuanqi to Yan Song. I don't know how long it took, Yan Song finally woke up. He opened his eyes, turned around, and hurriedly said, "Big uncle, there is a big secret in the purple gold light." However, Yan Feng was sweaty, his face was pale, and he couldn't support it. He leaned against the stone wall behind him.