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(} Text) Chapter 189 Strange Energy

There was a stinky smell in the air, and frowning, Feng Hao came in.

This is a large hall, an unknown hall, which is also filled with broken bricks and broken tiles. The surrounding walls have also collapsed several places, and there are dozens of large holes at the top, so that the outside sun also spills in.

With the help of these sunlights, Feng Hao can see that tall figures are carved on the broken walls. However, what attracts most is not those figures, but the trees and trees.

A sacred tree with a fine skin on the surface, straight up to the sky, seems to break the sky, and around its branches, there are also a cloud patterned to show the height of the sacred tree, and the vines are even more It is like a series of dragons. It is alive and entangled in the whole body of the Shenmu, which adds a little bit to the grandeur of the Shenmu.

Although these pictures have been broken, the strange movement still gives Feng Hao an unparalleled visual impact, making him feel like he is in an ancient jungle.

"Huh ... huh ..."

Closing his eyes, Feng Hao panted sharply, sweat beads slipping from his cheeks.

"These things ... what are they?"

Looking around, all these lines, his eyes trembled, and his mood appeared extremely unsettled.

"What happened in the wild days?"

According to the scale of this site, and the scene inside this palace, Feng Hao can judge that it should have been extremely glorious before, and the cracks on the ground and the damage of the walls all indicate that the place has suffered a devastating blow.

"Some things can't be learned from your current practice, and it's not good for you to know them."

The old voice came out, and it was very cautious.

"Uh..."

Feng Hao stunned and didn't ask any further, took a step and walked towards a relatively complete broken wall.

Each of the lines of the Shenmu is extremely clear, very three-dimensional, and vivid, as if it is directly in front of the eyes.

Depressing the throbbing in the heart, Feng Hao stretched out a hand and gently stroked it up.

There is no special feeling, this is a flat wall, just faint, but Feng Hao feels that there is a strange energy flowing inside, full of vitality and Qingyi, directly refreshing his mind, originally a little tired The body also returned to normal instantly.

"Ok?"

Feeling this strange energy, Feng Hao froze for a moment, and when his heart moved, his decision was immediately lifted, and a suction was generated from his palm. Suddenly, he felt that cool energy was seeping in. When he reached the palm of his hand, it flowed into his body along the veins.

"How could this be?"

Feng Hao looked inwardly, and Feng Hao stayed awake.

This is a cyan energy thread. Once it entered the body, it directly passed through the Wuyuan vortex, penetrated into the Wuwu vortex below the Wuyuan vortex, and a small ripple appeared, submerged into the darkness. The trace is gone, as if it did not exist at all.

For a long time, the Vortex of the Wuwu did not change at all, and it seemed extremely calm, and did not respond to this energy.

"Master?"

Wanting to break his head and don't know what's going on, Feng Hao had to ask to burn old.

"how?"

Before long, the old voice came out.

"Master, what happened to that energy just now?"

Feng Hao asked with some anticipation.

"Energy? What energy?"

The old man's voice was full of doubts.

"Uh..."

Feng Hao suddenly hesitated and explained, "Is that the specific energy absorbed on the wall just now?"

"wall?"

Fen Lao also stunned for a while, and then said, "What specific energy is on the wall? This is impossible."

"it is true!"

Feng Hao was anxious, explaining, "After we sensed it, we inhaled it. As a result, that specific energy directly entered the Wuwu vortex."

"Entering the Vortex of Void Martial Arts?"

It may also be that Fenghao is not lying, and the voice of burning old is also dignified. "Is there any change in virtual martial arts?"

After being reminded by the old man, Feng Hao looked inside again.

The Wuyuan vortex has no trace of change, but it is still slowly rotating, heteronuclear hanging, glittering with crystal purple blue. Below it, one endless black vortex is like a black hole, deep and bottomless. For a long time, Feng Hao had the illusion that his mind was attracted to it.

"No."

After a little observation, Feng Hao shook his head a little disappointed.

"Are you sure you sucked a special energy into the body?"

Fen Lao asked again cautiously.

"Ok."

Feng Hao nodded, "Although it is very small, it does exist, and it gives me a sense of vitality ... it seems ... it seems to be the feeling of seeing this painting ..."

"Not integrated into the Wuyuan Vortex?"

"No."

Feng Hao shook his head, "It seems ... Wu Yuan's vortex can't fit it."

When that energy passed through the Wuyuan vortex, Feng Hao faintly felt this. Wuyuan vortex is like lake water on the lake. If it is leaves or raindrops, it naturally merges into it or floats on it, but if it is dropped A stone naturally sinks, and that energy is the stone thrown into the lake.

"You try on other walls."

Burning the old was a bit hasty.

After listening to the old man's words, Feng Hao walked towards another broken wall, and his palm rested on the wall. For a long time, he did not feel the slightest fluctuation.

"No."

Feng Hao shook his head in confusion.

"try again."

At the reminder of the old man, Feng Hao tried several more broken walls in a row, still without the strange wave of strange energy.

"This is impossible, is it an illusion?"

There are several broken walls that are more perfect than the previous one, but there is no energy, which makes Feng Hao doubtful.

Gaze glanced around, set on the steps of the palace.

There is also the highest place in this palace, surrounded by crushed stones, and the subsequent walls were broken into a hole.

I don't know why, Feng Hao just walked over like a ghost, and the stench here was very strong. It seemed to be the deformed and strange place. On the broken ground, there were still traces of disgusting fluid.

Frowning, Feng Hao pinched his nose.

Standing in front of the high platform, he can still roughly judge that this is a large round platform. Based on the scattered stones around him, he is even more skeptical. Has there ever been a large sculpture here?

After a few observations, he found a rather clean ground, and he printed his palms.

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