Heavenly God Mnemonic

Hua Jieyu was stunned for a while before he said sluggishly: "This is too exaggerated, isn't it? Doesn't it mean that you can take all the talents and supernatural powers of the world?"

Yang Qingxuan pinched the tactic with one hand, and said: "Change!"

The body disappeared at once, turning into a golden light fish, falling to the ground, thumping its tail.

Moreover, the fish lacked a fin. Under the sunlight, the whole body was bright and golden, and the mouth was still spitting saliva, which seemed very uncomfortable.

The golden fish flopped a few times before it changed back to Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly said: "It turns out that the secret of my inexplicable transformation is here. In Yaokong's blood, there are memories of 72 transformations. These memories happen occasionally, plus I have the blood of monsters and golden fish, so I will Suddenly transformed and couldn't control it."

Hua Jieyu was shocked: "How did you feel when you became a fish?"

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while and said, "I'm still me, but I do feel like a fish."

He pinched the formula again and shouted: "Change!"

It immediately turned into a blue bull monster, more than seven feet tall, with a bull head.

The blue and black horns are like scimitars, the tips are unusually sharp, and the body is full of muscles, with circles of weird runes, containing extremely domineering brute force, and the blue light in his eyes is extremely fierce.

Hua Jieyu cried out aloud: "Blue Horned Bull!"

Yang Qingxuan pinched the tactics again, the body of the green horned bull changed, and his momentum instantly converged. It turned into a hairy face like Lei Gong's mouth, and his body was covered with golden brown monkey hair. It looked like a big monkey, stretching his head and shrinking his head, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Guru." Hua Jieyu's eyes were horrified, swallowed, and said in a daze, "Can you still talk like this?"

The big monkey blinked a few times and said, "Of course."

Jumped up and down for a while, and changed back to Yang Qingxuan, one arm clenched a fist against his chin, lost in thought.

After a while, he suddenly said, "I understand! I still had strange spiritual eyes and magical powers in my body before, and I would also unconsciously appear, able to look thousands of miles, but now I think about it, it should be due to the memory of magical powers remaining in the blood of Emperor Yaokong. "

He licked his lips, his eyes gleamed with excitement, and said: "If that spiritual eye and supernatural power can also be learned, it would be great."

Hua Jieyu was completely speechless. These seventy-two divine powers have completely exceeded his cognition and subverted his cognition. He can only remind him: "The demon Emperor Kong is a super existence that traverses the entire medieval era. The strength is so strong that I am afraid that he is no longer under the Holy Spirit. You can learn one of his magical powers, which is already towering, so you should not be too greedy."

Yang Qingxuan chuckled a few times, and it was luck against the sky to be able to survive from those four holy spirit maps, and he was still content with these seventy-two changes.

"I don't know what Qiyue is doing now. Who is the person who finally split the four holy spirit pictures?"

Yang Qingxuan was worried and sighed: "Oh, let's leave this desert first."

He stepped on it, rushed into the air and flew away.

When I fell into a space-time storm, the last scene I saw was that of the person who split the four-spirit picture, holding a magic axe, and his eyes were blue, as if withdrawing from Wu Qiyue's blue eyes.

Yang Qingxuan guessed that the person was mostly related to Wu Qiyue, and felt a little relieved, but after all, it was just his own guess and didn't know the real situation, so he couldn't let go of his heart. He was anxious to return to Tian Cong Academy.

After flying for a long time, the land is still empty, and the whole desert seems endless.

The wind was full of hot and scorching air, and it was very blunt, cut like a knife, and even the flesh of his later period of chalcedony had many small cuts on his skin.

Yang Qingxuan had to run his true essence to form a layer of protection, covering his body like a veil, so as to avoid the suffering of wind.

But the wind is not only hot and fierce, but also full of a faint, depressing aura, as if it came from the barren ancient times, like the years, it consumes the existence of heaven and earth, makes all things go through the ages and turn into decay.

This strength also caused Yang Qingxuan's true essence to be consumed sharply.

After flying for another half day, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, fell from the air and stopped on the desert to rest.

And Yang Qingxuan discovered a strange thing, he has been flying for most of the day, but the sun in the sky is still in the middle position, without any deviation.

"This... isn't this ghost place... no sunset?"

Yang Qingxuan stayed for a while, and asked, "Brother Jieyu, is there a sunset on the Xuanye Continent?"

Hua Jie said: "The operation of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Plane is very complicated. There are many mysterious and terrifying spaces with their own rules of operation. It is difficult to generalize. But the wisps of breath floating between the heavens and the earth make me Think of something."

He pondered, and said cautiously: "Huang Qi."

Yang Qingxuan was startled, and said, "The wild energy needed to cultivate the Void Art and the Wild Sky?"

Hua Jieyu nodded and said: "Exactly. The two translations of the Sutras in your body, that Xiao Nizi only translated about 70% of them correctly. And the practice rules of Quanben Sutras are in my mind. "

Yang Qingxuan opened his mouth wide, a little depressed and said, "So you did, why didn't you say it earlier, that Qiyue has worked so hard for so long." In his tone, he complained.

Hua Jieyu said heyly: "At that time, you were just a scum. Seeing the new generation of Qinglong Holy Spirit is so rubbish, I even have the desire to die. How can I talk to you about the emptiness of the sky? Without the assistance of waste gas, it is impossible to successfully cultivate. More importantly, the bodies of the waste people are different from our human race. They can directly absorb waste gas and practice, and once our human race breathes the waste gas into the body, it will be difficult to survive. Let alone practice."

Yang Qingxuan said in surprise: "So, it's no wonder that they have been passed down for thousands of years and they are completely different. In this way, even if these two scriptures are so powerful, they are just a taste of the human race."

As soon as he finished speaking, when he moved his body, he was stunned, standing in a daze on the desert, as if thinking of something.

Hua Jieyu also chuckled at the same time, with a sharp glow in his eyes, as if eager to try.

For a moment, the two thought of the same place.

Yang Qingxuan only felt his throat dry for a while, swallowed, and said, "Even if there are seventy-two changes, if you want to become the body of the desert, you must find the essence of the desert. This race is probably already dead. Up."

"Haha." Hua Jieyu smiled and said: "The Wild Race is one of the eight strongest races in the Middle Ages. Now it has only declined and retired. There must be descendants remaining in these 33 planes. And moreover. There is desolate gas between the world and the earth, so it is very small, but it is the most suitable for the survival of the desolate race."

Yang Qingxuan also thought of this possibility, and his heart became hot.

Hua Jie said: "The Void Desolate Sky Art is the strongest technique in the Desolate Clan. I am afraid that it is very likely to be lost among the descendants of the Desolate Clan.

Yang Qingxuan asked in shock: "Since it is the strongest technique of the Huang Clan, why is it in Tian Cong Academy?"