Heavenly God Mnemonic

Hua Jie said: "In the Middle Ages, a hundred races contended for hegemony, and finally all disappeared in the years. The human race opened the modern and ancient era. The magical powers of the hundred races, and some other good things, fell into the hands of the human race. It’s not surprising. Moreover, although this emptiness and desolation technique is extremely precious in the desolate clan, it’s just a chicken rib in the hands of the human clan, as you say. Tian Cong Academy was established by the Kangsu masters of the previous several generations, and there will be a collection. Not surprising."

Yang Qingxuan said, "That's true. I hope I can find the blood of the desert clan, but I just want to go out first and return to the college first. In this endless desert, even if there is no direction, I don't know how to go out."

He has always worried about Wu Qiyue's safety, trapped in this endless barren, a little anxious.

Otherwise, even if the waste gas floating between the world and the earth cannot be sucked into the body, it is an excellent environment for cultivation and can accelerate the growth of strength.

He even thought about it. After he went out, he confirmed that Wu Qiyue was intact, and then returned to this place to practice.

After resting for a while, he flew in the same direction as before.

Because the four sides are the same, there is no way to discern the way, so I can only use this stupid way, as long as the desert has an end and walks in one direction, sooner or later, I can fly out.

Half a day later, Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, emitting a light of ecstasy.

In the desert ahead, there was a lone figure running in his direction, just running and staggering, falling down from time to time, as if he was out of anger and would fall down and die at any time.

Yang Qingxuan flew down, and saw that he was a young man, very young, only about twenty years old. At the same time, he was surprised, and strangeness grew in his heart.

The young man was also in ecstasy when he saw him, and shouted: "Help...help me..." He fell to the ground, turned a few somersaults, and stopped moving.

Yang Qingxuan watched the surroundings vigilantly, especially the direction the young man rushed towards. There was nothing unusual. Then he checked the young man's body. It was just that his physical strength was exhausted and his spirit was extremely weak.

He took out a few pills and stuffed them into the young man's mouth.

Then Yun Gong helped him ease the meridians.

The young man woke up leisurely, shaking his whole body, looked around in terror, desperately grabbing Yang Qingxuan, and shouting: "Scorpion...Crimson Scorpion...Help...Save me..."

Yang Qingxuan was secretly surprised that the young man in front of him had the strength of the Yuan Wu mid-term. This is considered a top genius if it is placed in the Five North Kingdoms of the Xuanye Continent.

He slapped the young man on the forehead, and slapped him with a yell, with a gold star on his head. Then he calmed down a bit and said angrily: "What are you doing?!"

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "You are the one who called the ghost, what scorpion, you see for yourself, it is safe here."

The young man looked around for a few moments, and then he was relieved and sat down on the sand with a worried expression on his face.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Xiongtai, where is this place, why are you here?"

Hearing this, the man gave him a weird look, and looked Yang Qingxuan up and down several times before saying: "You don't know where this is?"

Yang Qingxuan shook his head.

The man sneered and said: "You don't know where this is, then how did you come from?"

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I was involved in a space storm."

"Space storm?"

The man was taken aback, and then laughed wildly, "Haha, Temporal Storm, you are a liar, those who are involved in the Temporal Storm are dead and dead, can you still be here?"

Yang Qingxuan stood quietly, waiting for him to laugh enough, then asked: "Where is this, how can I get out?"

The man stopped laughing, stared at Yang Qingxuan for a while, and said, "You really don't know where this is?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't have to lie to you, and I don't want you. If I have malicious intentions, I won't save you."

The man sat on the ground, pondered for a while, feeling that his words made sense, and then said: "Well, I will believe you for the time being. This is the ancient battlefield of Xutian."

"What? Xutian Ancient Battlefield!"

Both Yang Qingxuan and Hua Jieyu were taken aback.

In particular, Hua Jieyu smiled bitterly: "There are Xutian cracks near Tiancong Academy, leading directly to the ancient battlefield of Xutian. And there is a wild atmosphere in this place, I should have thought of it before."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and Transmitter asked, "Can I go back to the academy directly from the crack in the academy?"

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said, "It is theoretically feasible, but in reality it is almost impossible. In the huge ancient battlefield, where do you find that tiny crack?"

Yang Qingxuan asked again: "Then how to get out from here?"

Hua Jieyu shook his head and said: "Difficult, this ancient battlefield, I just know its existence, and I used the crack in the sky above Tian Cong Academy to build the Xutian Ancient Path for students to practice. As for the battlefield itself, I also learned from In the future, I only know that it is a wonderful space independent of thirty-three days away."

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists, asked the person in front of him, and said, "Xiongtai, how can I get out of this ancient Xutian battlefield?"

The young man smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, with weird eyes in his eyes, and said: "It is impossible to go out. This is the experience of death."

"Death experience? Please explain more clearly."

Yang Qingxuan's face is not very good-looking, it seems that he has foreseeed a huge trouble from this word, and may not be able to leave in the short term.

The young man didn't answer, but instead asked, "You said you were involved in a space storm. I don't know which plane came from?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Xuanye Continent."

The young man was taken aback, his face became even more weird.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "Why, is there a problem?"

The young man said: "Xuanye Continent is a relatively low-level plane, generally not strong, if you can have a heavenly position, you will be in the sky. Like you are only sixteen or seventeen years old, even I can't see through your cultivation. , At least it was also in the mid-Yuanwu period, which is very doubtful."

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether my identity is true or doubtful. Because I won't have much intersection with you, I just want to leave here now."

The young man sighed: "It's impossible, here is the experience of death, unless the cultivation base reaches the level, you will definitely not get out."

"Situation?!"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and he asked in surprise, "Why?"

He is just now in the late stage of Yuanwu and wants to hit the ground, even if he has amazing talents, it is conservatively estimated to be at least three to five years.

And this is to ensure that the situation can be rushed through.

How many people have been stuck at Yuanwu's peak for a lifetime, and they will not be able to step into that state.

If you can't get through the ground, wouldn't it be impossible to get out forever?

The young man looked at him in shock, but believed a little bit more about his identity, with a solemn expression on his face: "Experience of death-killing oneself and becoming a benevolence!"