Heavenly God Mnemonic

The scalper's eyes widened and said, "One hundred thousand, it's not enough for our capital, son, you are really stingy, and you want to go quickly, but don't want to spend money, how can there be such a good thing in this world?"

Yang Qingxuan gave him a glance, and said coldly: "You can make one hundred thousand in a team for six days. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"

The scalper sneered: "The six-day team? Do you know how expensive it is? An interplanetary teleportation quota needs to pay one million spiritual stones. This is still to teleport to some low- and medium-level planes. It takes five million to go to high planes. Lingshi, our brothers all borrowed the money, and the monthly interest will be divided into two. If one link is not paid back, if the profit rolls over, it will not be repaid at all. Moreover, if there is a quota that cannot be sold If that is the case, the spirit stone that was paid will be lost, and the brother who made this order is basically dead."

Yang Qingxuan opened his mouth wide, and he didn't expect these scalpers to take such a big risk. He thought it was a huge profit.

The scalper glanced at the martial artists around again, and whispered with resentment: "And these uncles, for every transaction in the low-level transmission, you will have to withdraw 200,000. You said you gave 100,000, which is enough for the cost. ?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "So miserable? Okay, okay, it's only half a million, brother, you are really not easy."

Immediately took out 500,000 middle-grade spirit stones and exchanged places.

The scalper was overjoyed and thanked him again and again, "It's not easy to eat in any way. You are such a good person, thank you, thank you."

Yang Qingxuan waved his hand, and the scalper left in a thousand graces.

The Kwaishui City teleportation area has a three-seat teleportation array, one leading to the middle and low planes, one leading to the higher planes, and the other leading to the central world.

For the entire 33-day plane, there was a chance to teleport once a day.

Soon, the interplanetary teleportation to the immortal continent started.

Yang Qingxuan walked among more than two hundred people and entered a huge formation. He immediately felt that he was surrounded by a boundary force, and the true essence of his body was difficult to move.

The same is true for the other two hundred people. Some people, like him, are transmitting for the first time. They seem to be nervous. Most of them seem to be used to it. Instead, they talk and laugh without paying attention.

These people are all from the big sect family. How can ordinary sect forces afford such an expensive transmission cost?

An indifferent voice sounded, "Attention, transmission begins."

After all, without warning, endless radiance surged in the formation instantly, swallowing everyone in. Yang Qingxuan only felt a trance in front of him, and everyone directly turned into a beam of light, flashing in the sky, and all disappeared.

After that, he entered the endless abyss, shuttled in the darkness at an unimaginable speed, and beyond the fixed passage, was the incomprehensible cosmic energy. Once it was affected, it was very likely to be instantly crushed.

This is the first time he has done plane teleportation. The power of teleportation is much stronger than that in the plane, and the shock in the heart is hard to add. What kind of powerful force is needed to penetrate the plane and achieve this Kind of terrible teleportation.

"Boom!"

Just as he was thinking about a hundred times, a huge roar suddenly came in front of him, as if a strong force cut off the passage. More than two hundred people lost their direction at once, and burst into place with a "boom" open.

"what happened?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart was terrified, and the instantaneous power of transmission disappeared, causing his blood to oscillate. If it weren't for his physical tyranny, he would be injured on the spot.

"What's the matter? Transmission is blocked!"

"Well, it's the cosmic storm between the planes. It's over. It's dead now."

All kinds of shocks, wailings, and screams one after another, mostly chaos and despair.

"No, it's not a cosmic storm, look at it, it's a dragon!" One screamed, and everyone calmed down and looked forward.

A thousand-meter-long dragon emerged from the void, covered in scales, majestic and majestic, blocking the passage forcibly.

The powerful teleportation force impacted on the dragon, rolling up a terrible whirlpool, and spreading it all around, but it couldn't help but the dragon's body was like a scratch.

"Hey!" Everyone gasped. They only felt cold all over and their hearts fell to the bottom. How could they suddenly meet a dragon?

Yang Qingxuan was also dumbfounded, only that the dragon was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The dragon raised its head and shook its head, spit out a dragon breath, then slowly dived into the void, and gradually disappeared.

"Ah, it's a dragon passing by..." After a while, someone recovered from the shock and yelled, his tone full of depression and anger.

"It's over, this is over. Why is it so unlucky that the transmission was interrupted by a passing dragon." A man tore his hair, his face full of pain and despair.

Everyone stayed in the void of the universe, not sticking to the front and back, the endless darkness was endless, and some stars were faintly visible, shining with faint light.

Yang Qingxuan's face was also a little pale. It would be fine if there was no air. As long as there were enough spirit stones, he could survive by vomiting, but falling into this cosmic space, he didn't know how to go back!

"How come a dragon appears suddenly? The gravitational force of the two planes of heaven and immortality is very stable, and the deceased shuttles between the two. There has never been a story in fifty years. The real dragon is even more unheard of. Suddenly..."

An old man's face was pale, and his eyes also showed a look of despair. Once he fell into the void, everyone knew the consequences. Unless you are lucky, you will die without life.

"what!--"

Suddenly a scream came, attracting all eyes.

Yang Qingxuan also looked at him abruptly, only to see a martial artist in the round sea stage, did nothing, just accidentally touched a little inexplicable energy in the void, the whole body was quickly dissolved, and there was no fur, even dust in the blink of an eye. There is no ash left, as if this person has never been before.

"Hey!" Everyone took a deep breath, and they were all very frightened. There were also some women crying in fear.

Suddenly, a long and long poem sounded, accompanied by the ancient wind in the void, and came, "Ask the flowers and flowers for whom they fall for, and for whom they bloom. Three minutes of spring, half with flowing water, half into dust ."

When Yang Qingxuan heard the words, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and his face instantly lost blood.

"Who is it?" Everyone was frightened, how could there be anyone in this emptiness, and how could there be someone chanting poems.

"Is it an illusion? Yes, it may have scared the auditory hallucinations." Many people comforted themselves, but soon discovered that it was wrong. It is impossible for everyone to hear the same hallucinations.

Just as everyone was panicking, they saw a golden halo penetrated the void in the depths of the pitch-black universe, and an awe-inspiring figure slowly formed within it, coming in a hurry.