Heavenly God Mnemonic

Amidst the vast expanse of whiteness, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a figure appeared immediately below, blurry, "Weird, but only a **** realm, how could you find me?"

There was doubt, contempt, and an unabashed sense of superiority in the voice.

Yang Qingxuan locked it with his spiritual consciousness, and sneered: "Is this hard to understand? It means you are too rubbish."

The voice said, "I gave this drop of blood to Feng Yangqiu. Feng Yangqiu is a celestial cultivation base. I don't want to be killed by you. It should be his son who died in your hands."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and then remembered the words of the Crimson Ancient Scorpion, and said in surprise: "Are you acting?!"

As soon as the voice condensed, it became icy, "I can't think of Feng Hui's rubbish, so he died, and even I gave it out. It seems you can't keep it."

As he spoke, the figure flashed before deceiving him and patted Yang Qingxuan's chest with a palm.

The palms are shaking to the sky, and countless terrifying auras swirled together, covering all the land with a radius of hundreds of meters.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan see the person's appearance. On his icy face, the facial features were distinct, somewhat similar to the desert puppet that he had photographed, and a strange evil spirit was exuding all over his body.

He stepped on it, turned into a fallen leaf, and retreated.

Yanxiu was bullying again, that palm fluttered in the air like a butterfly, and flew a few times, always keeping a foot distance from his chest.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and said coldly: "This is my spiritual platform, the sea of ​​consciousness, do you still want to kill me?"

"Haha." Yan Xiu made no secret of contempt, and sarcastically said, "Isn't it just a handy way to kill you in the Blood Wheel Sea Realm? Do you think I am as **** as Feng Hui?"

Yang Qingxuan twisted his body immediately, stopped for a while, no longer avoiding, and quietly said: "I originally wanted to chat with you a few more words to learn about some deserted people, it seems unnecessary."

He raised his hand and shouted: "Come on the sword!"

"Chichichichi!--"

Hundreds of swords appeared in the space instantly, and a great sword power condensed in front of him, like a huge sword wall. With a "bang", Yanxiu's palm hit the sword wall, a huge shock erupted, but it was blocked, and he couldn't go deeper.

"what?!"

Yanxiu's face changed drastically, staring at the swords around him in horror, and then staring at the sword wall that blocked his palm in front of him, his eyes were dark, and he said coldly, "What kind of magic is this?"

Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "There is no need to know the dying person."

When the tactical seal in his hand changed, the sword wall suddenly dispersed, turning into hundreds of swords and stabbing it.

"Hey!" Yan Xiu took a breath and hurriedly backed away.

His physique is very strange, leaving behind shadows in the air, not authenticating. But no matter how much the afterimages are, they are constantly being shattered by the sword qi.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "Is this what you said?"

As he said, he waved his hand again, and thousands, tens of thousands of swords appeared again in the white misty space. Looking around, there was no end in sight.

Every sword exudes the aura of a peerless swordsman, like a tombstone standing in the void of the sea of ​​knowledge.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes froze, and his five fingers were vacantly gripped. The thousands of divine swords immediately burst out like a tens of thousands of meteor showers, galloping through the sky, strangling towards Yanxiu.

"No! This is Tai Xuan..."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his words, his body was shattered and completely ceased to exist.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, with an inexplicable bad premonition in his heart, and thought to himself: "This is Tai Xuan... Did he recognize my martial soul? Shouldn't it."

Just when Yang Qingxuan was puzzled, somewhere in the Xutian Ancient Battlefield, the performer opened his eyes from entering concentration, full of shock and excitement, and exulted: "Tai Xuan Sword Chapter! It turned out to be Tai Xuan Sword Chapter! Haha , The things that both eldest brother and Kunna didn't get back then appeared on a **** garbage, haha, God helped me too!"

After he was excited for a while, he slowly calmed down and meditated, "That kid doesn't know where he is now. He only has the cultivation of the blood-transmitting realm. How can he be able to practice the Taixuanjian chapter? There must be weird in it. Now, The entire star field is dominated by the human race. I don't know how many strong people are out there. I should restore my strength first and find the sacrificial artifacts of my race before killing that kid to grab the Supreme Profound Sword."

After calming down, he calmed down, continued to close his eyes, and began to practice concentration.

...

In Yuming City, after refining the essence of the practice, Yang Qingxuan transformed into the physique of the Wild Clan and began to practice the Void Sky Art. Within a few days, he was dumbfounded. This technique requires a lot of Huang Qi assistance, and just Terrans need the same aura.

And where is there a lack of energy in this Yuming City?

It can only be supported by a few wild pill, but this wild pill, the crimson ancient scorpion is still waiting to eat.

After practicing for a few days, because of insufficient resources, it was really impossible to continue practicing.

"It seems that we have to go to the Xutian Ancient Battlefield."

Yang Qingxuan began to ponder, and secretly said: "Without the power of the heavenly position, you don't even have the qualification to walk for thirty-three days. The lower half of the Qingyang Wujing is in the Jiuzhongtiandu, and where are these nine-days? "

The size of the star field is incalculable, and even the powerhouses of the major planes don't know much.

He read through all the information sent by Guan Peng, and he only talked about the situation of the Immortal Continent one-sidedly. For the entire star field, he was still obsessed with it, unable to be comprehensive.

"This Daluo Chamber of Commerce crosses and crosses the sky star field, there should be more comprehensive information, but Guan Peng's level may not be touched, it seems that we have to find a way from Huaqing."

After leaving the Xuanye Continent, he felt like a well frog went to sea. He knew that the world was so big that it could not be estimated. There were so many powerful people in the world, more like the sands of the Ganges, and he still had a long way to go.

Yang Qingxuan pondered for a while, then left the secret room, left the courtyard, and headed into the city.

The repair of the teleportation array is still in full swing, but the Hundred Chambers of Commerce has completely stopped construction, and the task has been taken over by another city power, Lu Mingzong.

Seeing their own merits, the Gu Jian Sect and the Earth Spirit Sect were extremely unhappy in making wedding dresses for others, and their suppression of the Daluo Chamber of Commerce relaxed a lot, making the Daluo Chamber of Commerce relieved.

Although the large-scale disputes are gone, all kinds of small frictions and secret fights continue one after another. Even between the Gujian Sect and the Earth Spirit Sect, there are constant fights. Now the Lumen Sect has been added, and the undercurrent is surging. The situation is complex and ever-changing.

Yang Qingxuan walked into the main storefront of the Daluo Chamber of Commerce, which was very spacious, filled with various commodities, and the guests flowed endlessly, still very prosperous.

"My son, do you have anything to help Xiaodie?" A girl greeted Yang Qingxuan sweetly, her voice was so crisp that she would melt everyone.