Heavenly God Mnemonic

"I heard that one of the people who went in a few days ago got the Diamond 5th rank, and he was a collateral disciple of the Ming family. Now I can directly become a core disciple when I go back. Alas, I want to have such a good life. "

"He is a disciple of the Ming family. Although it is a collateral family, it is also a family of clan. Let's not think about it. If I can get a silver or bronze, I will be satisfied, thank God."

"Hey, I'm under a lot of pressure. The family has been declining badly in recent years. If you can't get gold or silver this time, don't say that the family can't afford it when you go back. Even the fiancee will send someone to give the divorce letter. "

"Brother, don't worry. If you don't get the test, just buy a fake one and go back. It will last a while."

Yang Qingxuan listened to the discussion of the people around him, and couldn't help feeling very emotional. Although the universe is big, it is the same everywhere, and strength is king.

With strength, the whole world will make way for you. Without strength, everything is mirrored and can only be ravaged by reality into scum.

I heard someone say again: "After three years of preparation, I must take a piece of gold and step on all those who stepped on me!"

No matter what the purpose is, the people who come here all have a certain dream, wanting to rise above others and shine. Anyway, someone wants to become a master, why can't that person be me?

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the sky, "Next batch, enter 10,000 people."

Yang Qingxuan raised his head and looked up, a ray of light shone from the sky, and then it shot down and landed on the platform, turning into a huge light gate.

The crowd immediately rushed towards the door.

"Don't squeeze, everyone, don't squeeze, come first, come first, I've been waiting for a few rounds, it's my turn!"

"Whoever comes first with you will come first, whoever has the ability will be the first."

"Hurry up, the door is about to close when it reaches 10,000 people."

Yang Qingxuan stood on the spot, watching the crowds around him. He originally wanted to wait for the last to leave. When he heard that the door was closed, he stepped on his feet, and the figure swayed in the crowd. After a few strokes, he came to the front and stepped directly in.

It happened that there was a person beside him who had just rushed over, it was the fat man Zhiren who went up the mountain together.

"Huh?" Zhiren turned his head in amazement, and looked up and down Yang Qingxuan, as if to get to know him again.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at him, as if not interested, stepped into the door.

Inside was a world of light, with nothing, and the whole body was shrouded in white light.

The previous voice came again, "Everyone walks forward. This is the first test. After walking out of the light curtain, if it is a desert, it proves to pass the bronze level. If you go directly to the bottom of the mountain, just buy a bronze badge and go back. , Qianqiu Fantasy Land has no time to take care of you bronze rubbish."

Everyone was nervous and walked forward cautiously.

Yang Qingxuan cast fiery eyes, looked around, and immediately broke down the rules of the light curtain in his eyes, and saw through a distribution of different forms of rules, beautiful and incomparable.

After about a quarter of an hour, the scene in front of him became clear and he entered a desert.

There were sounds of relief from the martial artists around, and each one showed knowing smiles.

Ten thousand people walked through the light curtain, and fewer than seven thousand entered the desert.

The voice came again and said: "Congratulations, everyone, I passed the bronze test. The following test is very simple. Did you see the sun in the sky? Later that sun will fall down and hit you, and the ones who haven't died will pass. This level."

"What? The sun will fall?!"

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked up, they only had a pain in their eyes, and then the huge pressure and temperature pressed on their bodies, flying sand and rocks all around, making it messy.

Yang Qingxuan sat in the void, pinching the Jue with both hands, and settled down, turning a deaf ear to things outside of him, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Boom," the huge sun, quickly landed, and finally fell into the yellow sand, engulfing everyone.

...

At the top of Lingshan, the wind returned to the cloud.

A faint brilliance shone from the sky, illuminating the mountains and towering old trees brightly.

A game of chess was placed under the tree, and two men sat opposite each other.

The world is extremely quiet, only the breeze blowing the fallen leaves and the sound of the chessboard.

One of the young men glanced at the bottom of the mountain and said, "Master, then Yang Qingxuan has already entered the battle."

The middle-aged man on the opposite side pondered, and continued to put down his son, and said calmly: "Why, do you care about him?"

The two are the master of the deep and the great disciple of Qianqiu Fantasy Land, Jun Qian.

Jun Qian stopped the game in his hand and said seriously: "According to the biography of the Purple Heart God King, he leapfrogged Xing Yao Zhou Wenshan."

The master of the deep said: "Being beheaded is beheaded. What's so strange, even if you are named Xingyao, can you not die? Even if it is a king, there are many who die."

Jun Qian smiled bitterly: "That's not what it meant. Since Yang Qingxuan can leapfrog and kill Xing Yao, then at least he has Xing Yao's strength. I'm afraid there will be the seventh king in the Southern Alliance."

Master Deep didn't seem to care, and said, "So what?"

Jun Qiandao: "Does your old man really care nothing?"

Master Deep frowned and said, "I care, of course I care. You actually said that I am an'old man', where am I getting old?" After a pause, he said: "It is not easy to become a king. Zi Xin asked him to come over for the evaluation because of an event that year. But in my opinion, it is impossible to achieve."

There was a trace of loneliness in the tone.

Jun Qiandao: "Master, don't be concerned, everything has its own number of days, let's take a look at the results of Yang Qingxuan."

...

In the desert, huge sunlight penetrates everyone's body, roasting flesh and blood and internal organs. There was a heat wave on the earth, and all the yellow sand was burnt and deformed and melted into liquid.

Countless Wu Xiu screamed, his body plunged into the mud and sand, and was quickly swallowed in.

The remaining Wu Xiu was fighting his destiny to resist, his whole body was soaked in sweat, and it was instantly evaporated.

Some people even bleed from seven holes and lose consciousness a little bit.

Yang Qingxuan sat in the void, the sun's brilliance directly penetrated his body, shining behind him, his body was intact, as if he was independent of the world.

Not far away, Na Zhiren also sat cross-legged, opened his eyes lightly, and said to Yang Qingxuan with a "Huh", "Good boy, you are actually an eternal body, who are you? Looks like a good talent. ."

Yang Qingxuan said, "Who are you, fat man?"

Zhiren smiled and said: "Me? It doesn't matter who I am now, but I will know in a few days. I am the seventh king among the young generations in the Southern Universe. Genius Zhiren."