Heavenly God Mnemonic

"It turned out to be the Heavenly God Art!"

There was a cold light in this person’s pure white eyes, and he said to himself: "It turns out that it was left by Demon Emperor Kong, so I don’t know which article it is. Xuantianji, Xuantianji, if you count everything, you can't even dream of it. I have been lurking. Here it is. Coordinates seventy-three, six hundred and eighty-two, nine, one thousand seven, forty-six, I will kill that person now, and take away the gods of heaven. Haha, you two turned upside down, and finally It's cheaper for me, haha."

The white-eyed man laughed wildly and disappeared into the sky.

A few days later, on the endless dead water, a huge cage made of white bones floated, like an island, standing on this endless dead water, alone and gloomy.

Suddenly, a roar cut through the sky, breaking the dead space, ripples rippling on the endless dead water.

A lot of screaming sounds immediately sounded in the cage, and countless ghosts cried and howled like hell.

A fierce ray of light broke through the sky from the bone prison, and then a figure rushed out and quickly fled to the sky.

That figure was the person with white eyes, who escaped very hurriedly, with a pair of white eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, and a fierce face.

What's more terrifying is that his lower body is gone, a dark flame is still burning on his waist, only the upper body is left, and he flees frantically.

A stern and angry voice sounded above the water and sky, and roared: "Xuan Tianji! He used fake coordinates to lie to me and hurt me! Don't take revenge for this, and swear not to be a man!!"

...

Inside the star field, in a secret room at nowhere.

Suddenly Xuan Tianji opened his eyes and smiled and said to himself: "Bone City above the Forgotten River, you dare to enter Madame Bone's boudoir, it's great."

After that, he knotted his hands and formed the ancient seal of stars, and the power of the ancients came out of it, a little erratic.

He muttered to himself: "Although Yang Qingxuan's aura of life is weak, it has stabilized and should be intact. It's strange, where did he fall, and why did he feel so erratic?"

Xuantianji pondered for a while, then ignored it, and continued to close his eyes and settle down.

...

I don't know how long it took, Yang Qingxuan gradually woke up from the coma, and after regaining some consciousness, he found himself lying on the ground.

The bones in his body were basically broken, and he could only lie there motionless.

After gaining a bit of strength, I opened my eyes, and the eyes pierced by the first rays of light hurt, and it took a while to adapt.

"This is where?"

He felt like he was lying in the low grass, but all around him was sand, and it was very hot, and it would become numb after a long time.

"Brother Jieyu, are you there?"

Yang Qingxuan called out softly, and after shouting several times, he heard Hua Jieyu's voice and said: "I am here, no need to shout."

Yang Qingxuan was relieved and said, "Thanks a lot for what happened before."

When he fell into a space-time storm, Hua Jieyu turned out and tried his best to protect him, only to save his life.

Hua Jie said: "You are the Azure Dragon Holy Spirit, and you are my host. It is my destiny to protect you desperately."

Yang Qingxuan was moved and said, "We are not masters and servants, but friends."

Hua Jieyu remained silent and said nothing.

After a while, Yang Qingxuan said again: "How are you now?"

Hua Jie said: "It's not very good. I am afraid that it will not be able to use power for a long time. You recover quickly. I can rely on the nourishment of the strength of the blue dragon, so that I can recover faster."

"Yeah." Yang Qingxuan replied, exhausted the strength of the milk, moved his left hand to the waist and felt it.

Hua Jieyu said: "No need to look for it, the jasper gourd was destroyed when it entered the space-time storm. And if you have too much injury, that thing is useless. Let's take the time slowly."

Yang Qingxuan gave a wry smile, and could only lie down on his back, waiting for his physical body to slowly recover.

But when he was awake, he was even more sad. For example, he obviously felt mice biting himself under his feet, and there were various insects and ants in the grass from time to time, crawling around on his body and face.

Finally, after a few more days, he could sense the existence of the original force in his body, and immediately guided his Qi carefully, lying down and practicing according to the Qingyang Wujing's exercise route.

After half a month, you can sit up.

Looking around, it was a desert, no one left. Where he lay, there was a small piece of low grass. Looking at it, it was barren. It is already commendable that a few grasses can grow here.

"Brother Jieyu, do you know where this is?"

"I don't know, it looks like the environment is extremely bad, it shouldn't be a good place."

"Well, I will take care of the injury first, recover my fitness, and then find a way to see how to leave."

He has lost his right arm, only his left hand is left. Jieyin runs the martial arts scriptures, the effect is far less than before, but his physical strength has also been restored.

After another half a month, the dilapidated body finally recovered completely.

And both breakthroughs in the martial realm, entering the late stage of Yuan Wu and Yi Sui.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the broken arm, only to feel that a force of strength was blocking his shoulders, and he frowned, "How do I feel that this broken arm has to regenerate itself."

Hua Jieyu said: "The Qingyang Wujing is the supreme body-refining technique. If you cultivate to a certain level, you can naturally be reborn with your arm broken. Or when you leave this ghost place, find a larger chamber of commerce and buy one. A regeneration pill can repair the body's defects."

Yang Qingxuan nodded, pinched the tactics with one hand, forward with the index finger, a piece of golden light emerged under the fingertips, and turned into a piece of gold leaf, which is the ninth chapter of the Heavenly God tactics in the sea.

The words on the gold foil flashed, piercing and painful.

Yang Qingxuan calmed down, her eyes gleaming unconsciously, he read those words clearly, read them all, and then fell into thought.

This stay is half a day.

Then he sighed for a long time and said, "Brother Jieyu, what kind of celestial tactic, have you heard of this?"

Hua Jie said: "There are thousands of great avenues and countless magical powers. How could I have heard of everything? But Xuantianji and Yu Wuji value this technique so much, and it must be extraordinary. It's just the words on the gold foil... why are so strange... You can forget it when you look at it."

Yang Qingxuan said: "How can you forget when you look at it?"

Hua Jieyu groaned for a long while, and said: "I don't know why, I read it several times with you, but every time I read it, I immediately forget it in my head and can't remember anything."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and said, "Is it because I have Yaokong's emperor blood, so I can completely remember this technique in my mind?"

Hua Jieyu said: "It should be like this. After all, this is what Yao Dikong left behind. What did the gods say this day?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "This is only the ninth chapter of the Heavenly God Technique. It talks about a kind of magical power called'Seventy-two Transformations'. By refining the essence and blood of a hundred races, you can transform yourself into a different race and get corresponding Talent advantage."