Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his fiery golden eyes moved to the extreme. Within his pupils, everything was broken up, all of them were characters, but they were arranged in an orderly manner.

Yang Qingxuan stared for a while, grabbed with his right hand, and the Battle Halberd Tianxu emerged. He swung his halberd with both hands, and a thousand-foot-long light blade slipped out and flattened the void.

Countless characters have been cut apart, and the space has been distorted severely, continuously decomposing and reorganizing.

In the eyes of outsiders, this halberd is like a new moon, after passing through the void, it is like the previous punch, and the mud cow enters the sea and never returns.

But in Yang Qingxuan's golden pupil, there was a flash of light.

Logan also had silver eyes, looking at the changes in the void, as if seeing something, his face was shocked.

At this moment, the spatial energy on the square seemed to become chaotic, and large arcs of light emerged from the void in an orderly manner, forming a vast and complex matrix space.

Thousands of strings kept popping up, connecting each other up and down, forming a giant starry sky map, shrouded in the entire square.

It was different from what Yang Qingxuan saw. In the eyes of more than two hundred foreign races, it was only the curved surface of the space rotating, and thousands of stars moved through it along the axis of the space.

Even Yang Qingxuan's body turned with the light, becoming extremely incomplete.

The aliens turned pale and were extremely alert.

They had never seen such a complicated formation before, for fear of variables, they would fall into it accidentally.

Yang Qingxuan's fiery eyes kept analyzing the hundreds of millions of runes in front of him.

Suddenly he smiled and shouted: "Found it!"

With both hands holding the halberd, it was cut with a faint light like a moon, shuttled away and slipped into the void.

The billions of characters seemed to freeze for a while, then snapped apart, rearranged and assembled in the air, and more violent forces continued to spread from the characters, forming a complete arc.

The entire square space is directly transformed into a ball.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Let's take action together, break the formation with strength!" With a pick on the halberd, a piece of phantom light gathered on the blade of the halberd and slammed down.

More than two hundred foreign races were already ready, and they shot together, following the brilliance of Yang Qingxuan's halberd blade, bombarding them.

"Boom!"

The splendid energy exploded, and countless golden characters exploded, turning into the purest energy, blowing out between heaven and earth.

A piece of brilliance swayed down, full of clarity.

The weird sense of oppression in the square disappeared instantly, making people happy.

Yang Qingxuan flew down from the sky.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him, and the jealousy in his heart deepened. The longer you stay with this person, the more you can discover his horror.

Logan's palm oozes sweat slightly, and he is fortunate that he has not attacked Yang Qingxuan before.

Jiber and Ryle had dignified eyes. As the realm kings, both of them were wary of Yang Qingxuan's existence in the immortal early days.

"Whizzing!"

Suddenly, several figures flickered, and they rushed to the palace, disappearing instantly.

"No! They are ahead!"

An alien screamed and flew over at any time.

Logan's face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Go!"

More than a dozen martial artists of the Amo tribe, all turned into light, rushed to the huge palace.

More than two hundred people were all agitated, and rushed over after rushing to grab.

On the contrary, Yang Qingxuan was the most calm. After breaking through the formation, he ran his true essence and recovered his physical strength a bit. Only then did he step forward and walk towards the palace.

It wasn't that Yang Qingxuan was so calm and calm, but that he had just been hit by the true light of the magnetic pole and almost fell, so he didn't dare to be careless.

Second, these alien races are struggling with life and death all day for a little survival resource. Except for Logan and others, I haven't seen any decent treasure in the rest of my life. At the moment when the Tomb of the Immortal Kun was born, it was naturally like a chicken blood, excited and unable to hold on.

Yang Qingxuan was different, he was a heavy treasure, and he was confident that even if there was something left by Xian Kun, it would never be stronger than the many treasures on him.

Yang Qingxuan walked into the giant hall without a hassle. It was empty and huge. There was a huge statue of a man erected. He had long hair and beautiful appearance, and his ears were fins. The narrow eyes closed slightly, his hands pinched his sides, and huge wings spread out behind him, giving a sense of holiness and majesty.

The body of the statue was glowing with bits of silver luster, like the huge pillars on the square, as if it had been injected with an extremely precious material called Starry Mithril.

All the martial arts who entered the temple first were gone. On both sides of the main hall, there are doors leading to the rear.

Yang Qingxuan stared at the immortal Kun colossus for a while, then randomly selected the door on the left and walked in.

Behind the door is a tortuous corridor leading to the complex of buildings in all directions, which seems to be the royal residence of Xian Kun.

There are not many buildings, but it is very majestic and exquisite.

Among them are several larger side halls.

There were figures flashing everywhere, and it was more than two hundred foreign races looking for treasures.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure flickered, he appeared in front of an ordinary house and walked in at will.

A white jade bed and table are simply placed inside.

Simple mountain murals hung on the wall, and in front of the bed, there was a three-legged tripod incense burner, which was full of dust.

This is an ordinary bedroom.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the three-legged cauldron, slightly surprised in his eyes. It was just an incense-burning stove, which was actually a high-grade element.

The incense ash in the furnace is purple-red, and there is a slight aura overflowing, which shows how precious the spice was back then.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at it twice, then retreated.

Some of the small objects inside are basically Yuan Qi, which shows the prosperity of the Xian Kun clan back then. But these things didn't have any appeal to Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan looked around with fiery eyes, and on both sides of the building complex stood several side halls, which were more magnificent.

His figure flickered, a few flashes fell, and he came to a side hall.

Several alien races just flew away from the side hall, and when they saw Yang Qingxuan and Midnight, they stopped immediately, watching from a distance, and didn't leave.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the side hall in amazement, and he was also restricted from outside.

No wonder these aliens turned around and left, presumably they tried various methods, but they couldn't break them. Now that Yang Qingxuan is here, he wants to stay, waiting to pick up the bargain.

Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand and wiped the barrier. A layer of silver light burst out under his palm, turning into large runes and spreading around.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and his fiery eyes kept analyzing the formation enchantment. He suddenly gave a surprised "Huh", then looked towards Midnight and said, "Grab me."

In the middle of the night, there was an imperceptible blush on his face, and he stretched out his hand dumbly and mechanically grasped Yang Qingxuan's arm.

Yang Qingxuan slapped the pinch on the barrier, and the two of them walked directly in as soon as they flickered.

"what?"

The foreign races who were watching all around were wide-eyed. They also expected Yang Qingxuan to break through the formation and go in to make a profit. Who knew Yang Qingxuan went in directly.

//No more today. The mood is very low these days, and the rhythm of writing can't be brought up. I went to bed early today and hope to recover tomorrow. Tomorrow's update time will also be moved later, sorry.