Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan asked: "The projection venue? How to participate?"

Zi Xin stretched out his hand and slapped it, and a huge force struck wildly. Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, too late to resist, and could not resist.

With a "bang" of his body, his back seemed to crush the layers of barriers, and he was shocked into a strange space.

At the foot is a complex and huge array of light, with unpredictable patterns and ups and downs.

Suddenly a brilliant burst of light came, accompanied by Purple Heart's voice, "This is a token to enter the venue. Hold it in your hand and you can naturally go in."

Yang Qingxuan reached out and grabbed the streamer. It was a beautiful jade with various patterns carved on it.

Suddenly, he was in a trance, the whole person's spiritual sense seemed to be integrated into the beautiful jade, and suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and the next moment, he found himself in a wonderful building and sitting in a fixed seat.

Zi Xin’s voice came and said, “You should be in the meeting place now. Just watch it quietly, don’t speak, and be careful when you speak. You now represent my God’s Palace, don’t embarrass me. I can’t know what's going on inside you from the outside. Qing Sheng just talked to me and he will speak because Luo Tianmen is his vassal sect."

Yang Qingxuan sat there quietly, understanding that he was just a divine thought.

The entire venue is a huge circle, and everyone's seats are also projections of the void. They are very majestic and domineering. They are arranged in a wonderful space. From any position, you can see all the people in the venue.

Yang Qingxuan swept away his spiritual consciousness, and there were already more than ten people in the venue, but they were all just magical shadows, and there was no real body. The breath revealed by the individual is the body breath and cannot be imitated.

But Yang Qingxuan's more than ten auras are very strange. Yang Qingxuan just felt it a little bit and condensed his spiritual consciousness, and then sat quietly, thinking about what the Purple Heart King said. God's Palace is looking for trouble.

In the center of the entire venue, thirteen thrones were placed there in a certain position, obviously more exquisite and magnificent than their seats, giving people a visual and imposing shock.

Purple Heart’s voice came again, saying: “There are a total of 109 seats in the venue. After the alliance was established, when the number of Saint Clan was the largest, it reached 109, which is almost the largest in the Southern Universe Alliance. In its heyday. Now there are forty-nine saint clan families, including the seats of five **** kings. The thirteen thrones in the center of the venue are the positions of the great **** king and the four holy masters and eight realm kings. Of the 36 companies, they are scattered all around."

Soon, there were more and more people in the venue. A light appeared on the throne, the color and luster of that beautiful jade was the same, and then under the flicker, a figure appeared.

And on the thirteen magnificent thrones in the center, people appear from time to time.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly felt a breath coming towards him. A figure appeared on the opposite position. The breath of the probe was not unfamiliar. Yang Qingxuan was startled and secretly said, "God Qingsheng."

The probe just flicked past and disappeared.

Yang Qingxuan probed his divine sense back and found that the breath of the Qingsheng God King he had just sensed had completely disappeared, knowing that the other party was only slightly releasing his breath and telling himself his identity.

Although the people who came to the venue were not necessarily the heads of the saint clan, each position was fixed and represented different forces. Most people knew which position belonged to whose family.

Soon after, more than 30 people came to the venue sparsely.

In the center of the thirteen thrones, a large array of light suddenly appeared, fluctuating in a circular range, and those arrays appeared disillusioned, like some mysterious pattern, becoming clearer and clearer under the flashing.

And above those patterns, there are various numbers, thirteen, twenty-nine, seven, five...

In the end, all the light dimmed, and it appeared as a tortoise shell.

Then the head, hands, feet, and tail were all stretched out. It was an old tortoise of an unknown number of years, with his eyes closed, lying there motionless.

A black-robed man slowly emerged from the turtle's back, pinching his right hand in front of him, and pressing his feet on the turtle's back, as if stepping on or not.

Once this person appeared, the atmosphere of the venue seemed to have undergone some changes.

Everyone stared at the past.

The humanity said: "The time is up. Thirty-five people will come to the meeting. We will close the entrance of the meeting place and wait for others."

At this time, Zi Xin's voice came and said, "The meeting time should be up. Did you see a tortoise-riding man in a black robe in the middle of the venue? This person is named Jiang Chen, the host of the alliance."

"Jianchen?" Yang Qingxuan groaned, and wanted to ask who the Chenchen was from, but it seemed that he couldn't transmit the sound.

Jiangchen always pinched the tactics seal, stood on the turtle's back, stared at one of the seats, and said: "You already know the purpose of this meeting. The Blood Refining Star, which is strictly prohibited by the Alliance, has appeared again, and according to It is said that it was the work of the Ning family. Seventeen planets have been refined. How can you explain this matter?"

The person being stared at by Jiangchen slowly revealed his true appearance. It was a middle-aged man, clasping his fists and clasping his hands, saying: "I have seen Jiangchen and all the adults who were promoted in the Xia Ning family, and represent the Ning family to participate in this meeting. To be honest, we have heard some of those nonsense rumors. It is really dumbfounding. How can there be such an absurd thing in the world? I'm afraid that some shameful force will stumble our Ning family in secret."

Jiangchen said: "You mean, those rumors are all rumors out of thin air?"

Ning Jinsheng nodded and said, "Something is born out of nothing, something is born out of nothing."

Jiang Chen said "Okay", then turned around, looked at the location of the Qingsheng Palace, and said, "Representatives of the Qingsheng Palace, what do you say?"

Qing Sheng changed his voice, snorted coldly, and said, "Luo Tianmen is the subordinate sect of the Palace of the God of Blue, and the lord Bingjun was almost killed by Lu Qiuqi. Fortunately, Rong Ke and others from the Star Refining Association Only when I saved my life did I get my life back. Mr. Glacier can testify that everything the Heavenly Evil Sect does is the Ning family behind the scenes."

Ning Jinsheng smiled and said: "Haha, a joke! The Heavenly Sect is the Heavenly Sect, and the Ning Family is the Ning Family. If the Heavenly Sect Sect does not do anything, I have to ask the Ning Family to instruct me, why not merge the Sect to My Ning? Come home? This is one of them. Second, it is still unknown whether the Heavenly Evil Sect has carried out the refining of the blood stars. Does Mr. Glacier have evidence to prove it?"