Heavenly God Mnemonic

"What do you think of this matter?" Yang Qingxuan stared at that Zhuang Quan and asked everyone in the Star Ring when he saw him disappearing from his field of vision.

"The technique of the dark night is indeed very weird. The person who possessed Zhuang Quan's body, in my opinion, should be an outsider. If he himself is in the trial land, there is no need to possess the body and be born, he can directly come over. Teach you how to be a human. If you want to know the identity of this person, I'm afraid you have to find the answer from Zi Yuan." Hua Jieyu analyzed.

"But, I don't know anything, I haven't even touched anyone from the Dark Night clan." Zi Yuan was confused.

"This matter is probably related to your identity." Yang Qingxuan thought for a moment and said, "The person said that he is a friend at the moment, at least in the short term, don't worry too much. If it is really dangerous, just go out and leave the Black Sea. The world It's so big, these people from the Night Race want to find me, I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

"The Dark Night clan has disappeared from the top eight in the Middle Ages. They have been hiding in the Black Sea. What are they doing?" Ning Jiazi also expressed deep doubt.

"I hope I can find the false Dao pattern as soon as possible, and don't make too many twists and turns." Yang Qingxuan sighed, then turned and walked away.

After coming to the Black Sea, I knew how big the world is.

After stepping into the heaven, I realized that the Tao is endless.

Half a day later, Yang Qingxuan found Hua Zhang and others on a hillside.

Many disciples were sitting cross-legged on the ground, using exercises to heal their injuries, forcing the dark night energy out of their bodies. A little bit of black air overflowed from the palm of the palm, turning into thick ink-like water, dripping on the ground, corroding a piece.

These disciples were just sprayed by the black air from Zhuang Quan's body, and not much remained in the body.

The disciple who was sucked by Zhuang Quan's flesh and blood was ashamed, with a terrifying face, and his pale face was constantly turning black.

Hua Zhang and a few others sat around him, constantly pumping Zhen Qi into his body, suppressing the power of the dark night, and trying to force it out, but the effect was extremely low.

Yuan Kui put his arms around his chest and looked at the state of the disciple coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master Qingxuan."

When all the disciples saw Yang Qingxuan, they were overjoyed and hurriedly greeted them.

Yang Qingxuan glanced away, then fell on the disciple, and asked, "How is he?"

Huazhang was maintaining the delivery of true qi, with sweat beads on his forehead, and said, "I'm afraid it will not work. The muscles in the body are all rigid, the meridians are withered, the blood is dried up, and the night energy is so strong that it can't be forced out."

The disciple suddenly opened his eyes, a pure black glow shot out of his eyes, his whole body suddenly turned black, and shouted: "No! I don't want to die!" The power of the dark night surged, and the innocence of Hua Zhang and others All shaking out of the body.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several people around, including Hua Zhang, were shocked and dispersed.

The disciple stood up suddenly, a fierce light burst into his eyes, and shouted: "I don't want to die! Save me, you save me!"

His face was distorted so badly, the muscles on his face and body were obviously shriveled, like a zombie, except for his eyes, his whole body was enveloped in a black air.

"Wow!"

This disciple suddenly moved, and rushed to his side like lightning, grabbed another disciple, and yelled: "Give me back my life, I want to live, I want to live!"

The disciple's legs softened in fright, and he almost knelt down.

Yang Qingxuan's figure flashed, rushing to the front, grabbed the disciple's hand, sighed, and said: "Everyone wants you to survive, and they all want to save you, but...everyone has done their best."

The disciple shot fierce and horrified eyes in his eyes, and said madly: "No! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" The other hand slammed at Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it with another hand.

The disciple pushed hard with both hands, and the black air flowed like meridians on his dry hands.

Yang Qingxuan frowned. This disciple's cultivation is only in the late stage of Nirvana, and it is impossible for him to have such great power, making him feel quite difficult at the realm of the Eucharist.

And the face of this disciple became more and more ferocious, like an evil ghost.

Hua Zhang was surprised by the side: "Master Qingxuan, this...how is it good?"

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "I can only send him on the road."

Everyone was silent.

Yang Qingxuan shook his wrist and shook the disciple apart, then slapped the palm of his hand, and a ball of flame shot out under the brilliance. With a "boom", the disciple was shattered, bursting like fireworks, and then burned to ashes.

Yuan Kui kept watching coldly, and suddenly said, "Where is that Dark Night Race person?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "Escaped."

Yuan Kui frowned slightly without saying a word.

"Let's go." Yang Qingxuan turned around and turned into a escape.

The disciples of the ferry cleared their minds and hurriedly followed.

...

In Yunxiu Palace, in a dark secret room, he couldn't see his fingers.

Suddenly, the darkness in the entire secret room, like a streamer, gushed out in the middle, forming a funnel-shaped vortex above the secret room.

Below is a man in a black robe, all the dark light is sucked into his body, and the secret room becomes bright.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and a beam of joy and sharpness came out.

"I'm finally back, to die, or to change this era?"

"You want me to inherit your will, but I don't agree with your will. Yaheng, is it worth sacrificing all this? In my heart, you are the king of the dark night clan in this era."

The man sighed and raised his head, looking into the distance with his deep and strange eyes, as if he could see through the secret room.

...

In Bailuzhou, somewhere in the sky, a huge glaze-colored barrier was slowly opening, radiating radiance, washing the sky.

In the center of this enchantment, on a small hillside, there is a five-color magic circle that is constantly rotating, Yang Qingxuan is standing in the center of the magic circle, and the remaining four are separated.

The five people are all ten-finger pinch tactics, and they are radiant and intertwined.

Suddenly, the five people's brows all wrinkled lightly, seeming to feel something.

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, changed the Jue Seal in his hand, then gently put it down, condensing the light from his body into the body, and the other four also took back the Jue Seal. The five-light glazed glaze world on that day, after suddenly turning to prosperity, instantly disappeared.

All the disciples looked at the five of them, eagerly looking forward to the result.

The five people looked in one direction at the same time, and Yang Qingxuan showed his fiery eyes, looking at the distant direction, thinking about something.

"This level of light pattern induction should not be a false Dao pattern." Yang Qingxuan thought for a while before making a judgment.

"At that time, the feeling was very obvious. Even if it is not a pseudo-dao pattern, it is very likely to be a monument or the like. Would you like to see it?" Hua Zhang suggested.