Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Xu Ruxian nodded, but found that after taking the medicine, the Blue Phoenix still didn't mean to leave, so he looked at her curiously and asked, "what's the matter, little girl?"

"Well, Xu Xiang, I just want to ask, is there any news about Yang Xuan now?"

The Blue Phoenix fiddled with her clothes with her fingers, and her face had been flushed.

Xu Ruxian suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. After nodding gently, he said to the Blue Phoenix, "according to old Yu, Yang Xuan is still alive at this time, but his life star is bright and dark. He is probably at a critical juncture of life and death. Whether he can survive or not depends on his own creation."

Even the Blue Phoenix didn't realize it. After hearing Xu Ruxian's story, her mood experienced a 360 degree change, from worrying and nervous at the beginning to relieved, and then to the final nervous appearance.

However, the feelings of girls are always poetry. Xu Ruxian did not break through these things.

After thanking Xu Ruxian, Blue Phoenix left Xu Ruxian's room. Xu Ruxian looked at the direction the Blue Phoenix left, and couldn't help sighing: "it's nice to be young."

He couldn't help remembering that in the porch 20 years ago, there was a young man with a long sword in green. He was always held by another woman who liked to wear red clothes and asked whether he ran out to drink flower wine.

"No, your son is very similar to you!"

Xu Ruxian looked at the starry sky outside the door and couldn't help recalling the scene of that year. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth also smiled.

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In the spirit tower, five days have passed since Yang Xuan was unconscious. In addition to Yu Qingcheng praying to the god Buddha every day for Yang Xuan, Meng Juan and little Panther have calmed down a lot about this matter. Yang Xuan's vitality became stronger and stronger.

The little black panther rolled leisurely on the ground, lay on the ground, looked at the soul mark belonging to Yang Xuan in the center of the Lingta, and said, "after the earth steamed stuffed bun wakes up this time, I must ask him to give me a hundred, no, a thousand demon pills to open meat. My leopard has lived for more than 100000 years, and this is the first time that someone is so worried."

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's breath changed. The little Panther jumped up from the ground and looked at Yang Xuan nervously.

"What is this?"

In everyone's perception, Yang Xuan's vitality is fading at a fast speed, and it is about to become a dead silence.

"Nerd? What's the matter with you?"

Yu Qingcheng nervously ran to Yang Xuan's side, didn't care about the dust on Yang Xuan, held him nervously and asked.

There was silence all around in the endless darkness.

Yang Xuan walked forward aimlessly.

In my memory, he was chased and killed by a barbarian's sixth territory strongman. After forcibly using a heavenly eye attack, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he had already come here.

It was dark all around, but he found that he could clearly see his hands and even any part of his body, that is, there was light in this dark space.

Because there is nothing around him, he can't feel the passage of time here.

At the beginning, Yang Xuan could count his steps to calculate the time, but later, he had no motivation to continue counting.

The aura in his body was empty. Yang Xuan tried to fly, but found that he couldn't control the aura. Not only that, he also found that the sea of knowledge, which should have stored the Lingta, could not get in. No matter how he felt, he could not feel the existence of the sea.

In other words, Yang Xuan in the darkness at this time is just an ordinary person.

"Where on earth is this?"

After walking for a long time, Yang Xuan found that there were many unreasonable existence in this dark space. For example, he is just an ordinary person now. After walking so long, he should be exhausted. But he didn't feel like this. Yang Xuan even felt that he was full of energy and physical strength.

"Am I dead?"

Yang Xuan looked around curiously. When he was very young, he saw from the book sent to him by Yang Qianxue that people will enter the hell after death, and the king of hell will convict him. Then, led by black-and-white impermanence, he passed the Naihe bridge guarded by cattle heads and horses, drank Mengpo soup at Mengpo, and re entered reincarnation.

"If I drank Mengpo soup, would I forget everything in my life?"

Yang Xuan thought of Yang Dingshan, who had endured for his safety in Qingzhou City for 16 years, and Yang Qianxue, who always secretly sent him money and books, and many other people.

Yang Xuan felt that his short 20-year life was like walking a horse lantern and had a new life in front of him.

In the past 16 years, the pictures Yang Xuan recalled were all black and white. This picture continued until, when he was 16, a little girl in a goose yellow gauze skirt accidentally broke into his house and slept in his bed.

After the appearance of the face with two lovely dimples, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that his world suddenly became a color.

But Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to touch Yu Qingcheng's face, but he only touched a void.

Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to go to sleep. Maybe in his dream, he could see Yu Qingcheng again.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan lay down and closed his eyes. Without feeling the existence of the ground, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that he seemed to float in this void. His hand stretched out towards his feet, but there was no obstruction.

But this is no longer important. Yang Xuan just wants to have a good sleep and meet Yu Qingcheng again in his dream.

At this time, Yang Xuan was surprised to find that there seemed to be a familiar sound next to his ears.

"Fool, don't die."

"Fool, I haven't put on the clothes you bought me!"

"Nerd..."

"Nerd..."

A call echoed in Yang Xuan's ear. Yang Xuan frowned. This was Yu Qingcheng's voice.

"Qingcheng? Qingcheng?"

Yang Xuan suddenly sleepless, stood up and shouted around excitedly.

In the Lingta, Yu Qingcheng was surprised to find that Yang Xuan's vitality, which was rapidly dissipating, actually stopped dissipating, and even faintly had a warming trend.

In darkness, Yang Xuan looked around, but found no trace of the Yu Qingcheng.