Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wang Hua was stunned for a moment, and was overwhelmed by Wu Qiyue's cold and noble temperament. He secretly swallowed his saliva and said in secret: "A flower is stuck in the cow dung."

Now he was relieved.

You must know that this witch is moody, and no one dared to provoke her, even the number one Qianlong list, You Ye, would give her everything.

And the number one on the Qianlong list...

Everyone looked up, and on another towering ancient tree, a man in a blue robe was standing with his hands on his chest and leaning against the tree.

Those cold eyes kept staring at the aperture in the square, and they hadn't moved for three days.

Yang Qingxuan stayed in the Xutian Ancient Road for three days, and the news spread wildly, and You Ye rushed over immediately.

I lean against the tree for three days, and enter the dinghy.

Fu Zhuo also whispered in a low voice, "What's so beautiful that makes all the teachers and students in the academy nervous. It turns out that they are hanging in it."

Other students also agreed with this view. Many people felt boring and left after watching for a while.

On Wu Qiyue's cold and clean face, she suddenly raised a smile and said to herself: "Oh, Yang Qingxuan, you have such a great opportunity. After this time, I am afraid that I can compete on the Qianlong list. Win or lose."

In those cyan eyes, there was a piece of yellow sand and a gloomy sky. The terrifying golden thunder and lightning were like golden snakes, which were constantly shot down from the void and smashed into Yang Qingxuan's body.

The whole process lasted for three days, and the Thunder finally ran out of energy and began to disperse in the air.

A beam of light passed through the clouds, shone down, and landed on Yang Qingxuan's handsome face.

Then the clouds broke through the sky, and the layers of dark clouds dispersed, restoring the universe.

On the Monster Slash in Yang Qingxuan's hand, there was a glorious glow, the blade of the sword was like autumn frost, and there was a layer of faint purple aura rising from the center of the eyebrows and from the body of the sword.

"Is this purple soul light the unique color of Jun-rank Martial Soul?"

Yang Qingxuan was very calm at the moment, anyone who was struck by lightning for three days would lose his temper.

He put the Demon Slashing Sword into the sword grave, and the purple light spread from the center of his eyebrows, covering his whole body.

The original yellow skin began to fall off layer by layer, as if it had been washed by divine water, giving birth to new skin, ice muscle and jade skin, like gelatin and white.

Yang Qingxuan's whole person was completely new, and the angular face, under the shining light, had bright eyes and beautiful eyebrows, Yan Ru Shunhua.

On the towering ancient tree, Wu Qiyue, who had been looking forward with a smile, suddenly changed her face, her cheeks flushed with no reason, her face was red and her ears were red, and she was even red and purple.

"Rogue! Dead rascal!"

She gritted her teeth inexplicably, her eyes bursting with anger.

In extreme shame and anger, he hurriedly closed his eyes and stopped looking.

The students on the other big trees were all confused and inexplicable. They thought to themselves: "What's the matter? Who played a hooligan to her? Who dares to do a hooliganism to her?"

It turned out that in the Xutian Ancient Road, after the yellow skin of Yang Qingxuan's body faded, it still stuck to the new skin, which was very uncomfortable. Anyway, there was no one in the deserted ancient area, so he simply took off and changed his clothes inside.

"Well, it's comfortable now."

Yang Qingxuan was very satisfied, full of energy, and could not even dream of it. He was gone.

After changing his clothes, he sat cross-legged on the ground again and began to practice Qingyang Wujing.

After three days and three nights of thunder bombardment, the desolate gas nearby was also swept away. At this moment, from the distant earth, the desolate gas slowly spread over.

With his previous experience, coupled with his full energy and improved strength, it will not be a problem to support him for another seven days and eight days.

At the moment, practicing Qingyang Wujing with peace of mind.

"this is……!"

After closing her eyes for a while, Wu Qiyue opened her eyes again, her body trembled and her face was full of shock.

Behind Yang Qingxuan, a faint phantom of the blue dragon appeared. The dragon's appearance was indistinct, coiled into a circle, and there were a lot of obscure runes inside.

"That is, that is...!"

With Wu Qiyue's calmness, she couldn't help but exclaim at this moment. In the blue eyes, countless runes gathered, and the green light rose greatly.

Staring at the phantom of the blue dragon, working hard to run the blue eyes, I want to see it really.

But no matter how hard he tried, the phantom was in a trance, and the runes flickered and could not show up at all.

After working hard for a while, the blue eyes consumed the real yuan too much, and fine beads of sweat leaked from his forehead.

"No, I still can't see clearly! It's not manifested at all!"

Wu Qiyue worked hard for a while to maximize the power of blue eyes, and finally gave up.

But there was a wave of waves in his heart, and his chest was ups and downs. After searching for more than a year, the key was actually in the Qingyang Wujing.

If it weren’t for a coincidence that he met Yang Qingxuan and gave him the Qingyang Wujing to practice, it would be possible to see this blue dragon picture today. I’m afraid that I might not be able to find the Qingyang treasure scroll if I look for it for a lifetime. Recorded things.

Wu Qiyue was not an ordinary person either. After a while, her inner turmoil slowly calmed down, and she returned to her previous Leng Ao Juechen demeanor. She continued to watch Yang Qingxuan's cultivation in the Xutian Ancient Path with blue eyes.

A little bit of time passed, and finally the seventh day.

In the square, except for a few people secretly cheering and having a proud look, the rest of the people were sad.

Wang Qing twisted his beard and smiled, and looked at each other with Zuo Ming. Both of them had smiles in their eyes and were in a great mood.

Qing Buli looked up at the sky. At noon in the blazing sun, he sighed: "The hour is here, seven days have passed, and Yang Qingxuan will never come back."

Lu Jiangpeng trembled all over, his face full of unwillingness, and said sadly: "Wu Wang, wait a moment."

The other elders were silent.

Qing Budi said: "You should understand that it's not that I don't want to wait any longer. It was agreed before. The most important thing is that Yang Qingxuan's chances of surviving are basically zero. If he can come out, he will survive for another seven days even if he is dying. , I am willing. But can it? No, Yang Qingxuan, he is dead."

These words pierced into Lu Jiangpeng's heart, making his face pale, and his whole person was tens of years old.

Qing Budi said: "Everyone prepare and withdraw!"

"Hold on!"

Lu Jiangpeng shouted: "It's just a loss of true essence. If you don't want it, let me come alone! After fighting this old life, I can still keep this crack for another day!"

Jiang Yi said in surprise, "Lu Jiangpeng, are you crazy?!"

Lu Jiangpeng's face was firm, and he said in a solid voice: "I'm not crazy, I just want to take a gamble, just gamble!"

Yi Kun said coldly: "You are not gamble, but willful, willful, this is not what an elder should do."

Lu Jiangpeng said angrily: "I'm going to be self-willed, how about it? I have lived for most of my life, can't I be self-willed once? I will put my true essence in this body and bet this time!"

In a person's life, there will always be certain moments, or certain things, that make you persist in persevering, at all costs!