Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan looked at the distance in amazement. Between the water and light, the towering ancient temple was looming. He was surprised: "This underwater...how can there be a broken temple?"

"Bro...Bro...Broken you a pig!"

Ade trembled with excitement, his arms and legs danced wildly, as if he was crazy, "This is...this is Yin Wudian!"

It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength before screaming out these words, and suddenly tears filled his eyes, and he couldn't stop the tears.

"Yin Wudian!" Yang Qingxuan trembled, staring at the huge phantom in amazement, with a shocking feeling. Vaguely, there was even a deja vu.

"Isn't the Yin Wu Temple appearing only in the leap month? In terms of time, it should be possible next year." Yang Qingxuan doubted.

"Yes!"

Awakened the dreamer with a word. After being intensely excited, Adela regained his senses, staring blankly ahead, muttering to himself: "How come you are here? Could it be... just a mirage?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "It's useless to think more. Let's go and take a look. Maybe your previous inferences were all wrong."

As he said, he separated the water and went forward.

Ade stayed there dumbly, when Yang Qingxuan came forward, he hurriedly said: "Wait for me, go together!"

Starting from the first generation of ancestors who migrated to the Black Sea, the White Tiger Ginseng, everyone dreamed of finding this legendary Yinwu Temple and obtaining the huge treasures and inheritance within it.

The dreams of the past generations suddenly appeared in front of them without warning, and Ade was already excited and unable to hold on to himself.

The two of them swam forward for a while. Although the phantom of the Yinwu Palace seemed real and illusory, it was indeed becoming clearer and clearer. It went up from the heavens, and fell below groundless. The golden light above it floats like blue waves, and its majestic aura is pressed by the sea. , Shocking.

"It's just a building, and after endless years, how can there be such terrible pressure."

Yang Qingxuan's heart was beating, and an inexplicable mood spread in his body, always feeling very strange.

He glanced at Ade next to him. Under the majestic majesty of the Yin Wu Temple, Ade's excited breathing was a little difficult, and he kept opening his mouth to exhale, his face glowing with a strange red light.

The two of them fleeed for half an hour, and the phantom of the hall was still standing in front, but the upper structure had begun to show up. The corridor was back, the eaves and teeth were high, each holding the terrain, fighting each other.

"This...this is...!!!"

Yang Qingxuan trembled suddenly, like an electric shock.

But when I saw the battle ahead, my whole person trembled like chaff. Around the vast Yinwu Hall, there were nine, ninety-one eighty-one ancient bronze pillars, sinking lonely in the abyss of the Black Sea, like a tombstone of a peerless powerhouse, like telling What's going on.

Yang Qingxuan's face was instantly pale as paper, and countless fragments of information shuttled through his mind.

Under the Kunlun Mountains, in the vast underground palace where the star disk is buried, there are also such eighty-one ancient bronze pillars, which have been immortal for millions of years.

In addition, a sudden burst of information tore my mind, like a sharp blade, came horizontally, as if it had cut through the dusty memories for a long time, and the fragments were disillusioned in the sea of ​​knowledge.

...

Under the starry sky and above the blue sea, the sky and the earth are like a huge piece of glass, surrounded by the vast sea without an end. A palace is suspended between the sky and the earth, like in the starry sky, like in the sea.

"... Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, why is the number eighty-one?" The man asked in a deep voice, looking at the towering palace in front of him.

"There is a record in the book of Four Seasons: beginning at one, ending at ten, endless cycles, endless robbery, self-order and chaos. It is the endless life of all things, ninety-nine infinite, returning to the original one.

The woman raised her hand, and a golden book appeared in front of her. Thousands of golden lights converged into words and displayed like stars in disillusionment.

The man asked: "One is the origin of all things, the beginning of the universe, the number of Taoism, it is the mathematics that transcends the other shore, and it is also the origin of the Great Dao. In this billions of time and space, in countless universes, where is the place of origin?"

The woman replied softly: "It is recorded in the book that when you surpass the other shore, the origin of Tao will appear and return to the original place."

"Beyond the other side, can there really be such a day?" The man's sigh gradually faded away.

...

The fragments in my mind are connected with the vast temple in front of me, and there are bronze pillars like tombstones, which seem to connect the infinite past and the infinite future.

At this moment, the past and the future all converge at this point in time.

"what!"

Yang Qingxuan was so painful that countless lights and shadows gathered in his head, as if his head burst. After rolling and struggling in the water for a few times, he completely lost consciousness and stopped moving.

...

"Tomorrow is the last battle with Gu Yao, and maybe we can find an opportunity to transcend the other side."

"This is the weapon I created with the arrow that shot through Gu Yao. You carry it with you. It can kill Gu Yao once, and it can kill him a second time."

...

I don't know how long it took before Yang Qingxuan gradually woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the blue sea and blue sky, lying on the fast-moving battleship.

"I... what happened?"

There was still some pain in his head, and he shook his fingers, slowly regaining his body consciousness.

Ade sat down beside him, opened his eyes slightly, and said, "You are awake."

Yang Qingxuan struggled to prop up his upper body, and looked around, the battleship was still drinking and bustling. The two of them were in a corner of the battleship, which was relatively quiet.

"We are not on the bottom of the sea...not Yin..."

"Shhh..." Before Yang Qingxuan finished speaking, Ade put his finger on his lips and interrupted it.

Ade looked left and right, and whispered: "It's a mirage."

"A mirage? How, how is it possible?"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and the dialogue between the man and woman in his mind was very clear.

It's just the faces of the two people, but they can't remember half of them, racked their brains, and can't remember even the slightest bit.

But the woman mentioned the Four O'clock Book, could that woman be Vera?

The more Yang Qingxuan thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Judging from the content of the dialogue, the man should be King Yin Wu.

"It's really incredible, but it's really a mirage."

Ade's words interrupted his contemplation, "Mirages are generally wonders that appear on the sea, but there are also cases where they appear on the seabed, but they are very rare."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a moment, and said, "If it is a mirage, it proves that the Yin Wu Temple has now appeared somewhere in the Black Sea?"

Ade was taken aback and stayed there immediately.

Based on his previous inferences about Yinwu Temple, it is within the rules of the torrent of time and space. Although Yinwu Temple is in the Black Sea, it is restricted by time and space.

As Yang Qingxuan said, if there is a mirage, then the Yinwu Temple should have already appeared, which is contradictory to his Leap Moon inference.

He stunned: "What do you think is going on?"

Yang Qingxuan raised his head, and a strong thought thumped in his heart, "Perhaps, the Yin Wu Temple we have seen is directly projected from the ancient times."

(End of this chapter)