Heavenly God Mnemonic

The Emperor Taboo smiled in his eyes, and before Jiang Yi could answer, he brushed his sleeves and walked straight into the rainstorm.

A step away, there were hundreds of feet away, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a back figure, and a faint voice came. Under the lightning and thunder, it was clearly heard, "The student's name is Yang Qingxuan."

The figure of Emperor Taboo disappeared under the strong wind, and only the torrential rain was left, which stretched endlessly.

"Yang Qingxuan?"

Jiang Yi pondered for a moment, and said: "Since the emperor said this, this student is afraid that it is strange, I have to pay attention to it. It's just how he learned about this person, did he stay on the sidelines from beginning to end?"

Jiang Yibai was puzzled, sighed, and muttered to himself: "In the past few years, apart from the mysterious Wu Qiyue, there has never been a genius and brilliant person. If things go on like this, the name of the first university in the five countries Head, I really want to hand it over. This accident may not be a good thing."

"If the emperor's tomb is really born, it's not just the five northern countries that will be shaken. The search for clues must be done in secret, otherwise the news will spread. I am afraid that it will be broken this day."

"Who is that Emperor Taboo? It is definitely not just Donglei's national teacher. Under his identity, there must be amazing secrets hidden. However, other people's affairs have nothing to do with me, let alone I owe others."

All kinds of chaotic thoughts poured into Jiang Yi's mind, and then they were eliminated. After a long sigh, he stepped on Jinbo and left.

...

After the inner court assessment, more than a month passed.

An accident in the assessment caused the great shock to Tian Cong Academy and Cangnan Kingdom, and gradually subsided.

Of those students who survived, except for a few who were poisoned too deeply and died of the poison, all the others survived, and their strength was greatly improved.

Every day, people come to Yang Qingxuan, but they can't find it.

Yang Qingxuan was afraid of trouble and delayed his practice, so he hid in Shenyin Mountain and practiced in Yinglongtan.

During this period of time, he kept trying to figure out the six sun palms and discovered one thing. The fifteen beads left by the River Water Division that day contained extremely strong sun power, which could be used as weapons and spirit stones. .

This month, he has been constantly absorbing the yang energy in the beads, and he has improved the purity of the six sun palms a lot.

After one of the beads was absorbed by him, the red color was slightly dim, but it would be difficult to distinguish it without careful comparison.

It can be seen how huge the Zhiyang Zhenqi contained in these 15 beads.

And when the enemy condensed the sun, moon and star wheels in the pool that day, the inexhaustible red thread absorbed was much larger than these fifteen beads.

Thinking of the power of the sun, moon, and stars, he couldn't help but lick his lips. After that use, it seemed that the energy had been exhausted, and it remained silent in the mark of the fire cloud, without movement.

Yang Qingxuan also understood that the Sun, Moon and Star Wheels were nothing but foreign objects, and only the improvement of their own strength was the right way.

Therefore, he didn't spend too much energy on the Fire Cloud Seal, but for a month, he had been cultivating the Six Sun Palms.

Profound-level martial arts are extremely powerful, and it will take a while for him to fully integrate the six sun palms.

On this day, I was immersed in the state of visualization, comprehending the huge palm prints "in front of my eyes", and suddenly felt something in my heart. I opened my eyes, stretched out my hand and grabbed it, and put the fifteen hanging beads floating in front of me into the ring.

"These hanging beads are bright and vivid, and they are full of yang. It should be condensed with the essence of Tianhe water."

A voice came, softly spoken, uncomfortable and pleasant.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with different colors, and a dark fragrance hit by the pool water, and a girl like a crabapple flower came into view.

He looked at the mystery girl in front of him, filled with too many secrets, and said: "Do you know the water of Tianhe?"

Wu Qiyue smiled faintly and said: "There are two divine waters in the sky star field, Tianhe and Wangchuan, which regulate the balance of yin and yang in the entire star field for 33 days."

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "The thirty-three days in the star field? What is it?"

Wu Qiyue exhaled like blue, and said: "The sky star field is vast and boundless, with the central great world as the core. There are thirty-three planes swirling around the world, and Xuanye Continent is one of them."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked when he heard it, and hurriedly asked, "How did you know that you are not from Xuanye Continent?"

Under the ancient palace that day, Du Ruo once said that matters concerning the plane of the mainland were secrets of the sect and should not be shared. The mysterious woman in front of her seemed to know everything.

Wu Qiyue sneered, playing with the green silk hanging down her temples, and said with a smile: "Guess what?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "I'm not the roundworm in your stomach."

Wu Qiyue lightly hummed: "If you don't guess, let's just figure it out for yourself, I won't say it." She was obviously unhappy.

Yang Qingxuan had to bite the bullet and guess: "No?"

Wu Qiyue blinked and asked, "Is this important?"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said, "It's not important."

Wu Qiyue "chuckled" and said, "It's not important, then you still ask?"

Yang Qingxuan was depressed and said: "Then you still let me guess?"

"Oh."

Wu Qiyue laughed, eclipsing Hundred Flowers in the valley. She said, "A lot of things will naturally be understood with the increase in strength. And your future achievements will definitely not be limited to Xuanye Continent."

Yang Qingxuan said, "You are so optimistic about me?"

Wu Qiyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she groaned: "That is, if I guessed correctly, your martial arts soul, Taixuan Sword Tomb, has already awakened."

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and there was a storm in his heart. He never mentioned the sword grave matter to anyone. How could this little Nizi know?

He suppressed the horror in his heart, and said calmly: "What are you talking about, what sword tomb?"

Wu Qiyue's eyes shrunk slightly, staring at him for a while, and then she slapped her suddenly, then patted it.

Yang Qingxuan only felt the wind blowing on his face, and even his flesh in the middle of his life felt the pain of the skin being cut, and he couldn't help being shocked. He instinctively responded by grabbing the demon sword, and he stood in front of him to resist.

"boom!"

A jade-white palm pressed against the sword, making a "buzzing" trembling sound, the sword light overflowed, and the powerful palm wind flew along the sides of the sword.

Yang Qingxuan didn't feel uncomfortable, but the pool water behind him "boomed" and burst, stunned a huge vortex, and swept the sky like a dragon.

Then the water dragon shattered in the air, turned into thousands of rain and fell down, pattering down beside them.

"Oh."

Wu Qiyue retracted her palm at once, laughed, and said, "Okay, Yang Qingxuan, your expression is so lifelike, you almost lied to me. What is this sword in his hand? The cultivation base of the middle stage of Lingwu is so strong that it is worthy It’s better than the later stage, not bad, not bad."