Heavenly God Mnemonic

Du Ruo said: "These are the phenomena of waste gas entering the body. Although it is painful, they are of great benefit to cultivation. You should grit your teeth as much as possible, but if you really can't hold it, don't force it to avoid falling here. "

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "Yes, the test here is Dao Xin. As for the danger, if you are really afraid, you can leave as long as you turn around."

Everyone settled down and practiced quietly.

"Boom!"

Just after sitting down, another student was shocked by the weird force of space and flew out, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the yellow sand, and was instantly sucked clean without leaving a trace.

The student was pale, got up quickly with fear, and fled back with fear.

The rest of the people saw in their eyes, although they were afraid, no one said anything, they were all practicing quietly to feel the ancient aura.

Yang Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, staring at the road when he came, and a figure gradually walked in, it was Zhao Sihan.

Chen Zhen and several others also found out, and they all cast their eyes on Yang Qingxuan for consultation.

Zhao Sihan's face flushed, obviously blood rushed to his forehead, big beads of sweat rolled down on his forehead, and his body was trembling.

Yang Qingxuan was secretly shocked. After withstanding the palm of his ten percent strength, he was still able to stand up and pass the ancient road with black stripes. It seems that Zhao Sihan does have two brushes, and this person is very dangerous and cannot be tolerated.

The killing intent flashed in Yang Qingxuan's heart, but he shook his head slightly to Chen Zhen and the others, indicating that he could not do anything here.

I have been warned by Qing not to leave before. If he moves his hands again, I am afraid that Lu Jiangpeng will not be able to protect himself, and he will definitely be disqualified.

Chen Zhen knew about it and stared at Zhao Sihan alertly for a while.

Seeing that he was very honest and found a place to sit and practice in the distance, he didn't dare to come back and provoke him, so he ignored it and started practicing quietly.

Yang Qingxuan also retracted his gaze and looked at the ground, which was full of fine quicksand, without the road paved by the black stone slab.

He thought about it in his heart, and thought to himself: "The black stone slabs should have been laid by the strong people before the academy. They used powerful forces to counteract the different forces here, thus constructing such a place for cultivation."

He leaned down and grabbed the fine sand, his face suddenly changed.

The sand was incredibly heavy, as hard as iron, and an elusive force waved from the sand.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it hard, and the sand made a "sizzling" sound, sliding down from the fingertips, and there were slight scratches on the skin.

"What a weird sand, a huge world, a lot of changes, people are really small."

Yang Qingxuan's arrogance filled his chest, and he thought to himself: "As long as you walk down the road of martial arts, you will never go forward, and one day you will be able to reach the extreme of the universe, the top of the universe, and become the master of this sky star field."

Right now, he didn't think much anymore, sitting on the ground like other people, pinching his hands.

As soon as the handprints were together, Qingyang Wujing was running, and he felt a wave of fluctuations oncoming.

Under that fluctuation, the surrounding environment changed in the visual world, all the students disappeared, and he was the only one left in the vast land.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, opened his eyes hurriedly, hundreds of students were there, no change, he secretly surprised: "Why is there a phantom?"

In front of him, a large number of students were covered with a thin layer of yellow sand, and their skins turned yellow, and even the women such as Su Ying had changed their colors.

Moreover, many people breathe fast and heavy, with painful expressions on their faces, and even bleeding from the seven holes, but they are still struggling.

Yang Qingxuan said in his heart: "It looks like they have also entered their own world of'visualization'."

He closed his eyes again, and instantly fell into the deserted land. The scene was almost the same as that of the deserted ancient area, except that there were no creatures, and he was the only one left in the boundless world.

In this extreme desolation, the whole person was in a kind of extreme silence, and the strange fluctuations came again, as if the air enveloped the whole body, making it difficult for him to operate the technique.

"Perhaps it is this kind of pressure that can greatly enhance the physical and cultivation power."

After Yang Qingxuan settled, he started to run the Qingyang Wujing, and the difficulty doubled every time the Force walked.

After just running five times, dense sweat came out on his forehead.

"It's terrible suppression. If you can stay in this place for a year or a half, you might be able to directly enter the Jade Bone Realm."

Yang Qingxuan was thinking about it, and suddenly felt the sound of the wind neighing in his ear, as if there was a soft voice, mixed in the wind, and blew over.

The voice is like resentment like admiration, like weeping like complaining, the remaining sound curls like a ray, endless like a wisp, the duckling of the lonely gully dance, the lady of the weeping lone boat.

"what sound?!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't help being shaken all over, and hurriedly got up from the ground.

"How is this going?"

The endless desert is the place where he was before, but all the students are gone, and he is the only one left in the world.

"This is... the state of mind?!"

Yang Qingxuan reacted in an instant, the place where he was at this moment was not the real world, but his own spiritual platform and sea of ​​consciousness!

"How can I appear in the Sea of ​​Knowledge, and how do I get out?"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, this was the first time he had encountered this situation, and the barren air, faint resentment blowing from a distance, with a ghostly crying voice, made him feel more alert.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the sky, Yang Qingxuan looked fixedly, his face changed drastically, and he saw a layer of dark clouds, with yellow sand swept across the sky, rushing in his direction.

"Mom, this is my own sea of ​​consciousness, how come such terrible things appear?!"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, his face pale instantly.

The Huang Salon scroll has a range of hundreds of meters in the core area, and the wind reaches thousands of meters away, which is inevitable.

"My-day!"

Yang Qingxuan cursed wildly, turned around and flew away, "Mom, wake up, hurry out of the sea of ​​knowledge! I-day-ah!"

The speed of that Kuangsha was extremely fast, straight into the sky, and caught up with Yang Qingxuan in the blink of an eye, less than a hundred feet apart.

Yang Qingxuan ran wildly, knocking on his head while running, shouting: "Wake up, wake up, get out of the sea of ​​knowledge!"

But after just a few breaths, his feet left the ground and were rolled up by the wind of the yellow sand. He completely lost control of his body and was caught in the raging sand.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and hurriedly shrank his body into a ball, and covered his head with his hands. In the entire tornado, it looked like a leaf, involuntarily, not knowing where it was being blown.

"Boom!"

The sound of the violent wind was all in her ears, and she soon fell into a state of deafness, completely unable to hear outside sounds.

Moreover, countless fine sands hit the body, like thousands of needles pierced in, painful.

Finally, after not knowing how long, the wind began to weaken, Yang Qingxuan slowly recovered some consciousness, and fell from the eyes of the wind to the ground.