Heavenly God Mnemonic

Ten thousand monsters galloped, and all the monsters were frightened and fleeing wildly by this sea of ​​swords. The heavenly giant also made a huge whimper in his mouth, desperately fleeing back.

With Yang Qingxuan as the center, divine swords continued to emerge from the earth, and the entire sword tomb emerged from the Wuhun seal, turning the world into a huge sword graveyard.

The terrible sword intent was surging in the air, like the ocean, endless. Under this sword intent, all the monsters were smashed and vanished.

In this mental space, Yang Qingxuan seemed to have the power to squander endlessly. After a cup of tea, the entire sword mound was completely copied to the vast ground, all the monsters were swept away, and the world turned into a dead silence.

The earth, which was originally bright and shining, became gray and gray with the pressure of the dead soul. Yang Qingxuan stood alone on the earth like the master of this heaven and earth, with only this endless sword soul as his company.

"Hang up?"

Yang Qingxuan stared at the surroundings blankly, and no longer saw the shadow of a monster.

He frowned, and secretly asked, "What the **** is going on with these monsters, it must be related to that barren aura, but why can it invade my spiritual platform of consciousness?"

This question seemed unsolvable, and he didn't think much anymore. As soon as he closed his thoughts, the light on the center of his eyebrows flashed, and the endless sword mound immediately turned into layers of phantoms, disappearing in this vast land.

Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed, and she suddenly showed joy, and his body slowly disappeared between the world and the earth following the sword grave.

In the deserted ancient area, the body opened his eyes at once, and his consciousness finally returned, coming out of the strange sea of ​​consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked. I don't know how long it has been. Now there are only less than one-fifth of the three hundred students left.

Only fifty people are still there, and they are all weather-beaten, like warriors who have been ascetic for several years, all with sallow complexion, dry skin, and malaise.

Even Su Ying, who was as beautiful as a fairy, looked like an old woman at this moment, wrinkles appeared on her face, completely changed her personality, and frightened Yang Qingxuan.

Suddenly a sharp sound cut through the silent sky.

There was extreme excitement and ecstasy in the voice, "The power of the ancient soul, I have the power of the ancient soul, hahaha!"

Yang Qingxuan fixed his eyes and looked for a while, only to find that the old man was Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng sat on the ground, trembling like chaff, but his face was full of surprises. A naked-eye soul body hovered above his head, touching Xiao Feng's body, and slowly fusing in.

"The power of the ancient soul!"

"Oh my God, it really is the power of the ancient soul, I'm so envious!"

Many students were awakened on the spot, all of them were shocked, and even more envied.

Du Ruo also opened his eyes and sighed: "The second one who obtained the power of the ancient soul, why didn't I have such a good life."

"Ugh!"

Lan Yan let out a deep sigh, stood up, and shook her head and said, "I can't hold on anymore. This barren aura invades my internal organs. If I stay again, I am afraid that I will fall here like the previous classmate. The ancient soul can be obtained, but it is also of great benefit. It can only be said about time and life."

His eyes flashed with regret, and at the same time he looked at Xiao Feng enviously, then turned around and disappeared into the area in a few steps.

Yang Qingxuan discovered that not far in front, a student fell to the ground, half of his body was buried by yellow sand, and he was dead.

The exposed face has been weathered, and his empty eyes are staring straight ahead, full of unwillingness and despair.

Yang Qingxuan sighed in his heart. Throughout the ages, on the road leading to the peak, how many strong men have been annihilated and how many dreams have been buried.

The winner reigns over the world, and the loser is buried in the sand.

There was a lot of discussion all around, talking about Xiao Feng's ancient soul, and they were all envious.

Yang Qingxuan cleared up his mood, fixed his eyes, frowned slightly, and asked strangely: "The ancient soul... how is it like a brick?"

Du Ruo turned his head, glanced at him, stunned, and sighed: "You also came out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and you didn't touch the ancient soul. What a pity. I thought you would have a chance."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved and said, "You have also entered the sea of ​​consciousness? What is the ancient soul, and why would I have a chance?"

The people around Su Ying, Duan Weiwei, Chen Zhen, etc. were all lamenting, and they were a little bit lost because they had not been able to obtain the ancient soul.

Du Ruo nodded and said, "Under this desolate atmosphere, as long as you are at ease, you will fall into that sea of ​​consciousness. The ancient soul you are doing is the dead soul of the ancient times, flowing out along the cracks in space, looking for Host."

Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said, "I understand, but why is there a brick on top of Xiao Feng's head? Is that brick also a dead soul?"

Chen Zhen turned his head and said, "Dead souls are not only the souls left behind after the death of living beings, but also after the death of the host, some martial souls will also float in the sky and the earth, and they will not disappear by chance."

Du Ruo said: "Chen Zhen is right. The Xutian Ancient Battlefield is a strange and terrifying place with countless Wushu spirits. This brick should have been a martial spirit before. Now I have found Xiao Feng's body. ."

Yang Qingxuan immediately understood, and suddenly realized that the thousands of monsters in the sea of ​​consciousness before were all ancient souls!

He stunned: "After embedding, does the previous Wuhun disappear?"

Du Ruo said: "You think too much. The power of these ancient souls is looking for a destination. After the host, there are several possibilities, but they will choose the best way to evolve. Some people's ancient souls will merge into the original host in the form of energy. There are also people who will have two spirits appearing in the spirits of Wushu at the same time, but there are also situations where you say that spirits are replaced by ancient spirits. But no matter which form, it is definitely the best choice."

The others were also stunned. Meng Rui said in a daze, "Two martial souls appear? Is this possible?"

Du Ruo nodded and said, "Before coming to Tian Cong Academy, I deliberately turned through a lot of ancient books on the ancient battlefield of Xutian in Yungan Palace. Indeed, after obtaining the ancient soul, two martial souls appeared at the same time."

"Oh! I ran in the Sea of ​​Consciousness for most of a day, but I didn't see the shadow of an ancient soul. In the end I was tired and came out."

Su Ying was full of depression, and said: "It's better to be warm and life." After that, a look of envy flashed in her eyes.

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Wen Wen was the first to obtain the ancient soul?"

Wen Wen was sitting not far away, sitting cross-legged, and his whole person was very sallow, but there was a little more glamour on the Buddha's face, and he seemed to be trapped in a certain state, ignorant of what was happening outside.

Du Ruo said, "Yes, Wen Wen was the first to obtain the ancient soul. He should be in a state of fusion now. It's really good." He was also full of envy.