Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Hey!"

Yang Qingxuan took a breath of cold air, and his body trembled. The chill from the pool water instantly poured into his body, and the meridian bones became stiff!

Sitting on the bank, Lu Jiangpeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the pool in amazement. The white gas that was rising up became thinner. Yang Qingxuan's whole body was covered with a thin layer of ice, and his lips were purple with cold. Can't support it anymore.

"No? It's only two hours, is it worse than me?"

Lu Jiangpeng was stunned, seeming not to believe it.

Yang Qingxuan's body shook a few times before he calmed down. At this moment, he still closed his eyes tightly, and that Long Ying seemed to have no malice, but appeared out of thin air "in front of his eyes", and existed there quietly, as if it had gone through thousands of years.

After studying for a while, I discovered that it was a "phantom", but it was extremely realistic.

Every detail can be seen clearly, horns, scales, beards, eyes, nose, neck, etc., as if this phantom is not a pattern, but a real creature!

"Strange, why this phantom gives me a very familiar breath."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved slightly, and the desolate ancient meaning revealed in the pair of longan, like this icy pool water, went straight into his body, as if it turned into a trickle and merged into the bones of the meridians.

"This feeling is...!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked suddenly, and said in shock: "Dead Soul Stone!"

At this moment, he realized that the aura on that phantom body was very similar to the feeling of the dead soul stone on his body, even the same!

Not only that, Yang Qingxuan just woke up at this moment, practicing this Qingyang Martial Scriptures extremely smoothly, feeling that he is always nourished by a force of strength, it is the Death Soul Stone!

"Could it be a vision created by the Death Soul Stone?"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, all the previous doubts disappeared, and he "looked" at the dragon shadow in the sea of ​​knowledge, as if he was about to blend into those ancient eyes. The strength of the ancient vicissitudes, with the breath of wildness, rose in his body. !

"Wow!"

The thick ice on Yang Qingxuan's skin suddenly broke open, and the entire pool water made a long roar, and the ripples were superimposed in circles, forming a whirlpool, stirring the entire pool water!

Lu Jiangpeng was startled. The water wave hit the shore and broke apart under pressure three feet in front of him. Looking fixedly, only a faint shadow appeared on Yang Qingxuan's body, like a...long? !

Lu Jiangpeng wiped his eyes, and when he looked again, the "dragon shape" was gone, but there was indeed a faint shadow behind Yang Qingxuan that could not be discerned.

Yang Qingxuan is like a piece of red-hot iron, a large amount of water vapor evaporates around him, white smoke is lingering, but the terrifying aura is breathed in by the thousands of pores on the skin.

"What kind of mentality does he cultivate? It is so terrible." Lu Jiangpeng stared at Yang Qingxuan unblinkingly, for fear of him having any accident.

At this moment, somewhere in the inner courtyard, the landscape is beautiful and the scenery is pleasant.

There are seven or eight red single-family courtyards, which are elegant and elegant, and are female dormitories in the inner courtyard.

Wu Qiyue was cultivating in the secret room. She suddenly opened her eyes, and a touch of green light flashed across her eyes, exclaiming: "Something is moving!" There was shock and excitement in her voice.

On the jade-like slippery wrist, the white bracelet gleamed, and there was a quaintly-colored disc shot out, the size of a palm, and a few obscure words engraved on it, which was held in the air by spiritual power.

There are seven gears in the disc. With the infusion of spiritual energy, they rotate in a certain order, making a "kaka" sound, ancient and vicissitudes of life.

Wu Qiyue pinched the formula with one hand, and with a touch of her eyes, blue light shot out from her eyes and fell on the disc, staring at the disc's rotation.

"Crack, crack..."

The gear turned very slowly, as if it lacked lubricant. After a few breaths, it clicked and stopped. The aura that had gathered on it dissipated, turned into an ordinary disc, and fell down.

Wu Qiyue's face turned pale, she grabbed the disc, the cyan light in her eyes dispersed and returned to normal, but she was disappointed, and she said to herself: "Is it still impossible to locate the exact location? But after a year, I finally have it. Quiet, that thing must be right around this college!"

She stood up, pushed the window open, and the sun shone in and enveloped her curvy figure.

But see, under the golden sun, there are good girls with beautiful faces, bright eyes, red lips like crimson, black hair dyed with ink, and the wind is blowing in the blue silk skirt, and it is even more like a goddess. .

"It seems that the records on the Qingyang Treasure Scroll are all true. As long as the thing is near the academy, I will definitely be able to find out with my blue eyes!"

"In this way, the physical skills recorded in the Qingyang Martial Scriptures should also be true. It's just that there are only fragments. Yang Qingxuan won't have any problems with training, right?"

She was stunned, putting her white and flawless hands on the window sill, and she was a little nervous, "Huh, who made him stubborn, he has to practice some physical skills. Everyone knows that the human body of today is no longer comparable to the medieval times. Compared with that, it is extremely difficult to achieve great achievements in practicing physical skills, he is doing his own death.

An angry look appeared on Wu Qiyue's face, but she quickly melted away like ice and snow, worried: "If he loses his training..."

After looking out the window for a while, he sighed faintly, "He wants to be willful, let him be willful once. When he hits the south wall, he will naturally look back."

Just when Wu Qiyue sensed something, when she used the ancient compass...

In a secret room of the college, a string sound suddenly sounded out of thin air, and Feifei was trembling in the secret room!

"Zheng!"

There are sonic ripples above the secret room. Although there is only one, it turns into eight colors, spread out like colored light, and the whole secret room is shining brightly.

Qing Buli, who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned purple with the rising blood. The colored light that the sound wave turned into diffused and passed through him, with a "poof" burst of blood, and the whole person became pale!

The Dean of the First Academy of the Northern Five Countries, known as the "King of Wuzhong", was not far away from him. In a few days, he suffered two inexplicable injuries in a row. If he speaks out, I am afraid that the entire Northern Five Kingdoms will cause shock.

"God's will, is this really God's will?"

Qing Buli's face turned pale, and she was dozens of years old as soon as she got older.

In the past few days, he has been practicing a magical power in retreat. This is an important juncture, but he has been injured by inexplicable powers, resulting in failure.

But at this moment, he didn't care about the injury at all, but was full of horror, "Jiuxiaohuanpei! The Jiuxiaohuanpei that hasn't sounded for 300 years, unexpectedly made a ray of Shang!"