Chapter 562: Strangling the Divine Consciousness

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the vast expanse of whiteness, and a figure appeared indistinctly immediately, "It's strange, it's only in the blood-transforming state, how could you find me?"

There was doubt, contempt, and unabashed superiority in the voice.

Yang Qingxuan locked it with his spiritual sense, and sneered: "Is this not easy to understand? It means you are too rubbish."

The voice said: "I gave this drop of blood to Feng Yangqiu. Feng Yangqiu is a celestial cultivator. I think he won't be killed by you. It should be his son who died in your hands."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and then recalled the words of the ancient crimson scorpion, and said in surprise: "You are Yanxiu?!"

The voice froze and turned cold, "Unexpectedly, Feng Hui's trash would die as soon as he died, and even I confessed it. It seems that I can't keep you."

While speaking, the figure flickered, and he bullied him, and slapped Yang Qingxuan's chest with his palm.

The gesture of the palm was terrifying, and countless terrifying auras swirled together, covering the land with a radius of hundreds of feet.

Only now did Yang Qingxuan see the appearance of that person clearly. On the cold face, there were distinct features, somewhat similar to the puppet of the Desolate Race that he had photographed, with a strange evil aura emanating from his whole body.

As soon as he stepped on it, he turned into a fallen leaf and stepped back.

Yanxiu bullied him again, and that palm fluttered like a butterfly in the air, flying a few times, keeping a distance of one foot from his chest all the time.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and said coldly: "This is my sea of ​​consciousness on the Lingtai, do you still want to kill me?"

"Haha." Yanxiu sneered with undisguised contempt, "Isn't it easy to kill you in the Blood Wheel Sea Realm? Don't you think I'm as trash as that Fenghui?"

Yang Qingxuan immediately twisted his body, stopped in the air, no longer dodged, and said quietly: "I wanted to chat with you a little more, to learn something about the Desolate Race, but it seems unnecessary."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shouted, "Come on sword!"

"Chi Chi Chi!—"

In an instant, hundreds of swords appeared in the space, and a huge sword power gathered in front of him, like a huge sword wall. With a sound of "bang", Yanxiu's palm hit the sword wall, causing a huge shock, but it was blocked, and he couldn't go any further.

"what?!"

Yanxiu's face changed drastically, he looked at the swords around him in horror, and then stared at the sword wall blocking his palm in front of him, with his eyes darkened, he said coldly: "What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "There is no need for people who are about to die to know."

As soon as the seal in his hand changed, the sword wall suddenly spread out, turning into hundreds of swords and piercing through it.

"Hey!" Yanxiu took a breath and hurriedly retreated.

His movement is very strange, leaving afterimages in the air, without distinguishing the authenticity from the false. But no matter how many afterimages there were, they were constantly chopped into pieces by the sword energy.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "Is this what you're talking about?"

As he said that, he waved his hand again, and thousands, tens of thousands of swords appeared again in the hazy white space. Looking around, there was no end in sight.

Every sword exudes the aura of a peerless swordsman, like tombstones standing in the void of this sea of ​​consciousness.

The light in Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned cold, and he held his five fingers empty. The thousand-thousand-thousand-sword immediately erupted slowly, like a shower of thousands of meteors, galloping across the sky, heading towards Yanxiu's strangulation.

"No! This is Taixuan..."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish his words, his body was twisted to pieces and completely ceased to exist.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, feeling an inexplicable bad premonition in his heart, and thought to himself: "This is Taixuan... Could it be that he recognized my martial soul? It shouldn't be."

Just when Yang Qingxuan was puzzled, somewhere in the Xutian Ancient Battlefield, Yanxiu opened his eyes from the meditation, full of shock and excitement, and said ecstatically: "The Taixuan Sword Chapter! It turned out to be the Taixuan Sword Chapter! Haha , What neither Big Brother nor Kunna got back then, unexpectedly appeared on a piece of blood-melting garbage, haha, God help me!"

After being excited for a while, he calmed down slowly, and said in thought: "I don't know where that kid is now. He only has a cultivation level of the Blood Transformation Realm. How could he be able to practice the Taixuan Sword Chapter? There must be something weird in it. Now The entire star field is dominated by the human race, and I don't know how many strong people there are outside, so I'd better restore the power first, and find our clan's sacred artifact, and then kill that kid to grab the Taixuan sword chapter."

After calming down, he held his breath, continued to close his eyes, and began to meditate.

...

In Yuming City, after Yang Qingxuan refined the essence and blood of Yanxiu, he directly transformed into the physique of the Desolate Clan, and began to practice the Void and Desolate Heaven Art. After a few days, he was dumbfounded. Humans need aura as well.

And how can there be waste in Yuming City?

It can only be supported by the only little wild pill, but this wild pill, the ancient crimson scorpion is still waiting to be eaten.

After practicing for a few days, it was impossible to continue practicing because of insufficient resources.

"It seems that we still have to go to the Xutian Ancient Battlefield."

Yang Qingxuan pondered, and thought to himself: "Without the power of heaven, you don't even have the qualifications to walk for thirty-three days. The second half of Qingyang Wujing is in Jiuchongtiandu, and where is Jiuchongtiandu? "

The size of the star field is incalculable, and even the powerhouses of the major planes don't know much about it.

He read all the information sent by Guan Peng, and only talked about the situation of the Immortal Continent one-sidedly. Regarding the entire star field, he still had a glimpse of the leopard and could not be comprehensive.

"The Great Luo Chamber of Commerce spans the sky and stars, and should have relatively comprehensive information, but Guan Peng's level may not be able to touch it. It seems that we have to find a way from Hua Qing."

After walking out of the Xuanye Continent, he felt like a frog in a well went out to sea. He knew that the world was immeasurably big, and there were as many powerful people in the world as there were sands in the Ganges River. He still had a long way to go.

Yang Qingxuan pondered for a while, then left the secret room, left the small courtyard, and headed for the city.

The repair of the teleportation array is still in full swing, but the Baihang Chamber of Commerce has completely shut down, and the task has been taken over by another city power, Lumingzong.

Gu Jianpai and Earth Spirit Sect were extremely unhappy when they saw their contribution to making wedding dresses for others, and their suppression of the Da Luo Chamber of Commerce eased a lot, which made the Da Luo Chamber of Commerce breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the large-scale open battle is gone, all kinds of small frictions and secret fights continue one after another. Even between the Gu Jian Sect and the Earth Spirit Sect, there are still constant battles. Now that the Luming Sect has joined in, it is even more undercurrent. The situation is complex and ever-changing.

Yang Qingxuan walked into the main shop of the Daluo Chamber of Commerce. The inside was very spacious, filled with various commodities, and there was an endless flow of customers, which was still very prosperous.

"My lord, do you need Xiaodie's help?" Seeing Yang Qingxuan, a girl greeted Yang Qingxuan with sweet words, her voice was so clear and crisp that it almost melted people.