Chapter 882 Do Your Best and Discover Something

"What do you guys think about this matter?" Yang Qingxuan stared at Zhuang Quan and asked everyone in the star ring when he saw that he disappeared from sight.

"The art of the dark night is indeed very strange. The person possessed by Zhuang Quan should be an outsider in my opinion. If he is in the place of trial, there is no need for him to be possessed. He can come directly to the deity." I've taught you how to be a human being. If you want to know the identity of this person, you may have to find the answer from Zi Yuan." Hua Jieyu analyzed.

"But, I don't know anything. I haven't even come into contact with members of the Dark Night Clan." Zi Yuan was confused.

"I'm afraid this matter has something to do with your identity." Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, and said: "The man said that he is a friend now, at least in the short term, so don't worry too much. If there is any danger, just go out and leave the Black Sea. The world It’s so big, it might not be that easy for these people from the Night Clan to find me.”

"The Dark Night Clan has been one of the top eight in the Middle Ages and disappeared in the star field. It turns out that they have been hiding in the Black Sea. What are they doing?" Ning Jiazi also showed deep doubts.

"I hope to find the false dao pattern as soon as possible without making too many twists and turns." Yang Qingxuan sighed, then turned and fled.

After coming to the Black Sea, you will know how big the world is.

After stepping into the heavenly position, one realizes that the Tao is endless.

Half a day later, Yang Qingxuan found Huazhang and others on a hillside.

Many disciples sat cross-legged on the ground, exercising their kung fu to heal their injuries, forcing the air of the dark night out of their bodies. A little bit of black air overflowed from the palm, turning into thick water like ink, dripping on the ground, corroding one piece.

These disciples were only sprayed by the black air from Zhuang Quan's body, and not much remained in their bodies.

And the disciple who had been sucked by Zhuang Quan looked haggard and frightening, and his previously pale face continued to turn black.

Hua Zhang and a few others sat around him, continuously pouring true energy into his body, suppressing the power of the dark night, and trying to force it out, but the effect was extremely low.

Yuan Kui folded his hands on his chest, looking at the disciple's state coldly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master Qingxuan."

When all the disciples saw Yang Qingxuan, they were overjoyed and rushed to meet him.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at him, then fell on the disciple, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Huazhang was maintaining the flow of zhenqi, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. The muscles in the body are all stiff, the meridians are withered, the blood is dry, and the qi of the dark night is so strong that it can't be forced out at all."

The disciple suddenly opened his eyes wide, a pure black light shot out from his eyes, his whole body suddenly turned black, and he shouted, "No! I don't want to die!" Shock out of the body.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several people around, including Huazhang, were shocked and dispersed.

The disciple suddenly stood up, with a fierce light in his eyes, and shouted: "I don't want to die! Save me, save me!"

His face was contorted badly, and the muscles on his face and body were visibly shriveled, like a zombie, except for his eyes shining, his whole body was shrouded in a layer of black air.

"Whoosh!"

This disciple suddenly moved, rushed to the side like lightning, grabbed another disciple, and shouted in his mouth: "Give me back my life, I want to live, I want to live!"

The disciple was so frightened that his legs went limp and he almost knelt down.

Yang Qingxuan's figure flashed, he grabbed the disciple's hand, sighed, and said: "Everyone wants you to live, and everyone wants to save you, but... everyone has tried their best."

The disciple shot fierce and terrified gazes in his eyes, and said frantically: "No! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" The other hand slammed at Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it with another hand.

The disciple pushed hard with both hands, and the black air in his withered hands flowed like a meridian.

Yang Qingxuan frowned. This disciple's cultivation base was only in the late stage of Nirvana, and it was impossible for him to have such great strength. It made him feel quite strenuous even in the realm of the Holy Body Reality.

And this disciple's face became more and more ferocious, like a ghost.

Huazhang was surprised at the side: "Master Qingxuan, what... what should I do?"

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "We can only send him on the road."

Everyone is silent.

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Qingxuan shook the disciple away, and then slapped his palm, a ball of flames shot out under the brilliance, and with a "boom", the disciple was shattered, exploded like fireworks, and then burned to ashes.

Yuan Kui kept watching coldly, and suddenly said, "Where's the person from the Dark Night Clan?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Escaped."

Yuan Kui frowned lightly, but said nothing.

"Let's go." Yang Qingxuan turned around and disappeared into the light.

The ferryman disciples calmed down and hurriedly followed.

...

In Yunxiu Palace, in a dark secret room, you can't see your fingers.

Suddenly, the darkness in the entire secret room, like a stream of light, poured out into the middle, forming a funnel-shaped vortex above the secret room.

Below is a man in a black robe. All the dark light was sucked into his body, and the secret room became brighter.

The man slowly opened his eyes, shooting a joyful and sharp light.

"Finally back, is it to die, or to change this era?"

"You want me to inherit your will, but I don't agree with your will. Yaheng, is it worth sacrificing all of this? In my heart, you are the king of the night clan in this era."

The man sighed, raised his head, and looked into the distance with his deep and bewitching eyes, as if he could see through this secret room.

...

In Bailuzhou, somewhere in the sky, a huge glass-colored enchantment is slowly opening, emitting thousands of beams of light, washing the sky.

In the center of this enchantment, on a small hillside, there is a five-color magic circle that is constantly rotating. Yang Qingxuan is standing in the center of the magic circle, and the other four people are separated in four directions.

The five people are all ten-finger seals, and their bodies are radiant and intertwined.

Suddenly, the brows of the five people frowned slightly, as if they had sensed something.

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, the seal in his hand changed, and then he put it down gently, drawing the light from his body into his body, and the other four also retracted the seal. After the five-light glazed world in the sky suddenly turned prosperous, it also disappeared in an instant.

All the disciples looked at the five of them, eagerly anticipating the result.

The five people looked in one direction at the same time, and Yang Qingxuan displayed his piercing eyes, looking at the direction in the distance, thinking about something.

"This level of light pattern induction should not be a fake dao pattern." Yang Qingxuan made a judgment after thinking for a while.

"At that time, the feeling was very obvious. Even if it wasn't a false dao pattern, it was very likely to be a historical site or something. Do you want to go and see it?" Huazhang suggested.