Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Xuanzang squinted his eyes and nodded with a smile: "It will, don't worry, your life is worthless in my eyes."

Yan Chou had a sullen face, and his heart was extremely sad. He was a mid-level powerhouse of nine-star thousand realms. He was a world-shattering great man everywhere, but he did not expect to become someone else's puppet here.

He took a deep breath, staying dead, there may be a way to survive, and he can only choose to go forward.

As soon as his figure flashed, he rushed into the huge whirlpool behind the jade stele.

The vortex was the passage, like a huge black hole, under the surging of countless black lights, it wrapped Yan Chou and disappeared.

Zi Xin worried: "Can he take out Purgatory Red Moon?"

Yang Xuanzang was expressionless, and said calmly: "It's best to take it out. It doesn't matter if it can't be taken out."

Zi Xin's expression was a little weird. The person in front of her was Yang Qingxuan and not Yang Qingxuan, giving her a sense of intimacy and strangeness, making her a little confused.

The intimacy that happened that day made my cheeks flush, but I couldn't show it in front of this person.

She was inexplicably sullen and shy, so she turned to say: "I can't imagine that this world is so wonderful and that it has such a huge relationship with the ancestors of Van Gogh."

Yang Xuanzang suddenly said, "Do you know why Master Van Gogh called this world the first child?"

Zi Xin was stunned, and said smoothly: "The name is indeed a bit weird."

Yang Xuanzang raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and threw a jade slip over it.

Zi Xin took the jade slip and said, "What is this?" Subconsciously, she placed it on her forehead and swept it with her spiritual sense.

Yang Xuanzang didn't answer, closed his eyes slightly, and entered a state of meditation.

But the shock on Zi Xin's face became more and more serious.

After a while, he put the jade down, his face was dull.

Yang Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes and shot out two strange rays of light.

Zi Xin swallowed and asked: "This jade slip..."

Yang Xuanzang said: "Taken from this space, it should be the notes left by Van Gogh. There are more than 16,000 jade slips in this space. I selected more than 300 notes from them, and this is one of them. ."

Zi Xin calmed her mind and said, "Unexpectedly, this meant the first child."

It is recorded in Van Gogh's miscellaneous that the so-called first birth was actually the first universe born by the creation of immortal lotus, the world in which they belonged.

This universe has just been in the stage of infinity, and because of unknowable reasons, it died directly, becoming a strange space.

Van Gogh also got this news unintentionally. He suddenly realized that this might make him break through the opportunity of the eternal supreme, so he tried his best to find this world.

There is no record of the latter situation. The text on this ancient monument of Taiyu without words should be the last message left by Van Gogh.

Zi Xin said: "Unexpectedly, after the creation of the Immortal Lotus failed to create the world, it could actually create another universe."

Yang Xuanzang frowned and said in deep thought, "There are too many problems, too many doubts, too little we know, and we can't figure out our emotions for a while."

Zi Xin stunned: "What are the doubts?"

Yang Xuanzang said: "First of all, why did this universe fail to evolve? Second, where did Van Gogh get the news? Third, is this news only known to Van Gogh? Fourth, what opportunity did Van Gogh get here? Did he finally break through? And what I want to know most is fifth, is the creation of Immortal Lotus really dead?"

Zi Xin said in shock: "The creation of the immortal lotus should have passed away, otherwise the Brahma will not be allowed to die."

Yang Xuanzang pondered and said, "Perhaps."

Zi Xin heard the doubts in his tone, and began to doubt himself, as Yang Xuanzang said, it was inextricably linked and unclear.

Suddenly, Yang Xuanzang turned his face, showing a bright smile, and said: "The key to all this is that our strength is too low. As long as we continue to move forward, step into the ten-star, step into the eternal age, all mysteries will be in the end. It clearly shows before us."

Zi Xin was touched by the charming smile, but suddenly thought, no, this person is not Yang Qingxuan, immediately curbed his emotions, and nodded cautiously: "Yes, strength determines everything."

The two immediately sat down in front of the Taiyu Ancient Stele without Words, Yang Xuanzang took out a large number of jade slips and gold books and other materials, and read them together with Zi Xin.

After all, there is too much information, and Yang Xuanzang just read it in a hurry, and now he takes a rest to read it carefully, hoping to find more information.

Soon after, other strong men began to enter this palace one after another.

Feeling the chaotic energy flowing in the palace, I know what must have happened here.

When I saw Yang Xuanzang and Zi Xin in front of the palace, I was even more shocked.

But they quickly realized that since Yang Xuanzang and Zi Xin were here, there would definitely be no good things left for them.

The faces of these warriors were extremely ugly. Finally, they looked into the whirlpool behind the Taiyu No-Word Ancient Stele, revealing a pensive look, and carefully discussed something in the hall.

Yang Xuanzang and Zixin were no one beside them, reading the jade slips and gold books generously.

Suddenly, Yang Xuanzang stopped and whispered: "Be careful!"

With a wave of his hand, he collected all the jade slips and gold books.

Zi Xin reacted a little slower, but in an instant he also sensed a strong force gushing out of the black vortex.

The two are alert, are they coming out?

At this time, the rest of the warriors in the hall also felt the energy fluctuations and looked at the vortex together.

The huge rumbling sound of "rumbling" continued to be heard from inside, and a lot of cracks began to appear around the vortex.

Someone exclaimed: "The space is about to collapse!"

Yang Xuanzang showed his fiery eyes and looked inside the vortex, seeing farther than everyone else, a jet of dark energy surging like ink.

"No! Go away."

Yang Xuanzang sensed the horror of the ink energy, waved his hand and wrapped the purple heart with a flash of light, and the two disappeared into the hall.

The rest of the warriors hadn't reacted yet, and in the next instant they found that the vortex burst directly, and the indescribable terrible power swept the entire hall, and everyone was swallowed!

"what!--"

Various screams came one after another, but they were all swallowed up soon.

Yang Xuanzang and Zi Xin stood on the sky thousands of miles away, looking at the bottom in amazement. There was a huge void in which black ink continuously poured out, spreading thousands of miles in an instant, covering the earth.

The ink exudes an extremely evil aura, which is very similar to the heavy infant, and it is far more than one!

"One, two, three..."

Yang Xuanzang muttered, and soon discovered that there were thirty-four breaths, or even more.