In the Forgotten Land, under the huge glacier, the originally peaceful space suddenly cracked open, and then, Yang Xuan fell out of it fiercely.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, Yang Xuan's face was like gold paper, and there was not even a trace of aura in his body.

The Yuan Infant sitting in the void has shrunk to one-tenth of its original size, and its appearance has returned to when it was a child of seven or eight years old.

Bursts of unbearable dizziness hit Yang Xuan's nerves like a tide, making him can't help but feel black in front of his eyes.

"Squeak, squeak!"

A vague voice came into Yang Xuan's ears.

It's Xiaoice.

Yang Xuan's heart was relieved, he could no longer resist the increasingly serious dizziness, and after a wave of tide, his eyes finally darkened and he fainted.

I don't know how long later, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on top of a huge ice floe, and under the ice was a cold lake.

A faint aura emanated from the lake water and entered Yang Xuan's body.

"Squeak, squeak!"

A cheerful voice came from his ears, and Yang Xuan turned his head with great effort to see that Xiaoice was jumping next to him.

"You dragged me here?" Yang Xuan asked with difficulty.

Xiaoice's wisdom is no less than that of humans, and naturally he can understand Yang Xuan's words, and he can't help but nod when he hears it.

"Thank you!" Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, if it wasn't for Xiaoice dragging him to this place with a weak aura this time, he didn't know how long it would take him to wake up.

Slowly sitting up, Yang Xuan began to drive the vortex in his body to absorb the aura from the outside world.

His injuries were not very serious, and he had recovered almost under the effect of the wood aura, but in the end, he struck with all his strength with yin and yang, and he used ten times the borrowing swordsmanship, which not only made the aura accumulated in his body for many years exhausted, but also because of the borrowing of swordsmanship, Yuan Ying was also affected, and his cultivation was greatly reduced.

Reiki is easy to say, at most, it takes some time to replenish it, but the problem of Yuan Ying is a little difficult to handle.

His Yuan Ying can grow into a teenager, I don't know how much soul power it took to get to where he is today, and once he returned to before liberation, Yang Xuan's heart was dripping blood.

It stands to reason that Yang Xuan can completely absorb soul power to achieve the growth of Yuan Ying, but he always felt that this method had great drawbacks and was not advisable, so he subconsciously kept resisting.

But at this time, when he was facing a life-and-death situation, he found that he really seemed to have no other way than to absorb soul power.

Soul Palace!

His eyes were strange and he muttered to himself.

After Yang Xuan fell into a coma, he naturally couldn't absorb the aura on his own, so the speed at which the aura entered his body was very slow, but at this time, he had already woken up, and the speed of absorbing the aura was naturally not the same, and it was much faster.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and stood up.

His aura had recovered a bit, and it was no longer a problem to move.

The aura here was very thin, and it was not suitable for cultivation and recovery, so he needed to find another place.

But the speed of time in the Forgotten Lands is not the same as that of the outside world, and if he goes out now, he is afraid that he will just hit the muzzle of the Blood Corpse Ancestor.

He had long known that the final blow of the Yin and Yang Chaos would hardly cause any substantial damage to the Blood Corpse Ancestor, and it would be very difficult to escape from it.

Blood Corpse Ancestor!!

Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, but they contained a hint of shock.

It turns out that this is the true god realm, and this is the real power.

My way is the way of heaven, and my heart is the heart of heaven.

True God Realm, mastering the true power, can be called the True God Realm, this is a qualitative change, this is a completely different realm.

This is the pinnacle of power in this world.

Yang Xuan's eyes flashed.

At this moment, his thirst for power reached its peak.

Avatar!

He needs to be promoted to the god realm.

"Xiaoice, let's go. Yang Xuan greeted, picked up the Xiaoice, and flew up along the hollow under the glacier.

His destination was the Yang family.

His strength at this time is less than one percent of what he was in his heyday, and he dared to leave the Forgotten Land and meet the Blood Corpse Ancestor again, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

......

Holy!

In the temple, the Sage, seated in the darkness, opened his eyes.

"Lord Sage, that's it, the bloody corpses are still waiting in that place. "There was a voice in the darkness, and faintly, a black crack could be seen in the void.

The Sage was silent, and after a long while, an incomparably majestic voice came out: "You said that Qingtian took out a strange weapon and ran away?"

"Yes, the subordinates originally wanted to make a move, but at the last moment, the Qingtian Holy Son transported a butterfly-shaped weapon, emitted a power close to the True God Realm, and walked under the noses of the blood corpse, probably entering the Land of Oblivion. ”

"Oh, it's interesting, there are a lot of gadgets. There seemed to be a hint of amusement in the Sage's originally majestic voice.

"My lord, the Blood Corpse Ancestor has taken action against the Qingtian Holy Son without authorization, and he has seriously violated the Holy Law, and his subordinates have requested that the Blood Corpse Ancestor be punished by Holy Judgment. The voice in the darkness said solemnly.

The sage's faint voice sounded: "No need, with Qingtian's temper, if you kill the blood corpse, I'm afraid he won't appreciate it, just leave it to him to deal with it himself." ”

"But my lord, the Qingtian Holy Son has not yet broken through the True God Realm at this time, and if he encounters a blood corpse again, I am afraid it will be ......"

"It doesn't matter, I have a hunch that he will solve it himself. The Sage said.

The voice in the darkness was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes!"

The Sage seemed to chuckle: "I know your worries, but if I'm not mistaken, at this time, Qingtian, I'm afraid that he has already made the idea of the Soul Palace." ”

"Soul Temple?" the voice in the darkness was a little startled.

"Yes, Qingtian has a special technique that requires absorbing a large amount of soul power to cultivate, I observe his move, I'm afraid it is the soul power that limits his cultivation, once he is provided with a large amount of soul power, I'm afraid he will immediately make a breakthrough. ”

"Where is the Soul Palace......" The voice in the darkness hesitated for a moment, not continuing.

"Go ahead, take that piece of soul suppression branch to the soul hall, and just say what I said, don't be stingy. The Sage said lightly.

"Soul Suppression Branch?" The voice in the darkness looked shocked: "Sage, the Soul Suppression Branch is too precious, I'm afraid it's ......"

"It's okay, it's just a soul branch, it is a treasure in us, but in the eyes of others, it is no different from a dead branch. ”

The voice in the darkness was still about to say something, but the Sage interrupted him and said, "By the way, Qingtian obtained the Ice Palace's Sincerity Technique a few days ago, but the Sincerity Technique he obtained is a fragment and incomplete. I've got the complete sincerity technique here, and you'll find a way to give it to him. ”

As he spoke, the Sage did not move, but a thin booklet flew into the darkness.

"Lord Sage, my subordinates don't understand, why didn't they hand over the Sincerity Technique to the Blue Sky Holy Son before?" asked a voice in the dark.

"This magic has a lot of origins, it is not the inheritance of the Ice Palace, it naturally has its fate in it, and it can't be forced, and this magic is extremely difficult to cultivate, whether he can succeed in cultivation is still difficult to say. The Sage explained.

"The subordinates understand! The subordinates will make arrangements. The voice in the darkness said, and then faded away.

After the voice in the darkness disappeared, the Sage sitting on the throne still did not move, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he sighed leisurely, as if muttering to himself, as if to say to someone: "There is not much time left for us!"

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