Sitting quietly on a desolate and dead planet, Yang Xuan held the book of the demigods in his hand, but he was calculating the prayer ritual in his mind.

But according to his experience, I am afraid that this form may have a greater symbolic meaning, and in the end, it is still the ancient language of demigods.

However, in this book, there is also a record of the ancient language of the demigods, which is only a few words, and I don't know if it is feasible or not.

It is impossible to deduce the complete language and rituals, and Yang Xuan does not want to cultivate through demigods, he just wants to verify the thoughts in his heart.

His soul fell silent, following the method recorded in the texts, and uttered the voice of the demigod ancestor with only scales and half claws.

This is probably impossible for other people, but Yang Xuan is different, and his absolute control over the soul allows him to take advantage of this matter of communicating with the gods.

Gradually, he seemed to sense something different.

It seemed to be some strange aura of power, but it was unstable, like a dying man, letting out a final moan.

Yang Xuan felt strange in his heart, it was the first time he felt this kind of power aura.

As time passed, his figure seemed to disappear into the clouds and began to blur.

Slowly, he found himself in a strange place.

This place is a void, without stars and moons, and there is a gray patch on the left, right, and left, and you can't see anything clearly.

But Yang Xuan felt that there seemed to be something in front of him.

Yang Xuan dispersed his divine thoughts.

At this time, he finally saw clearly.

In front of him, there was a gray air mass, which was slowly fluttering, and its movements were extremely slow, like an old man in the twilight.

But what attracted Yang Xuan's attention was not the air mass itself, but the black chain that was wrapped around it one by one, and the other end was submerged into the void.

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.

He had seen this chain many times, but he felt that it was not as shocking and shocking as this one.

Can you create a star-like mass of air, wrapped in dark chains, like a prisoner?

Before seeing this situation, Yang Xuan would never have imagined that such a thing would happen.

For a moment, Yang Xuan was suspicious.

He had previously proved that the black chains were related to the wolf god of the Sky Wolf Clan, but now it seemed that his previous judgment was wrong.

I am afraid that the owner of this chain is someone else.

A little wolf god, I'm afraid he can't control an energy body bigger than himself.

After observing for a while, Yang Xuan tried to get close to the gray air mass.

However, on the outside of the air mass, there was a layer of vague and non-existent, light inky power, which completely cut off his divine thoughts, making it impossible for him to make effective contact with the air mass.

Yang Xuan's heart moved.

This pale inky power, he seemed to have seen not long ago.

In the Black Cloud Star, it was also this strange power that cut off his divine thoughts.

After observing for a while, in order not to startle the snake, Yang Xuan did not try again, but quietly retreated.

The lonely and desolate planet was as silent as ever, and the starry sky overhead was streaked by meteors from time to time.

Yang Xuan's eyes flickered.

At this moment, he inexplicably remembered the god of the Black Cloud Clan, the dark god, who had lost contact.

He had a feeling, as if he was wearing black chains, afraid that he was inextricably linked to the dark god.

After thinking about it for a while, he thought of the Terrans again.

If the demigods also had gods to worship, then does it mean that the Terrans also had them?

After thinking about it, he felt that he had to go back to the Terran and take a look.

Just do it when you think of it, Yang Xuan didn't stop, he got up, turned into a streamer, and disappeared directly into the starry sky.

......

Terran, one of the nine guards of the Imperial Court, above the Moon Crossing Star, Fang Rongxuan stood on top of a white stone tower, staring blankly at the sky.

The starry sky was still that starry sky, but for some reason, he felt that he couldn't read it.

It seems that everything is beyond his control, and this feeling of not being able to control the future makes him extremely uncomfortable.

He found that his arrangement for 10,000 years seemed to be falling into the void, and he didn't even know if he could wait until the day when the clouds would bloom.

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. He sighed.

Someone in the starry sky answered: "The clouds are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings." Pedestrians don't ask about the year, so the east of the country comes to Weishui. Fang Ge Lao is very Yaxing, but this last sentence is not a pedestrian to ask about the past, but he doesn't know if he is reminding himself, or is he reminding Yang?"

Fang Rongxuan was stunned for a moment, and watched as a star in the starry sky fell, landed in front of him, and turned into Yang Xuan's appearance.

Fang Rongxuan was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be the arrival of the Emperor Tianxuan, and it was a long way to go." Oh no, should I be called a Xuansheng?"

Yang Xuan smiled, as soon as he entered the range of the Imperial Court Star, he found Fang Rongxuan sighing here, and suddenly thought that maybe he knew some Terran secrets.

"The title is casual, Fang Ge Lao sighed through the ages, elegant is very elegant, but the meaning of this question, Yang doesn't understand. ”

Fang Rongxuan looked at Yang Xuan with a complicated expression, when he saw Yang Xuan for the first time that day, he would never have imagined that Yang Xuan would take such a short time to reach such an extent, so fast that all his plans could not catch up, it was definitely unexpected.

"Xuan Sheng is here just to ask this?" he asked.

"Of course not, it's just a whim when I saw Lord Fang sighing into the air. By the way, what about Zhang Zhongyang?"

"Brother Zhang has been missing for a long time, and I'm looking for him. Fang Rongxuan smiled bitterly.

Yang Xuan staggered this question and simply went straight to the point: "Yang has something unclear and wants to ask Master Fang for advice." ”

Fang Rongxuan probably knew what he was going to ask, and made a gesture of please: "Xuan Sheng, please." ”

Yang Xuan followed him down the tower and came to the next floor.

Adjacent to the window is a window with an unobstructed view of the starry sky, and the scenery is very elegant.

Fang Rongxuan poured a cup of tea for Yang Xuan and said: "I know what Xuansheng wants to ask, originally this was my plan with Zhang Zhongyang for ten thousand years, I can't say it, but now the plan can't catch up with the changes, Zhang Zhongyang is afraid that there will be more luck and less luck, and I may not have much time, if I don't say it again, I'm afraid I won't have a chance." ”

Yang Xuan leaned forward and said, "Listen to me." ”

Fang Rongxuan seemed to be organizing the language, and after being silent for a long time, he said leisurely: "Ten thousand years ago, Chen Yuanxi and Emperor Qingyao were born, dazzling everyone's eyes, at that time, the human race was extremely brilliant, but only Zhang Zhongyang and I knew that the day of the decline of the human race was not far away, Xuan Sheng knew why?"

Yang Xuan's eyes didn't blink, and he asked, "Why?"

"Because the Evil God Envoy found me and Zhang Zhongyang long before Yuan Xi and Qing Yao, Yan Dao The human race cannot have an emperor, otherwise the inheritance will be broken. ”

Yang Xuan listened carefully, stared at Fang Rongxuan and said, "Why?"

Fang Rongxuan sighed and said with a wry smile: "It's not that the human race can't have an emperor, but that there can't be an emperor who cultivates with the orthodox methods of the human race. ”

"Terran orthodox cultivation method?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.