In the quiet starry sky, the stellar brilliance scattered from the extreme distance brought a faint light to this dark universe.

But this little bit of light will definitely not dispel what is happening here.

When Yang Xuan repeated his old trick and found the white mist mass for the fourth time, as the will of the gods, the white shadow actually made an unprecedented move to escape.

It seems that the big losses suffered in the first three times finally taught her not very enlightened brain a hard lesson, and let it know the sinister nature of society.

But Yang Xuan is by no means a good lord, and he who has already sucked three-quarters of the power of this god will never give up his achievements.

Swish!

A bucket-thick white light shot straight through, forcing the temperature around them to plummet and the void froze.

But Yang Xuan's performance was not the same as before, he who had absorbed three-quarters of his strength, he had already understood this cold spiritual power and energy thoroughly, and he was immune to damage.

The white light hit Yang Xuan head-on, but it didn't cause much damage, but instead gave away an energy for nothing, allowing Yang Xuan to absorb it for free.

The white shadow retreated step by step, and it had just been born with wisdom, and it had already felt its end, but even so, it still couldn't change it.

In fact, before Yang Xuan completely absorbed it, he wanted to ask him how he broke through the spatial barrier and came here from the zero point world, but to his disappointment, no matter how he spoke, this guy just kept silent.

It is likely that the language function is not yet known.

The vortex reappeared, and the last bit of mist was absorbed, leaving only the white shadow, standing in the starry sky at a loss.

Having lost its body, its strength is not as good as before, and at this moment, in front of Yang Xuan, it really looks like a child.

"I'm sorry. ”

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and slowly approached the white shadow.

He didn't want to say more, the law of the jungle is the first rule of the universe, and it still applies to the gods.

But just as he wanted to swallow the white shadow in one gulp, an extremely strong energy fluctuation suddenly came from the starry sky in the distance.

After several devours, Yang Xuan's divine thoughts were even more powerful than before, and as he guessed, the strength of the main body and the first divine thought would directly act on the second divine thoughts, not only allowing the second divine thoughts to fully recover from their injuries, but also increasing their size several times and their strength was abundant.

The effect of this change is significant.

Long before the fluctuation came, Yang Xuan's divine thoughts made an early warning and fed back the scene over there.

Seven Purple Prisoners were rushing this way.

Yang Xuan swallowed the white shadow in front of him without hesitation, and let it turn into the last nourishment of the gods and integrate it into the divine soul.

His strength was constantly growing, but Yang Xuan quietly disappeared from the starry sky.

Within a few seconds, seven Purple Prisoners appeared here with shocked faces.

"What about the Ice God?" A purple prisoner looked around blankly with a frightened face, his body trembling.

The other Purple Prisoners also had the same expression, their eyes showing fear, and they were a little overwhelmed by the changes in front of them.

Yang Xuan, who was hidden on the side, did not appear, but only observed secretly.

It seems that these Purple Prison People have long known about the existence of this ice god they call it.

A few people investigated, but still didn't find anything, so they all hurriedly retreated, it seemed that they wanted to report the changes here as soon as possible.

Yang Xuan didn't plan to stop them, in fact, if he stopped them, I was afraid that he wouldn't get any effective information, so it was better to wait for him to go later in his original identity and see what that He Qinglian was looking for him.

Calculating the time, it's almost over, if you go all out, Bai Qi is afraid that he should go back and forth in the Terran Star Field.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Xuan ignored the matter here and left quietly.

After returning to the star field where the Purple Prison Star was located before, Yang Xuan escaped from the void, returned to his original appearance, and then crushed the star stator without hesitation.

A moment later, a strange wave came from the shattered star-fixer, as if a connection to something had been established, pointing somewhere.

Yang Xuan followed the strange connection, and after flying a dozen starry distances in a certain direction, the fluctuations stopped, and a planet loomed in front of him.

It was the Purple Prison Star.

Yang Xuan plunged headlong.

The Purple Prison Star was still quiet, and Yang Xuan fell silently.

A few minutes later, a familiar aura swept over from a distance.

It was He Qinglian.

He Qinglian, who was full of excitement, came to Yang Xuan, and without saying a word, she bowed her head.

"He Qinglian see Senior Brother. ”

Brother?

Yang Xuan was confused.

However, at this time, he is not Bai Qi, who came here before, but the Holy Venerable Yang Xuan, so he still has to do enough scenes.

"Who are you?" he asked hypocritically as he looked at He Qinglian.

"The junior sister's name is He Qinglian, and she is the daughter of the martial god. He Qinglian opened her mouth and said.

What the?

Yang Xuan was a little surprised.

Although he had long guessed that He Qinglian and the Martial God should have an inextricable relationship, what he didn't expect was that she was the daughter of the Martial God.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the He Yilian he saw when he was in the Martial God Star.

"What is your relationship with He Yilian?" he asked.

He Qinglian's face showed grief: "It's my sister." ”

"He Yilian is your sister?" Yang Xuan said in surprise.

He Qinglian nodded: "Yes, my father has two daughters, one is my sister Qinglian, and the other is me." ”

Yang Xuan's heart was full of suspicions, and he was about to ask again, He Qinglian said: "Senior brother, this is not the place to talk, you come with me." ”

With full of doubts, Yang Xuan followed He Qinglian through an endless jungle and came to a hidden courtyard hidden in the mountains.

There were no people in the courtyard, and even the tables were dusty, and it looked like no one had cleaned them for a long time.

He Qinglian waved her sleeves to wipe the dust off the tables and chairs, and said apologetically: "No one has been here for a long time, but it is extremely secret, and no one knows about it except me." ”

Yang Xuan was not a person who cared about these details, took out the jade plate engraved with four beads in his arms, put it on the table, stared at He Qinglian and said, "I need a reasonable explanation." ”

He Qinglian naturally knew what he was asking, and said, "Senior brother, please sit down, please listen to me in detail." ”

After Yang Xuan sat down, he said, "Tell me first, why do you call me senior brother?"

He Qinglian smiled and said, "You are a disciple of my father's martial god, according to the etiquette, I naturally want to call you senior brother." ”

Yang Xuan stared at her and said word by word, "When did I become a disciple of the Martial God?"

He Qinglian's gaze did not evade, and she looked at Yang Xuan: "Martial God Star, the Yang family of the Taiping City of Yan Kingdom, if it weren't for my father putting a cultivation seed into your body, I'm afraid there would be no famous Saint Venerable Yang Xuan today." ”

Yang Xuan's heart set off a stormy wave.

When he was young, what happened in the mountain behind the Yang family was the biggest secret in his heart, but today it was revealed by someone, which is incredible.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Xuan asked in a deep voice.