The carry-on world, a place of infinite bizarreness, all-encompassing, indescribable.

Yang Xian sat upright in it, running four volumes of heavenly books, repairing his own injuries.

After a long time, with a long breath exhaled, Yang Xiu slowly opened his eyes, and cyan light flashed in the void.

"It's finally recovered." Yang Xiu said with relief.

This time, Yang Xiu almost died in Huangquan.

Fortunately, when Yang Xiu was seriously injured and dying, the portable world included him in the origin space. With the world's origin to nourish, Yang Xiu was saved a small life.

Although Yang Xiu is not the master of the world in this small world, the small world is pinned on Yang Xiu's sea of knowledge, which is equivalent to Yang Xiu's magic weapon.

Therefore, seeing that Yang Xiu was almost dying, he carried the world with him, and instinctively included Yang Xiu in the world.

The origin space, the origin of a world, from the fragmented world, the small world, the half-plane, to the large world, and even the multiverse, is the most mysterious and inaccessible place for outsiders.

If the world is a person, the origin space is the sea of human consciousness.

If the monk opens the sea of consciousness, if he is not careful, he will be taken away; Similarly, if the world opens the origin space, there is a great possibility that it will be taken away and refined by powerful monks.

Originally, Yang Xiu had never entered the origin space of the world he was in, he always felt that there was a gap between him and the world he carried, which was somewhat similar to the World Tree he obtained, even now, he had not been able to learn more about this World Tree that could communicate with the heavens and all worlds.

This time, Yang Xiu entered the origin space of the portable world, which can be regarded as a new understanding of the world, the portable world created by his divine dragon was originally a fixed version of the small world that would not evolve, but with Yang Xiu's world tree stationed in it, in an instant, it evolved from the worst fragmented world to the topmost fragmented world, and it was only one step away from breaking through to the small world.

However, even if it is a step away, it is also a gap between heaven and earth, if it is calculated according to the space and time items provided by Yang Xiu, at least a hundred years, before you can barely step into the small world.

This time, the heavenly punishment of the Zhuxian World actually made his portable world, the newly born world instinct, have an idea, that is, to devour the Zhuxian World in order to evolve itself.

Of course, of course, there was no way for him to do it on his own, so he passed all the information to Yang Xiu and asked him, the so-called master, to find a way.

Will Yang Xiu have a way?

Of course not.

Yang Xiu was not the Heavenly Dao of the world with him, and he actually wanted to use the body of the half-hung fragment world to cross three levels and devour a thousand worlds like Zhu Xian.

Although Yang Xiu's portable world is vast, it is actually all virtual, and it is in exchange for reducing the solidity of the world space. His level is still only a top-level fragmented world. If it is a snake swallowing an elephant, is it possible, is it possible for an ant to swallow an elephant...

Moreover, if the portable world evolves into a small world, a small thousand worlds, then it will definitely give birth to world consciousness, that is, the Heavenly Dao. When the time comes, he will not be at ease.

Only when he cultivates to the realm of the primordial gods, and then refines the world consciousness, or splits the primordial gods, and refines him into an incarnation, will Yang Xiu rest assured, and from then on, he will do his best to help the world with him devour other worlds.

This time, Yang Xiu's injury recovered, and his cultivation in the middle of the Taiqing Dynasty became more and more solid, and several major exercises in his body were under the unification of the Book of Heaven, Yin and Yang were combined, fused into one, and converted at will.

Yang Xiu knew that next, if the plot remained the same, it would be that the beast god would come out of the mountain and cause trouble in the world!

Although there was the middle of the Taiqing Dynasty, Yang Xiu still felt that his strength was weak, the immortality of the beast god, the open hanging sword formation of Zhu Xian, and the heavenly dao of the Zhu Immortal world were all possible deadly threats to Yang Xiu.

Therefore, Yang Xiu felt that it was still necessary to open another middle thousand worlds, take advantage of the time difference, cultivate to a higher realm, and then come back to solve all the matters in the Zhuxian world at once.

But the rigorous Xianxia world is mostly the level of the world. Yang Xiu even poured all his faith into the crystallization, and he couldn't open it.

Therefore, after looking for a long time, Yang Xiu only found the world of Liaozhai.

Speaking of chatting, the most familiar is, of course, a Chinese ghost story. Judging from Yan Chixia's out-of-body spirit, Liao Zhai's force value is definitely not low, at least, in Zhu Xianli, even if it is the Taiqing realm, it is still explored in the practice of qi, the most fundamental yuan god in the immortal path, but it has never appeared, at most it is just witchcraft related to the three souls and seven spirits.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and dark clouds were gradually gathering on the horizon, thinking that heavy rain was coming, and night was coming.

The ancient walls and green tiles, antique, Yang Xiu walked on the street of Guobei County, Jinhua.

This time, he was not alone, Baguio, who was dressed in a water-green shirt, with a golden bell ringing softly when he walked, and a mysterious and sexy woman in a purple long skirt were holding Yang Xiu and strolling leisurely.

"Husband, it's too boring, I'd better go back to practice." After walking around for a while, Baguio, who was originally full of interest, got bored.

"yes." Youhime on the other side also said with disgust, there are few people on the street, most of them are sword-worn warriors searching for wanted criminals, and the roads on the street are not clean, there is garbage and rot everywhere, plus no one cooks, it exudes a strong sour and rancid smell.

After sending back the two of them, Yang Xiu could only act alone, but it was just right that he could go and find Nie Xiaoqian's painting.

This time, Yang Xiu traveled through the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, and of course, there must be other stories of chatting about fasting.

Just now, Yang Xiu and the others walked past the stall selling paintings, so Yang Xiu quickly arrived in front of the boss with the plaster.

Sure enough, I saw that the painting that Ning Caichen fell in love with at first sight in the plot was hanging on a shelf, and the beautiful woman who washed her hair on it was Nie Xiaoqian before her death, and she really had a bit of temperament.

Today's Yang Xiu is not the hungry and thirsty young man who saw people back then, he has cultivated the Tao for many years, practiced the demons for many years, and the righteous path fairies and demon sect demon girls who died in his hands are not a few.

Yang Xiu asked the price, bought the painting, inquired, and then walked towards Lanruo Temple.

Out of the county seat, Yang Xiu changed his way to flying, controlled the Xuanhuo Jian, turned into a firelight, and flew in the direction of Lanruo Temple.

Without the Blood Devouring Bead, the Xuanhuo Jian became the main magic weapon used by Yang Xiuxin.

Yang Xiu flew for less than ten minutes, and a dilapidated ancient temple appeared in front of Yang Xiu.

In the dim sky, there is still some light, in front of Yang Xiu, a dilapidated stone tablet is engraved with three quaint characters of Lanruo Temple.

In front of it, there are stone statues of the Four Heavenly Kings, exposed in broad daylight, and some places have been damaged, I don't know how much wind and rain they have experienced.

Yang Xiufei fell in front of Lanruo Temple, looked at the day that was about to rain, and Shi Shiran stepped into Lanruo Temple.

As soon as he entered the hall, Yang Xiu saw a gray-clothed bearded man with a sword box on his back, munching on a baked cake with relish.