Heavenly God Mnemonic

Under the Kunlun Mountains.

The gloomy underground palace is endless, and the only light source is the billions of stars venting from the huge crack above.

Dozens of ancient bronze pillars with a height of one hundred meters stand in this vast void, like the tombstones of peerless powerful men, straight into the sky.

"... Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one."

"Sure enough, it is eighty-one miles in the universe. It starts with one and ends with ten. The cycle is endless, without borders, and the sequence is not chaotic."

On a copper pillar, there was a person standing silently with a star on his back.

He couldn't see his face clearly, but he saw his eyes twinkling as he scanned the dim ancient hall.

In the vented starlight, the appearance of the underground palace is vaguely visible, like the formation of sacrifices to the heavens of ancient emperors.

There are eighty-one ancient bronze pillars outside, staggered all around. On each ancient bronze pillar, there are iron chains like a python gathering in the middle, going straight into a misty void.

The inside is stretched out by the cross fish thread, and there are occasionally four sun **** patterns, corresponding to the eight directions of Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun.

The underground palace was cold, and the cold air followed the copper pillars.

The figure on the copper pillar raised his hand to pinch the tactics to dispel the cold air, but could not dispel the loneliness hidden in those eyes.

Suddenly the man's face changed slightly, and a burning sensation spread from his left shoulder, like the fire of hell, burning all over his body.

A fire cloud mark pierced through the left shoulder, revealing a blood-like red glow!

"Have you sensed it too?"

Yang Qingxuan laughed at himself, somewhat desolate.

This mark appeared when he was six years old, and accompanied him for twenty-four years.

From being unfamiliar to being famous, he was born to death, aspiring to the great master of Chinese martial arts, this mark brought him supreme glory and power, but it also swallowed his body like a devil.

"This underground palace is hidden under the Kunlun Mountains. Is it my fateful place?"

Yang Qingxuan coughed in excitement, and a sickly blush appeared on his face, "Great Master for thirty years, I don't know who is in my dream? It's ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!"

As the mood fluctuated, the power of the imprint burned his limbs and corpses wildly, and Yang Qingxuan frowned in pain.

"Success and defeat! This is my last chance. I must find my own life experience and find the answer to this mark!" He sighed, ran wildly on the chain, and swept into the inner formation with a few breaths. .

Over the years, he even had a conjecture, as if this body was never his own. With the appearance of the underground palace in the dream, this feeling became stronger.

Suddenly his footsteps stagnated. Because he stopped too quickly, his true energy poured into his feet, and the iron rope clanged.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils suddenly zoomed in and saw an unforgettable scene in this life!

The inner formation is vast, as if being in another space. On the ground like a plain, hundreds of millions of huge monsters were pierced by iron cables, locked in the center of the inner formation, crawling on the ground!

The place where ten thousand beasts worshipped was a huge beast with a height of one hundred meters, with his hands resting in front of him, his weathered eyes, looking at the surging sky of ink clouds, empty and godless.

Yang Qingxuan's body stiffened for a while, and he recovered after a few minutes.

This battle is too terrifying, all the monsters have been added to death, like a ritual sacrifice!

He turned to fight for three thousand miles, one sword once blocked a million soldiers and stepped through the green hills and red cliffs, but has he ever seen such a strange and terrifying scene? !

Yang Qingxuan's gaze fell in front of the monster, his gaze stagnated.

In the palm of the monster, holding a silver compass, it was beautifully shining with silver light.

Yang Qingxuan moved slightly in his heart, stepped on the void, fell on the palm of the monster in a few steps, and looked carefully:

The compass is lustrous and transparent, with complicated formations portrayed on the outside and on the inside, with dots of silver light in it, ethereal and beautiful. Against the backdrop of the jet black tray, the shattered silver in the tray was even more radiant.

The most shocking thing is that the silver white dots are not embellished, but are directly projected from the compass under the influence of the heavens and stars!

Yang Qingxuan was lost for a while, staring at the billions of galaxies in the compass, thinking inexplicably, a noun suddenly appeared in his mind, and blurted out: "Xingyu Pan!"

Before seeing this thing, I had never heard of the word "Xingyu Pan".

Shocked in Yang Qingxuan's heart, he lifted his hand up like a lost soul, and gently touched the Xingyu plate, a cold feeling passed into his hand.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the left shoulder, as if the soul had been pulled out of the body.

Behind Yang Qingxuan, there was a ray of light rushing straight up, turning into purple awns and spreading out, and the big sun was like a wheel, radiating anger.

The body of the billions of giant beasts shattered under the purple clouds, turned into dust and dispersed.

Yang Qingxuan's complexion was pale, and the power of the imprint finally got out of control, and the rays of the sun drew the stars, lowered the Brahma thunder fire, and hit him.

In an instant, the Milky Way shone and sparks spread in the underground palace.

In this world-destroying power, a tall phantom loomed, not discerning his face, but standing arrogantly in the world, looking up at the stars.

On this day, the Kunlun Ruins rocks collapsed, shaking the sky and the earth.

Above the cloud on the top of the mountain, a silver beam of light rose into the sky, straight into the Hongmeng universe!