Cultivator In Martial God World

In Forgotten Land, under the huge glacier, a gap was suddenly opened in the originally calm space, and then Yang Xuan fiercely fell out of it.

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A mouthful of blood spouts wildly, Yang Xuan's face is like golden paper, and there is not even a trace of Spiritual Qi in his body.

Nascent Soul sitting in the void has shrunk to one-tenth of its original size, and its appearance has returned to the childhood of seven or eight.

Bursts of unbearable dizziness attacked Yang Xuan's nerves like a tide, causing him to turn black in front of him.

"zhi zhi, zhi zhi!"

A vague voice entered Yang Xuan's ears.

It’s Xiao Bing.

Yang Xuan felt relieved and could no longer resist the increasingly severe dizziness. After a wave of tide, his eyes finally went dark and fainted.

I don’t know how long it took. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on a huge piece of ice floe. Under the ice, there was a cold lake.

The faint Spiritual Qi radiated from the lake water and entered Yang Xuan's body.

"zhi zhi, zhi zhi!"

A cheerful voice came from his ears. Yang Xuan turned his head laboriously to see that Xiao Bing was jumping for joy beside him.

"You dragged me here?" Yang Xuan asked laboriously.

Xiao Bing's wisdom is no less than that of human beings, so he can naturally understand Yang Xuan's words, and hearing this cannot be nodded.

"Thank you!" Yang Xuan smiled wryly. This time he didn't know how long it would take him to wake up unless Xiao Bing dragged him to this place with weak Spiritual Qi.

Sitting up slowly, Yang Xuan began to drive the vortex in his body to absorb the Spiritual Qi from the outside.

His injury is not very serious. Under the influence of Wood Element Spiritual Qi, he has recovered almost, but in the end he used Yin-Yang Chaos as a full strength attack, plus he used ten times the loan The sword technique not only consumed the Spiritual Qi accumulated in his body for many years, but also caused Nascent Soul to be affected by borrowing the sword technique, and the cultivation base was greatly reduced.

Spiritual Qi can say that it takes some time at most to replenish it, but Nascent Soul’s problem is a bit difficult to handle.

His Nascent Soul can grow up to a juvenile appearance. I don't know how much Soul Power was spent to have today. At this moment, once he returned to the pre-liberation period, Yang Xuan's heart was bleeding.

In theory, Yang Xuan can absorb Soul Power to achieve the growth of Nascent Soul, but he always feels that this method has great drawbacks and is not desirable, so he has been resisting it subconsciously.

But at this time, when he was facing a critical moment, he found that he really didn't have other methods except to absorb Soul Power.

Soul Palace!

He has mysterious eyes and mutters to himself.

After Yang Xuan was in a coma, he was naturally unable to absorb Spiritual Qi on his own, so Spiritual Qi entered the body very slowly, but at this time, he was already awake, and the speed of absorbing Spiritual Qi was naturally incomparable, which was much faster .

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

His Spiritual Qi has recovered a bit, and movement is no longer a problem.

The Spiritual Qi here is very thin and not suitable for cultivation recovery. He needs to find another place.

But the time speed of Forgotten Land is not the same as that of the outside world. If he goes out now, he may just hit the muzzle of the blood corpse Old Ancestor.

He had known for a long time that the last blow of Yin-Yang Chaos would hardly cause any substantial damage to the blood corpse Old Ancestor, and it was very difficult to escape.

Old Ancestor of blood corpse! !

Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, but there was a hint of shock.

It turns out that this is True God Realm, this is true power.

My Tao is Heavenly Dao, and my heart is Tianxin.

True God Realm can be called True God Realm only if you master real power. This is a qualitative change, and this is a completely different field.

This is the peak power of this world.

Yang Xuan's eyes flashed.

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

Divine Transformation!

He needs to be promoted to the Divine Transformation Realm world.

"Xiao Bing, let's go." Yang Xuan greeted, picked up Xiao Bing, followed the hollow under the glacier, and flew up.

His destination is Yang Family.

His power at this time was less than one percent of the peak period, so he left Forgotten Land and met the blood corpse Old Ancestor again, fearing that it might be a bode ill rather than well.

……

Holy Mountain!

In the temple, the saint sitting in the darkness opened his eyes.

"Sir Saint, that's it. The blood corpse is still waiting in that place." There was a voice in the darkness, and in the dark, there were black cracks in the void.

The saint was silent. After a long while, a majestic voice came out: "You said Qingtian took out a weird weapon and got away?"

" Yes, the subordinates wanted to take action, but at the last minute, Green Heavenly Saint shipped out a butterfly-shaped weapon, sent out a power close to True God Realm, and walked under the eyelids of the blood corpse, probably entering the Forgotten Land ."

"Oh, it's also interesting, bauble is quite a lot." The saint's original majestic voice seemed to have a hint of amusement.

"My lord, the blood corpse Old Ancestor shot the green Heavenly Saint without authorization. It has seriously violated the holy law, and the subordinates request that the blood corpse Old Ancestor be sanctified." The voice in the dark said solemnly.

The faint voice of the saint rang: "No, with Qingtian's temper, if you kill the blood corpse, he might not appreciate it, so leave it to him to deal with it."

"But my lord, the Green Heavenly Saint has not broken through the True God Realm at this time, and I will meet the blood corpse again, I am afraid..."

"It's okay, I have a hunch, he will solve it by himself Of." The saint said.

The voice in the darkness was silent for a moment before he said: "Yes!"

The saint seemed to chuckle: "I know your worries, but if I didn't guess If it is wrong, Qing Tian is afraid that he has already made the idea of ​​the Soul Palace."

"Soul Palace?" The voice in the darkness was a little surprised.

"Yes, Qingtian has a special cultivation technique that needs to absorb a lot of soul power in order to cultivation. I observe his shots, I am afraid it is Soul Power that restricts his cultivation base. Once it is provided to him A lot of soul power, I'm afraid he will make a breakthrough immediately."

"The Soul Palace..." The voice in the dark hesitated for a moment, and did not say anything.

"Go, take that piece of the soul-suppressing branch to the soul hall, just say what I said, don't be stingy." The saint said indifferently.

"The soul-suppressing branch?" The voice in the dark seemed shocked: "Sir Saint, the soul-suppressing branch is too precious, I'm afraid..."

"No problem, a piece of town The soul branch is nothing more than a treasure here, but in the eyes of others, it is no different from a dead branch."

The voice in the dark wanted to say something, but the saint interrupted him and said: "That's right. , Qingtian got the Bing Palace’s sincerity technique a few days ago, but the sincerity technique he got is incomplete, incomplete. I have the complete sincerity technique here, you can give it to him."

Said Then, the saint did not see the movement, but a thin book flew into the darkness.

"Sir Saint, the subordinates don't understand, why didn't you give the sincere technique to the Green Heavenly Saint before?" the voice in the darkness asked.

"This strange art has a great background, it is not the inheritance of the ice palace. Naturally, there is a predestined method in it and cannot be forced. Moreover, this strange art is extremely bad for cultivation. Can his cultivation be successful? It's hard to say." The saint explained.

"The subordinate understands! The subordinate will make arrangements." The voice in the darkness said, and then gradually disappeared.

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

After a long while, he sighed leisurely, seeming to mutter to himself, and he seemed to say to someone: "There is not much time left for us!"