Du Ruo said, "These are the signs of the Desolate Qi entering your body. Although it's painful, it's extremely beneficial to your cultivation. Everyone, try your best to endure it. However, if you really can't take it, don't force it, lest you fall here."
Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "That's right. This is a test of one's Dao Heart. As for the danger, if you're really afraid, you can just turn around and leave. "
Only then did everyone settle down and focus on their cultivation.
"Bang!"
Just as they sat down, another student was sent flying by the strange power of space. He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the yellow sand, which was instantly sucked clean, leaving no trace behind.
That student's face was pale. He hurriedly got up and ran back with a fearful expression.
The others saw this. Although they were afraid, no one made a sound. They all quietly cultivated, trying to feel the Desolate Qi.
Yang Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the path they came from. A figure gradually walked in. It was Zhao Sihan.
Chen Zhen and the others also noticed, and they all looked at Yang Qingxuan for guidance.
Zhao Sihan's face was flushed red. It was obvious that blood had rushed to his head. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body was trembling violently.
Yang Qingxuan was secretly shocked. After taking a full blow from him, Zhao Sihan was still able to stand up and pass through the black-patterned ancient path. It seemed that Zhao Sihan was indeed capable. Furthermore, he was extremely dangerous and could not be tolerated.
Killing intent flashed in Yang Qingxuan's heart, but he shook his head slightly at Chen Zhen and the others, indicating that they could not fight here.
He had already been warned by Qing Buli. If they fought again, even Lu Jiangpeng would not be able to protect him. He would definitely be stripped of his qualifications.
Chen Zhen and the others understood and stared at Zhao Sihan vigilantly for a while.
Seeing that he had very obediently found a place to sit down and cultivate in the distance and did not dare to provoke them again, they ignored him and calmed down to cultivate.
Yang Qingxuan also retracted his gaze and looked at the ground. It was all fine sand, and the black-patterned stone slabs were gone.
He pondered and thought to himself, "The black-patterned stone slabs must have been laid out by the school's experts in the past. They used a powerful formation to resist the strange power here, and thus created such a cultivation ground."
He bent down and grabbed the fine sand. His face suddenly changed.
The sand was extremely heavy and as hard as iron. An unfathomable power fluctuated from the sand.
Yang Qingxuan clenched his fist, and the sand slid off his fingertips with a sizzling sound. Tiny scratches appeared on his skin.
"What a strange sand. The Boundless Universe is ever-changing. Humans are truly too insignificant."
Yang Qingxuan's heroic spirit filled his chest as he thought to himself, "As long as I continue on the path of martial arts, I will be able to reach the pinnacle of the universe one day and become the ruler of this Firmament Star Field."
At that moment, he did not think too much. Like the others, he sat on the ground and formed seals with his hands.
Just as he formed the seals and activated the Qingyang Martial Scripture, he felt a wave of fluctuation coming at him.
Under the fluctuation, the surrounding environment in the visualized world changed. All the students disappeared, and he was the only one left in the vast land.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and hurriedly opened his eyes. The hundreds of students were still there, and there was no change at all. He was shocked, "Why is there an illusion?"
In front of him, a large number of students were covered in a thin layer of yellow sand. Their skin had turned yellow, and even Su Ying and the other girls had changed color.
Many people were breathing heavily, and their faces were filled with pain. Some people were bleeding from their seven orifices, but they were still bitterly holding on.
Yang Qingxuan thought, "It seems that they have also entered their own visualized world."
He closed his eyes again and instantly sank into the barren land. The scene was almost the same as the Ancient Desolation area, but there were no living creatures. He was the only one left in the vast land.
In this extreme desolation, his entire body was in a kind of extreme silence. The strange fluctuation came again, as if the air was wrapping around his body, making it difficult for him to activate his martial arts.
"Perhaps it is this kind of pressure that can greatly increase the strength of the body and cultivation."
After Yang Qingxuan thought, he began to activate the Qingyang Martial Scripture. Every time the origin power circulated, the difficulty level doubled.
After just five cycles, his forehead was already covered in sweat.
"What a terrifying suppression. If I can stay in this place for a year or so, I might be able to directly enter the Jade Bone Realm."
Yang Qingxuan was thinking when he suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears. It was as if there was a soft voice mixed in the wind, blowing over.
The voice was resentful and admiring, as if weeping and complaining. The lingering sound lingered, like a hidden dragon dancing in a deep ravine, like a woman crying on a lonely boat.
"What's that sound?!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He opened his eyes slightly and couldn't help but tremble. He hurriedly stood up from the ground.
"What's going on?"
The endless desert was where he was before, but all the students were gone. He was the only one left in this world.
"This is … the state of mind?!"
Yang Qingxuan instantly reacted. The place he was in now was not the real world, but his own spiritual altar and sea of consciousness!
"How did I appear in the sea of consciousness, and how do I get out?"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Moreover, the barren air from afar was faintly resentful and carried a ghost-like cry, which made him even more alert.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the horizon. Yang Qingxuan looked over and couldn't help but change his expression. He saw a black layer of clouds and a sky full of yellow sand rushing in his direction.
"Damn, this is my own sea of consciousness. How can such a terrifying thing appear?!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and his face instantly turned pale.
The core of the yellow sand tornado was hundreds of feet wide. The wind reached up to thousands of feet away. There was no way to avoid it.
"Damn!"
Yang Qingxuan cursed and turned around to run away. "Damn, wake up, get out of the sea of consciousness quickly! What the f * ck! "
The speed of the wild sand was extremely fast. It went straight to the sky and caught up with Yang Qingxuan in the blink of an eye. They were less than hundreds of feet apart.
Yang Qingxuan desperately ran and hit his head as he ran. He shouted, "Wake up, wake up, get out of the sea of consciousness quickly!"
However, in just a few breaths, his feet left the ground and were rolled up by the wind of the yellow sand. He completely lost control of his body and was swept into the wild sand.
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He hurriedly curled his body into a ball and covered his head with his hands. In the whole tornado, he was like a leaf. He couldn't control himself and didn't know where to go.
"Rumble!"
His ears were full of the sound of the wild wind. Soon, he fell into a state of deafness and couldn't hear anything outside.
Countless fine sand hit his body like thousands of needles, which was extremely painful.
Finally, after an unknown period of time, the wind began to weaken. Yang Qingxuan slowly recovered some of his senses and fell to the ground from the eye of the tornado.
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