In the vast whiteness, a strong wind suddenly blew. Following that, a blurry figure appeared. "Strange, you are only at the Blood Transformation realm. How did you discover me?"
The voice was filled with doubt, contempt and undisguised superiority.
Yang Qingxuan locked onto him with his perception and sneered, "Isn't this easy to understand? It just means that you are trash. "
The voice said, "This drop of blood essence was given to Feng Yangqiu by me. Feng Yangqiu was at the Heaven realm, so he probably wouldn't have been killed by you. His son must have died in your hands."
Yang Qingxuan's body trembled. Recalling the Scarlet Archaeoscorpion's words, he exclaimed, "You are Yan Xiu?!"
The voice froze and turned cold, "I never expected that trash Feng Hui. So what if he's dead? He even confessed to me. It looks like you can't be left alive."
As he spoke, the figure flashed and appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan. He slammed his palm towards Yang Qingxuan's chest.
The palm's momentum was shocking. Countless terrifying auras swirled together, enveloping a radius of a thousand feet.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan see the person's appearance. On his cold face, his facial features were distinct. He looked similar to the Desolate race puppet he had slapped. His body emitted a strange evil aura.
With a step, his body turned into a fallen leaf as he retreated backwards.
Yan Xiu rushed forward once again. His palm fluttered in the air like a butterfly. After flipping a few times, it maintained a distance of a foot from his chest.
Yang Qingxuan frowned and coldly said, "This is my Spiritual Altar Sea of Knowledge. Do you still want to kill me?"
"Haha." Yan Xiu did not hide his contempt as he mocked, "Isn't it easy to kill a mere Blood Transformation realm cultivator like you? Do you think I'm trash like Feng Hui? "
Yang Qingxuan immediately twisted his body and stopped in midair. He no longer dodged and quietly said, "I wanted to chat with you a little more to understand the Desolate race. It looks like there's no need for that."
Saying that, he raised his hand and shouted, "Swords, come!"
"Chi! Chi! Chi! "
Instantly, more than a hundred swords appeared in the air. A powerful sword might condensed in front of him, like a gigantic sword wall. With a "Peng", Yan Xiu's palm struck the sword wall, causing a huge tremor. However, it was blocked and could not penetrate any deeper.
"What!?"
Xiu Xiu's expression changed greatly as he looked at the swords around him in shock. He then looked at the wall of swords that blocked his palm and coldly asked, "What kind of divine ability is this?"
Yang Qingxuan said coldly, "Someone who is about to die doesn't need to know."
With a change of his hand seals, the sword Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu, Xiu!
"Hah!" Yan Xiu sucked in a breath of cold air and hurriedly leaped back.
His movement technique was very strange, leaving behind afterimages in the air. It was impossible to tell if he was real or fake. However, no matter how many afterimages there were, they were constantly shattered by the sword qi.
Yang Qingxuan sneered, "Is this what you meant by 'easy'?"
Saying that, he waved his hand again, and thousands of swords appeared in the white hazy space. There was no end in sight.
Every sword exuded the aura of a peerless swordsman. They were like tombstones, standing in the void of this Knowledge Sea.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned cold. He clenched his fist, and the thousands of swords immediately burst out with divine light. Like a meteor shower, they sped through the sky, strangling Yan Xiu.
"No! This is Taixuan … "
"Boom!"
Before he could finish his words, his body was crushed and completely ceased to exist.
Yang Qingxuan frowned. He had an inexplicable bad feeling. He thought to himself, "This is Taixuan … Did he recognize my Martial Soul? That shouldn't be the case. "
While Yang Qingxuan was puzzled, somewhere in the Void Heaven Ancient Battlefield, Yan Xiu opened his eyes from meditation. Full of shock and excitement, he exclaimed, "Taixuan Sword Scripture! It's actually the Taixuan Sword Scripture! Haha, the thing that Big Brother and Kunna couldn't obtain back then actually appeared in the hands of a Blood Transformation Realm trash. Haha, the heavens are really helping me! "
After being excited for a while, he slowly calmed down and pondered, "I don't know where that kid is now. He's only in the Blood Transformation Realm. How can he cultivate the Taixuan Sword Scripture? There must be something strange. Now that the entire Star Field is dominated by the human race, I have no idea how many experts there are outside. I should recover my strength first and find my race's sacred artifact. Then I'll kill that kid and steal the Taixuan Sword Scripture. "
After calming down, he kept his composure and continued to close his eyes, entering a meditative state to cultivate.
…
In Jade Radiant City, Yang Qingxuan had refined Yan Xiu's essence blood and transformed into the Desolate Race's physique. He began to cultivate the Void Desolate Heaven Art. After a few days, he was dumbfounded. This cultivation technique required a large amount of Desolate Qi, just like how the human race required Spiritual Qi.
How could there be Desolate Qi in Jade Radiant City?
He could only rely on a small amount of Desolate Pills. However, the Crimson Archaeoscorpion was still waiting to eat these Desolate Pills.
After cultivating for a few days, he could no longer cultivate due to the lack of resources.
"It seems that I still have to go to the Void Ancient Battlefield."
Yang Qingxuan pondered and thought to himself, "Without the power of a Heaven-rank, I don't even have the right to walk in the 33 Heavens. The second half of the Azure Sun Martial Scripture is in the Ninth Heaven Capital, but where is the Ninth Heaven Capital?"
The Star Field was so vast that it was difficult to estimate. Even the experts of the various large planes did not know much about it.
He flipped through the information that Guan Peng had sent him and only briefly mentioned the situation of the Immortal Continent. As for the entire Star Field, it was still just a glimpse and could not be comprehensive.
"The Daluo Chamber of Commerce has dominated the Firmament Star Field, so they should have more comprehensive information. However, someone of Guan Peng's level might not be able to touch it. It seems that I have to find a way through Hua Qing."
After leaving the Blacknight Continent, he felt like a frog in a well that had just left the sea. Only then did he realize that the world was so vast that it was impossible to estimate. There were so many experts in the world that they were like the sand in the Ganges. He still had a long way to go.
Yang Qingxuan pondered for a moment before leaving the secret chamber. He left the small courtyard and went into the city.
The transportation formation was still being repaired in full swing. Only the Hundred Elements Chamber of Commerce had completely stopped working. The task had been taken over by another local force, the Lumen Sect.
The Valley Sword Faction and the Earth Spirit Sect were extremely unhappy when they saw that their efforts had gone to someone else. They relaxed their suppression of the Daluo Chamber of Commerce, allowing the Daluo Chamber of Commerce to breathe a sigh of relief.
Although there were no more large-scale open conflicts, all sorts of small conflicts and hidden conflicts continued. Even between the Valley Sword Sect and the Earth Spirit Sect, there were constant conflicts. Now that the Lumen Sect had joined the fray, the situation became even more complicated and ever-changing.
Yang Qingxuan walked into the Daluo Chamber of Commerce's main store. It was very spacious and filled with a dazzling array of goods. There was an endless stream of customers, and it was still very prosperous.
"Master, is there anything that I can help you with?" A girl saw Yang Qingxuan and greeted him with sweet words. Her voice was so clear that it could melt one's heart.
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