Yang Fan!
Yang Xuan suddenly realized that his current name was not Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan. He was the son of Yan from the War God Planet, Yang Qingtian from the Yang family of Peaceful City.
In other words, the current him, from a certain point of view, was not the Yang Fan who was born on that stormy night!
Yang Xuan's eyes shone brightly. He felt that he had grasped the most crucial thing.
He continued to think along this line of thought.
The six immortal treasures had appeared beside him from the very beginning. In other words, if nothing unexpected happened, these six immortal treasures originally belonged to him.
If he were to boldly assume that someone — most likely a high-level civilization — had set the password for these six weapons, and this password had to be unlocked by him.
In other words, Yang Xuan had to be unlocked by Yang Fan, not Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan's eyes shone brighter and brighter. His mind rumbled as bolts of lightning streaked across the night sky.
When the last bolt of lightning descended, the world instantly lit up.
He understood.
The name was not the key. The key was that his current body was from the War God Planet's Yang family, and not his original body.
And these six immortal treasures required his original body, Yang Fan's genes, to unlock the locks.
So that's how it was. So that's how it was.
Yang Xuan finally understood the crux of the matter. He was so happy that he did not care about anything else. He picked up Li Na, who was still in a daze, and rose into the air. When he appeared again, he was already in the night sky.
"General …" Li Na's face was red. She did not understand.
"Thank you. I understand now." Yang Xuan laughed heartily. He was extremely cheerful.
When he returned to the villa, he did not care about Li Na, whose face was as red as an apple, but whose eyes were shining with joy. He directly called Zhang Chengming.
"Professor Yang, what's the matter?" Zhang Chengming asked curiously.
"I …" Yang Xuan only managed to say one word before stopping.
Because he suddenly remembered that no one here knew the secret of his identity. If he revealed it, it would be a big problem.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see if you had returned." Yang Xuan changed the topic.
"I'm still in Pinghai. I'll leave tomorrow," Zhang Chengming said.
"Have a safe trip!" Yang Xuan said and hung up.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xuan pondered briefly before he called Li Na over and solemnly said, "I want you to investigate something."
Li Na's face was still red. Seeing Yang Xuan's serious expression, she quickly said, "General, please speak."
"I want you to investigate a car accident more than thirty years ago as soon as possible …" Yang Xuan's eyes flashed.
…
Penglai!
Yang Xuan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and revealed a mysterious smile.
"So that's how it is!" He looked at the four triangular pieces of metal floating in front of him and said calmly.
Under the support of his power, the immortal treasure floated quietly. The cloud pattern on the immortal treasure swayed slightly with the immortal treasure as if it had come alive.
After a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "Ask Ming Huaqing to come see me."
"Yes!" The attendant bowed and left.
Not long after, Ming Huaqing walked into the hall and bowed. "Sect Master!"
Yang Xuan flicked his finger and a piece of immortal treasure shot toward Ming Huaqing.
Ming Huaqing caught the immortal treasure in confusion and found that it was the real immortal treasure that originally belonged to him. He asked doubtfully, "Sect Master …?"
"Show it to me." Yang Xuan did not explain.
Ming Huaqing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sect Master, what do you mean?"
Yang Xuan was expressionless. "Don't worry. Just show it to me!"
Ming Huaqing did not dare to disobey Yang Xuan's order. He pondered for a moment and a trace of spiritual energy flowed from his palm into the real immortal treasure in his hand.
The next moment, he softly chanted, "Wind!"
A ripple appeared in the air. A second later, a gust of wind appeared out of thin air and directly rolled toward a huge celadon vase next to him.
The gust of wind swept past the vase, but the vase did not shake at all. However, a moment later, it directly piled up like gravel and became a small pile of white sand on the ground.
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could see that this wind was different from ordinary wind. It was not produced by the flow of air, but a storm that suddenly appeared in the void. It had the power to erode the soul and corrode the bones, and it could melt everything.
After Ming Huaqing finished showing it, he raised the immortal treasure above his head and handed it to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan did not take it. Instead, after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "How did you use the immortal treasure?"
Yang Xuan had asked this question when he first met Ming Huaqing. Now that he asked it again, Ming Huaqing did not dare to neglect it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Sect Master, the immortal treasure is psychic. I first communicated with it with my mind, so that it has a temporary connection with my mind, forming a kind of wonderful connection channel. After that, I sent my spiritual energy through this channel, and I could use the power of the immortal treasure to perform many wonderful methods. "
Yang Xuan reached out and pinched the immortal treasure that belonged to the Shura Sect.
When the immortal treasure entered his hand, a trace of coldness was transmitted to him. Yang Xuan's mind turned into tentacles and probed toward the immortal treasure.
The immortal treasure did not move, as if it was dead.
Yang Xuan frowned slightly and said, "Show it again."
At this time, Ming Huaqing also understood what Yang Xuan wanted to do, so he did not refuse. After the immortal treasure moved slightly, he shouted again, "Fire!"
In an instant, a red light flashed, and the whole hall was surrounded by fire. The blazing heat burned the wooden pillars, and in the blink of an eye, the pillars were charred black.
Seeing this, Ming Huaqing's spiritual energy surged again, and he shouted again, "Rain!"
Whoosh! Bean-sized raindrops appeared out of nowhere from the void, forming a small rainstorm, immediately drenching the spreading flames.
The flames were extinguished, and the rain dispersed. The hall was already full of holes.
Ming Huaqing raised the immortal treasure above his head again and bowed, "Sect Master, please forgive me."
Yang Xuan smiled and waved his hand slightly, and the immortal treasure returned to his hand.
The next moment, he suddenly exhaled and said, "Break!"
Crack!
The pillars that had been burned by the flames instantly broke, and the hall lost its weight, making a cracking sound. After holding on for a few seconds, it finally could not bear the burden and collapsed.
Yang Xuan waved his sleeves slightly. The broken bricks and tiles dissipated in an instant, revealing the bright day.
Yang Xuan, who was sitting in the chair, smiled.
Just now, his divine thoughts had been following Ming Huaqing's movements, pervasive and meticulous. Finally, he found some clues.
Although the door was locked, there were still other passages, which could be seen. The people of Penglai found this hidden passage and communicated with the immortal treasure with their minds, so they could use some of the immortal treasure's subtle power.
In short, this method was for the sake of seeking, not controlling, or it could be said that it was the act of a thief, stealing something when the owner was not around. It was not the right way.
No wonder Yang Xuan always felt that the power of the immortal treasure they used was too weak. It turned out that this was the reason.
With Yang Xuan's pride, he naturally disdained this kind of behavior.
"You actually took the initiative in this aspect. Well, let me see how much power the immortal treasure can unleash after being unlocked by you." He smiled, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, looking at the Mount of Clouds.
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