Cultivator In Martial God World

Fang Rongxuan's statement can explain Yang Xuan's doubts, but Yang Xuan still has some doubts about its authenticity.

Since the lord of the imperial court is not in the imperial court, he can take this opportunity to go deep into the imperial court, read historical books, and see if he can find some clues about the Primordial Spirit.

So, after leaving Fang Rongxuan's place, he did not leave, but directly arrived at Huangting Star.

The imperial court has not changed, and it is still noble golden under the shining sky of stars.

But under this calm luxury, hidden away is the precarious fate of Human Race.

The team of guards of the imperial court who shuttled back and forth still performed their duties, watching all around vigilantly, strangling every crise in the cradle.

However, they never noticed that a one silhouette passed by them in such a grand manner, even bringing a slight breeze.

The huge imperial court looks very quiet at the moment, only unknown bugs are singing passionately, following the trajectory of fate.

But then, when a big foot fell, these little worms who were bemoaning their fate just now stopped all together.

Yang Xuan looks at the building in front of him.

If his feelings are correct, this is where the imperial court collection is located.

After another team of imperial court guards passed by, he turned into an illusory shadow and floated in.

There are rows of bookshelves standing in the empty library. Many books and classics on it are covered with dust. It seems that no one has moved for a long time.

Yang Xuan took out a book from the bookshelf beside him and dusted it off, only to find that it was just a Martial Dao Cultivation book.

Such books, if left outside, can naturally cause foul wind and bloody rain, but to Yang Xuan, they are just rubbish.

Return the book, he changed a shelf and pulled out another one.

It turned out to be a literature on weapon casting.

In this way, he walked around at will, divine sense all around. It took a lot of time to browse the entire library collection, but he never found anything about Primordial Spirit. The record.

It seems that what Fang Rongxuan said is true. The Evil God messenger really destroyed all the records about Primordial Spirit.

The unprofitable Yang Xuan was about to leave. When he passed a bookshelf against the wall, he suddenly stopped.

He sensed that there was a secret room behind this bookshelf.

Waving waved, the bookshelf automatically slid open to the left, revealing a simple secret door.

The door was unlocked, Yang Xuan pushed in, and what appeared in front of him was a small treasure house left behind by no one.

Among them, gold and silver jewelry need not be mentioned, but is a small gold statue that attracted Yang Xuan's attention.

This statue is only palm-size, and the sculpture depicts a woman with long hair that reaches her waist and looks like an immortal.

The face of the statue fell under the veil, making it difficult to see, but there is a base made of gold underneath, with four simple words inscribed on it: Qingyao Great Emperor.

It turned out to be a statue of the Qing Yao Great Emperor.

Yang Xuan took the statue in his hand, and divine sensed it in. The interior was all pure gold, and there was nothing peculiar about it. It seemed that the owner of the secret room just likes to collect it.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan still put the statue in his bag.

No more gains, Yang Xuan went out of the secret room, restored the bookshelf to its original shape, and covered it with dust, and then disappeared in the library.

Leaving Huangting Star, Yang Xuan went straight to Qingyao Star.

He wanted to go there to see if the Qingyao Great Emperor left any clues worth discovering.

Qing Yaoxing gradually approached, but Yang Xuan's brows wrinkled slightly.

Because he discovered that before the tombstone of the Qingyao Great Emperor, there was a group of people making noise there, and a deep pit had been excavated under the tombstone of the Qingyao Great Emperor.

Yang Xuan has a strange color in his eyes.

Qingyao Star has always been a forbidden place for Human Race. Only on specific days each year will there be an official memorial ceremony, but today is not the day of memorialization. How can anyone come here? Do you know how to dig a hole where Qingyao's Great Emperor died during meditation?

This is really a treachery in Human Race, and it will be sentenced to capital punishment.

Originally, Qingyao was guarded by someone outside the star at all times. The purpose was to deter Xiao Xiao and guard the world, but when he came just now, he found that there was no guard outside Qingyao.

He was wondering just now, and now it seems that something has indeed happened.

The cultivation base of the people before the Great Emperor’s tombstone is not too high. The tallest one is a Heaven Grade Peak Martial Artist, dressed as a young Young Master, looks proud and looks forward to life and cannot command. As the others dig down.

Yang Xuan mourned Qingyao's Great Emperor in silence in his heart.

Unexpectedly, a generation of outstanding people, who was conspired by the villain during his lifetime, will not be able to live after death, and even the tomb will be excavated. I really feel aggrieved.

Yang Xuan shook his head slightly and fell suddenly. When the person was still in midair, he waved his hand gently.

Under the foot like a violent wind, a group of people who were digging vigorously flew out and wailed, severed their hands and feet, and screamed uncontrollably on the ground.

The Heaven Grade Martial Artist complexion changed, shouted to Yang Xuan who had fallen down: "Bold, who are you?"

A nobody, Yang Xuan even casually patted to death All felt unnecessary. If he hadn't wanted to figure out why these people were so courageous, he would have turned them into Qing Yaoxing's fertilizer long ago.

"Who gave you the courage to dig at Qingyao Star?" he coldly said.

An uninjured Martial Artist jumped out and shouted: "Bold fanatic, this is the second Young Master of the Li family, don't you hurry down on your knees and beg for mercy."

Yang Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with a nobody like this, and with a wave of his hand, the person flew out like a kite with a broken line. When he was still in the air, he was in a different place, and he couldn't die anymore.

The young Young Master sucked in a breath of cold air. He had never seen such a madman, killing without blinking an eye, killing without blinking an eye, without even a single word of courtesy.

"You..." When he reacted, he roared, rubbing his body and lunging on him.

But before he reached him, he saw a white palm appearing in his sight, and then came over gently and skillfully like that and pinched it on his neck.

Next moment, the young Young Master felt that his huge power had receded like a tide, and retracted back to the dantian position, hiding inside shivering, unable to move.

He tried to mobilize, but no matter how hard he tried, the power that originally belonged to him still dared not show up, as if he had encountered some terrifying existence.

Up to now, he didn't know that he had met a terrifying character, and he quickly asked: "Forgive me!"

"Say, who made you come here to dig the pit? "Yang Xuan pinched his neck, coldly asked.

"I...I...no one instructed, but I saw that the imperial court had removed the guards here, so I brought someone here to dig in, wanting to try one's luck, and see if I can I can't find the Dao tradition left by Qing Yao's Great Emperor. I was wrong, I damn..." The young Young Master's face was pale, and he kept begging for mercy.

Yang Xuan was all laughed angrily. He thought what was going on. It turned out that it was the Young Master of the second generation ancestor who had scorned the etiquette and secretly came here to steal the tomb.

If Qingyao's Great Emperor knew about it under the spring, would he jump out in anger?

Think about it, after all, the Qingyao Great Emperor is a character ten thousand years ago. No matter how famous it is, it will only exist in the legend. The new generation of Human Race may not have any respect in my heart. It's reasonable to do something like a tomb robbery.

Crack!

The young Young Master’s neck, Yang Xuan, squeezed easily, and then flames appeared all over his body, which turned into ashes in a short while.

Until he died, he didn't realize that he died in the hands of who.

The people who were still screaming just now fell silent, and they got up and ran without hesitation even if they were injured.

Yang Xuan allowed them to escape, and did not intend to pursue them.

This a nobody is not worth his fight.

He waved his hand and turned those who were too seriously injured and unable to escape into ashes, he looked towards the big pit in front of the tombstone.