After Huoyun Tianshen, others recovered one after another.
Looking at this scene, Yang Xiao had a happy smile on his face. One more person who recovered meant more fighting power.
The strength of each of these people is not low, and Yang Xiao even senses danger from some of them.
It is indeed not easy to fight against the existence of the evil clan outside the world before.
Unlike Elder Zhan Tian and others, they are not even qualified to participate in the war.
The rising Yang Xiao tried it out with the God of Fire Cloud, and finally came to the conclusion that his strength was in the eighth stage without tribulation.
After recovering, everyone left one after another and went straight to the end of the battlefield to join the battle.
Yang Xiaoke Zhantian returned to the sky and killed all the evil races outside the sky.
All the forces in the Cangqiong Tianyu took action together, and almost no evil tribe outside the sky escaped.
After solving the evil clan outside the world, Yang Xiao visited each sect one by one and reviewed the cultivation methods of each sect.
Yang Xiao was not stingy either, and gave away some of his skills and insights on cultivation to various sects.
After visiting all the big forces in the Cangqiong Tianyu, Yang Xiao and Sun Wukong gathered together to eat, drink and chat for a few days.
A few days later, Yang Xiao said goodbye and left, planning to go to the Goddess Palace to practice.
"Shopkeeper, we won't lag behind. Don't think that you can slack off in your cultivation after going to the Goddess Palace."
Looking at Yang Xiao, everyone in the bookstore laughed.
Yang Xiao, who was laughing, didn't say anything, waved and left with Shixuan and Yan Fei.
This time, Yang Xiao planned to go directly to the Goddess Palace.
Flying out of the sky, Shixuan called to Yang Xiao and took out a token.
Under Yang Xiao's stunned gaze, Shixuan crushed it.
Silently, a big hand appeared, grabbed the three of them, and disappeared at the end of the starry sky.
Yang Xiao was horrified to find that he had no resistance in this big hand.
What kind of strength does this have to be so terrifying?
I don’t know how long it took, but a confused Yang Xiao appeared in a palace.
In front of them was a woman with a soft face.
Seeing the woman, Yan Fei and Shi Xuan hurriedly saluted.
"Ahem."
At this time, the woman suddenly coughed violently, and shockingly bright red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay. I was injured a little during the battle with the evil tribe outside the world, otherwise I wouldn't be here."
Shaking her head, the woman explained.
Then the woman said: "Let me introduce myself. I am Nangong Wan, the elder of the Goddess Palace. You can just call me Elder Nangong."
"The goddess sent a message before, saying that you, Lord God, have returned and asked us to find you. If you have any requests, just ask, and we will try our best to satisfy you."
Yang Xiao nodded, but he was not in a hurry to talk about it, but asked: "How is your injury? Can the power of purification solve it?"
Shaking her head with a wry smile, Nangong Wan said: "My injuries are different. I injured my foundation. When the goddess was fighting, she took the time to give me a ball of purifying power, which cured my external injuries."
"If you want to heal my injury, I need the recovery method of the goddess. I don't know about you, Lord God?"
Yang Xiao immediately knew what Nangong Wan was talking about, and used the ancient life-extending technique, and a ball of green light appeared in his hand.
Nangong Wan was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise suddenly appearing in her eyes.
But after a moment, Nangong Wan smiled bitterly: "With your strength, I think it will be difficult to recover. You should improve your strength first."
Yang Xiao was speechless for a while, and was actually looked down upon.
After pondering for a while, Yang Xiao said: "My cultivation is different. Take me to your Kung Fu Pavilion. By the way, there are many cultivation methods in your Kung Fu Pavilion. I need a lot."
"It's quite a lot, God Lord, don't worry. If it's not enough, I'll ask people to borrow it from various major forces, and everything will serve God Lord."
Nangong Wan replied, explaining to Yang Xiao.
After a while, Yang Xiao followed Nangong Wan to another hall.
Looking around, there are bookshelves inside, filled with various ancient books to record the exercises.
Yang Xiao was overjoyed and hurried in.
After taking a random look at it, Yang Xiao became pleasantly surprised.
Each of those techniques is very profound.
Putting down the book in his hand, Yang Xiao flipped through a few more, none of them easy.
And in addition to the exercises, there are also various records of cultivation insights and anecdotes in this exercise pavilion. There are many types.
Yang Xiao didn't do ink, so he found a copy and read it carefully.
Nangong Wan looked at Yang Xiao quietly and left quietly.
Time flew by, coming and going. Yang Xiao was immersed in the book and didn't know how much time had passed.
Yang Xiao looked through the various books in the Gongfa Pavilion of the Goddess Palace one by one, becoming more and more fascinated by them.
In the past, Yang Xiao was just one person. No matter how talented he was, his understanding of power would inevitably be incomplete.
But the Kung Fu Pavilion of the Goddess Palace has gathered the power of countless generations of people in the Goddess Palace.
There were many insights into power in it that made Yang Xiao unable to help but marvel.
Almost every one of those techniques involves the use of power, and Yang Xiao would practice some from time to time.
The main ones are the cultivation opinions in the Goddess Palace, which mention those exercises. Yang Xiao doesn't practice, so he can't experience what is mentioned in person.
Seeing Yang Xiao so fascinated, Nangong Wan let the Goddess Palace get many more books for Yang Xiao from the forces in the major heavens.
Every day, Yang Xiao is making progress, every day, Yang Xiao is improving.
Maybe it took thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, before Yang Xiao finally put down the book in his hand.
Yang Xiao has no more books to read, and there is no need to read those books anymore.
He has seen everything that needs to be seen, and has mastered everything that needs to be mastered.
What is lacking now is a comprehensive understanding of those powers.
That was in the Gongfa Pavilion, so it was obviously not suitable for experiments.
"Master God, you are finally out of seclusion, how do you feel?"
Seeing Yang Xiao walking out, Nangong Wan appeared immediately and asked.
Yang Xiao nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. When I try it, my strength will definitely increase."
"Well, Lord God, you'd better hurry up. Something happened over there at the End of the Sky. The Evil God from Evil Sky has escaped. The situation is not good for us at Holy Light Sky."
"If they come to kill us, the two goddesses may be in danger."
Nangong Wan pondered and revealed a piece of news to Yang Xiao.
Hearing this, Yang Xiao's face suddenly turned ugly, these damn evil tribes outside the world.
"Don't worry, I'll be quick."
Nodding, Yang Xiao replied.
Immediately, Yang Xiao stopped talking, talked to Nangong Wan, left the Goddess Palace, and came to a deserted starry sky.
When chatting with Nangong Wan, Yang Xiao realized that 1.98 million years had passed.
At that time, Yang Xiao knew the exact time and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
He thought that the time was only tens of thousands of years, but he never thought that it would take so long.
Sure enough, the saying that one day in the mountains means a thousand years has passed in the world is not nonsense. He has been cultivating without knowing the years. He is immersed in the book and cannot feel the specific passage of time at all.
Coming to this desolate starry sky, Yang Xiao didn't waste much time and started practicing directly.
He wanted to see just how strong the power of nearly two million years of enlightenment was.
