"I'll take you."

Gu Xining was extremely direct. He pulled Jiang Xuan and jumped. The two figures jumped directly into the space of the 7749 scroll.

"The artistic conception of Emperor Fist."

Jiang Xuan's expression changed. He looked at the rapidly retreating space turbulence around him, and instantly sensed the aura of the Emperor's Fist, which was mixed in somewhere in this turbulent space.

> However, Jiang Xuan did not speak, because Gu Xining would naturally take him to Gu Feiyun's scroll space.

"Buzz!"

An hour later, the space fluctuated. Gu Xining pulled Jiang Xuan and stood on a vast land.

Here, it is a desert.

"got windy."

Suddenly, Gu Xining spoke, his beautiful eyes staring at the end of the earth in the distance.

Jiang Xuan also moved his eyes, seeming to sense something, and looked in the direction Gu Xining was looking.

Whoosh!

Under the gloomy sky, the brown earth began to tremble, and terrifying sandstorms swept in from the end of the earth. In the blink of an eye, they reached where Jiang Xuan and Gu Xining were standing.

"This sandstorm is the place where you can understand the martial arts inheritance of my ancestors. The deeper you go and the closer you get to the final destination of the test set by my ancestors, the more you will understand."

Gu Xining said something, without any fear, the beautiful figure in black stepped directly into the violent sand and dust area.

"For the Imperial Fist, I must take a risk."

Jiang Xuan slowly exhaled a breath and stepped into the sandstorm.

"Hoo ho!"

"Hoo ho!"

The hurricane in my ears was like a sharp knife, trying to tear the entire body into pieces.

Jiang Xuan was spinning, his body covered with golden light, and he was moving quickly through the sandstorm.

When Jiang Xuan walked for almost an hour, he found that Gu Xining was sitting on the same spot, his whole body shrouded in a layer of light, as if he was meditating.

"It seems that when she comes here, she has reached her limit."

Jiang Xuan thought to himself, and then continued walking towards the depths of the sandstorm.

Although Gu Xining is a powerful Heavenly Saint Emperor, her mental strength is far inferior to Jiang Xuan.

But everything in this picture scroll was constructed by the owner of the picture scroll with his mental power.

Therefore, among them, the stronger the spiritual power of a warrior, the more advantageous it will be to his understanding.

"Um?"

When Jiang Xuan walked again for almost an hour, he suddenly saw a majestic figure standing in the center of the sandstorm. Every punch he swung contained infinite power. This was exactly the meaning of the Imperial Fist.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Xuan was overjoyed and quickly used his deduction skills to describe all the boxing techniques and engraved them in his mind.

"boom!"

However, when Jiang Xuan was halfway through carving the seal, his eyes suddenly darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the ancient secret room No. 4, facing the seventy-seven forty

Nine scrolls.

Next to him, Gu Xining also said with a look of blame in his eyes: "Brother Xuan, you almost overspent all your spiritual power and died! You are too impulsive."

"I……"

Just as Jiang Xuan was about to speak, he found that his body went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

His expression changed, and he quickly checked, and found that his mental power had indeed become extremely weak, and even the phantom of the dragon in his mind had become extremely dim.
Chapter completed!