Heavenly God Mnemonic

The virtual light flickered in the air.

Then five brilliant flames were superimposed, flashing across the sky with phantom light.

The entire gloomy sky was cut in half by this fierce and hot air.

"Boom!"

The carapace on the monster's body shattered, and it uttered a harsh scream.

The virtual light was accompanied by the five fires, splitting his body in half and gradually burning.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank slightly, and only a white light in the monster's body, bursting with dazzling brilliance, dimmed after a flash.

Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a white bead was taken into his hand.

Crystal clear, milky white, like a drop of liquid.

There are fine lines on the beads, flowing around like water.

Yang Qingxuan looked carefully and was taken aback. Those densely packed ones were actually Dao runes. Under the flicker, it melted into the beads and disappeared for a moment.

"How could it be Dao Wen?"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, this bead was full of agility, it should have been generated in the monster's body, similar to something like "inner pill".

So far, the only things with Dao patterns that Yang Qingxuan has come into contact with are Dao Pattern Pill and Immortal Jade, but these two are not created by the heavens and the earth, but refined by the day after tomorrow.

Is the Dao pattern on this monster's inner alchemy born or cultivated?

Yang Qingxuan looked at the monster that was burned to ashes, and couldn't ask.

He put away the inner alchemy and returned to the territory of the murloc tribe. Those who fainted began to wake up one by one.

The first to wake up were the realm kings such as Midnight and the murloc clan chief.

Then came the Murloc tribe.

When looking at the massive wreckage floating on the water, all the murlocs cried and cried together.

The murloc clan chief even wailed loudly, kneeling on the water, beating his chest desperately, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood under his anger.

Yang Qingxuan and others watched quietly.

Wu Yunqing looked around and saw the burning remains in the distance. He seemed to realize something. After looking at Yang Qingxuan, he was slightly shocked after receiving an affirmative answer.

Under the voice just now, even he fainted, how did Yang Qingxuan calm his mind and kill the sea monster?

After knowing the result, the other world kings were equally astonished.

After a while, after the cry of the murlocs weakened, Yang Qingxuan said: "Don't cry. The monster has been killed by me. It is a revenge for these dead."

The cries all over the room stopped abruptly.

Suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Thousands of crying red eyes stared at Yang Qingxuan.

"Hahahaha! A joke, a big joke!"

With a mouthful of blood, the murloc clan chief laughed wildly: "You killed Yan Mo. Hahahaha, this human said he killed Yan Mo, hahahaha!"

On the water, the murloc clan chief's wanton, desolate, and angry laugh.

There are also intermittent crying.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said: "Yan Mo? Is that the name of the monster? What is the origin of the monster? The singing is so terrible."

The murlocs continued to cry, no one paid any attention to him.

Yang Qingxuan sighed and turned out the white inner alchemy, spreading it on his palm, emitting a faint light.

Circles of Dao patterns appeared again, and then disappeared again.

"what!"

The murloc clan chief trembled all over, staring at the bead in horror, his face distorted, "Yan Mozhu! It's really Yan Mozhu!"

The entire surface of the water was filled with the sound of the Murloc clan gasping for air-conditioning.

At the same time, thousands of pairs of eyes all looked at Yang Qingxuan in horror, as if it was impossible to believe.

Yang Qingxuan pointed to the distance and said, "The monster died there. The body was burned. I don't know if there are any traces."

The murloc clan chief immediately rushed over, ran back after a while, and laughed frantically: "Haha, dead, dead, really dead! Yan Mo is really dead! Hahahaha!"

"puff!"

Surprises were mixed, and the murloc clan chief squirted blood out again under the emotional ups and downs.

But this time he spurted blood, still could not hide his face full of excitement.

Yang Qingxuan turned his hand over, put the beads in his bag, and said lightly: "Now, can you tell us the origin of this monster and the location of the Jinxun clan?"

The murloc clan chief stabilized his emotions, held his fists respectfully, bowed down, and said: "Your lord killed Yan Mo, and he is the benefactor of my Saidin clan. I know that I can talk without saying anything. Only, that Yan Mozhu Can you give it to me, my clan is willing to exchange anything for it."

Yang Qingxuan said: "The beads are very interesting, I want to keep it for myself to study."

The murloc clan chief sighed secretly, knowing he was out of luck.

After all, the preciousness of the beads is simply invaluable.

Yang Qingxuan saw that he was unwilling and chuckled: "Even if I give you this bead, can you keep it? Everyone is innocent and guilty. I'm afraid your Saidin clan will die because of it."

The murloc clan chief was shocked, and immediately woke up, was shocked in a cold sweat, and hurriedly thanked Yang Qingxuan.

At the moment, the patriarch of the Saidin clan wanted to invite Yang Qingxuan and others to return to the mansion.

Yang Qingxuan refused directly.

After all, time is running out to find the Book of Fengyue.

Two hands stand on the water and have simple conversations.

It turns out that Yan Mo is a different species that has been handed down from the ancient mythological era. It has been entrenched in Wangchuan, and has even been the Lord of Wangchuan for a long time.

Because of the voice of Yan Mo, even the realm king could hardly resist.

In Wangchuan, hundreds of tribes surrendered.

This situation was not changed until Mrs. White Bone suddenly appeared in Wangchuan.

The entire Yan Mo clan was more than half killed by Mrs. Bones. The rest also fled into the major waters of Wangchuan, not daring to emerge.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he thought to himself: "Mrs. White Bone? How did she overcome the voice of Yan Mo?"

The patriarch of the Saidin clan continued: "Pity my Saidin clan, who is born with inner alchemy, I was stared at by this Yan Mo. The Yan Mo clan likes to devour the inner alchemy and improve his cultivation. Down, there is no resistance at all. It can only be swallowed by him once every three times."

Speaking of the back, the old tears raged, and the whole Saidin clan whimpered, immersed in the terrible memories.

Midnight said: "If this is the case, why do you stay here and not move elsewhere?"

Saidin clan chief said: "The waters of the Forgotten River are very complicated. There are powerful existences in any area. Not to mention that our unauthorized migration may bring about the disaster of genocide, that is, Yan Mo will always stare at you. Wherever you go, he will follow him until he eats you all up."

There was also extreme panic in his voice.

Yang Qingxuan and the others looked at each other, unexpectedly the situation in Wangchuan was so complicated.

Saidin clan chief said: "The Jinxun clan is not far away from us. Speaking of it, I Saidin clan has some holidays with them." Saidin clan chief said with a sullen face, "I wonder if you all have anything to do to find those miscellaneous fish?"

//The next chapter will be later.