Heavenly God Mnemonic

With the arrival of the voice, a figure suddenly appeared on the huge stone pillar. His figure was tall and burly, his facial features were as firm as a knife, and he was wearing gold robe and silver armor, looking around with ecstasy.

Yang Qingxuan and Yu'an were not seen at all in his eyes, and he obviously didn't put them in his eyes at all, just immersed in great joy.

Yang Qingxuan felt the powerful aura on this person's body, his heart was slightly stunned, he stopped searching, and stood there quietly with his chest in his arms.

Yu'an's face changed from doubt to panic, and he lost his voice: "Zhuo Yueran! You, you are Zhuo Yueran!"

Yang Qingxuan frowned, making Yu'an so scared, and he knew at a glance, what a difficult person to fear.

Judging from Huo Yan Jin Jing, this person is the cultivation base of the eight-star peak, and he is only one step away from the nine-star. With his current strength, I'm afraid I can't beat it.

But there are ghosts hidden, and the eight-star peak is just a sword.

Moreover, the ghost hiding person likes to hide in the sword intent of the Tai Xuan, and surprise and kill people. Although extremely dirty, it is very effective and clean.

Originally, killing was done by all means, not a contest or a treat.

"Hmph, you actually recognize me, it seems that you are somewhat knowledgeable."

Zhuo Yueran's voice interrupted Yang Qingxuan's thoughts at once, but Zhuo Yueran continued to say: "How long have you been here? Where is the entrance?"

Yu'an took a few steps in a panic, then whispered: "We have just arrived, and we haven't found the entrance."

Zhuo Yueran's face was a little cold, but he could see that Yu An had not lied, and waved his hand generously: "Keep looking."

The three characters are cold and powerful, with an irresistible pressure.

It seems that the obedience of these two people is justified.

Yu'an lowered his head and took a peek at Yang Qingxuan. Sure enough, Yang Qingxuan didn't catch a cold. His eyes seemed to be silly-hanging. He couldn't help but secretly anxiously. He stared desperately and told Yang Qingxuan that this one in front of him, no Than before Cangli and Song Min.

But Yang Qingxuan completely ignored her winks, still standing there with a faint smile, the kind of disdain and contempt, vividly on his face.

Zhuo Yueran stood on the stone pillar, standing with his hands behind, looking towards the sky with a pair of eyes, and said, "It seems that someone is not convinced."

Yang Qingxuan shook his hand and smiled and said, "No, no, no, I'm convinced, I'm so stupid about you-I've been convinced. I have never seen a person with so much water in my mind in my life.

Yu'an yelled out of fright.

Sure enough, Zhuo Yueran's face changed drastically, staring down with a murderous look, and sternly shouted: "Looking for death!"

As soon as the figure flickered, it disappeared from the stone pillar, and then a huge palm figure broke through the air, like a mountain, suppressing Yang Qingxuan.

When the void turned, the entire space became very strange.

Yang Qingxuan disappeared directly under that palm.

Afterwards, the entire sky turned into a sea of ​​fire, and a huge palm of fire fell from the sky and grabbed the stone pillar.

Zhuo Yueran frowned, twisted his fingers across his temples, and said, "It's no wonder that you dare to be crazy in front of me, but you have a little bit of skill, but it's just a little longer. Three strokes, within three strokes, send Go to hell."

Zhuo Yueran raised his hand, and a purple long knife fell into his hand, bursting out with the most dazzling brilliance, the blade was like flowing water, drawing out in the air, it was a slash.

"Xuanyun return to one cut!"

Countless purple qi bursts out, intertwined in the air into a spiral shape, across the sky, and split the giant palm of fire into seven or eight pieces.

And the purple awn undiminished, straight into the sea of ​​fire.

"Boom!"

The entire sea of ​​fire was split apart by the spiral purple light, presenting a strange vacuum zone, and constantly tearing the sea of ​​fire, showing the tendency of purple light to shine.

All the flames shrank and turned into Yang Qingxuan's true body, secretly surprised: "There are countless geniuses in this universe. The world is so big that it is incalculable. I really underestimate the hero of the world."

"Huh, did you finally show up?"

"dead!"

Zhuo Yueran snorted, and the purple blade in his hand turned and cut out again.

Countless purple awns are in a state of fluorescence, as if a river flows away.

There is no fierce energy of slashing at all, but there is a vast and endless potential.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he immediately knew how powerful this trick was. He didn't dare to take it carelessly. Countless flames gathered behind him, transforming into a bone of fire, and he shot the Emperor Yan Jue madly.

On the other hand, he transformed into a dragon body and displayed the Daoist Dragon Fist.

"Boom!"

The two forces shot down into the purple galaxy at the same time, exploding two vortices that spread across thousands of miles, and plunged everything in the world into it.

In Yu'an Dahai, before Yang Qingxuan, Song Min and Cang Li fought, they were all small-scale magical powers. Although dazzling, they are far from shocking.

With the five-star realm king's cultivation base, although he was hurt, he felt that he couldn't resist even the remaining prestige. He hurriedly flicked and escaped a few miles away.

The purple galaxy that was shattered by Emperor Flame Art and Daoxing Daolong's fist still impacted, sweeping across the sky and engulfing Yang Qingxuan.

But Zhuo Yueran's face was not pretty, instead he showed a solemn expression, as if it were unbelievable.

"You, a scum of Seven Stars, can actually block me with two moves. How is this possible? It seems that the universe is so big and there are so many evildoers. It really is hard to count. But you want to beat me across the realm of one star. I have a big dream. The following trick will send you to death."

Zhuo Yueran held a knife in his right hand, and stood on the stone pillar without ever moving a step. The whole person's aura seemed to be integrated with the world, and the man and the sword were also the world.

Below the purple sky light, a blaze appeared and burned, finally turning into a figure of Yang Qingxuan, holding a halberd in his right hand, and a sword mark in his left hand.

Yu'an was even more nervous, and his breathing was not smooth, and his fists were tightly clenched, and there was a slight tremor.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yueran frowned, staring at nothingness in the distance, his eyes were full of purple light, and there was a soft snort in his nostrils, as if he was extremely dissatisfied.

Yang Qingxuan also looked with fiery eyes and golden eyes, and found that a large number of black spots were rushing in this direction. It was actually the battle between the two that affected the martial arts in all directions. All of them sensed energy fluctuations and were rushing to see what happened.

Zhuo Yueran loosened his right hand, and the purple saber swung in the air, and then disappeared into the void, standing with his hand held, and said coldly: "The ancient ruins of Zuotuo are of great importance. This time I will spare your dog. I'll send you to death."

Yang Qingxuan's complexion was calm, and he was about to sneer, but suddenly his complexion changed slightly, and he sensed a colorless and invisible force, and didn't know when he actually wrapped it.

Fiery eyes flashed in his eyes, and he could see the truth of everything. An invisible and transparent hand, half an acre of size, poured out from behind and grabbed it at once.