Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wan Yanli smiled bitterly, but was not impatient. In his opinion, Yang Qingxuan was determined to lose, and his daughter-in-law could not escape.

Several other people, looking at Yang Qingxuan’s embarrassment, were full of laughter. They were in a very comfortable mood. They chatted with each other, "Your clothes are very good, where did you buy them?", "Everyone, what about my new hairstyle? "I recently learned a song, listen to it, your smile is like a bad dog, it disturbs my heartstrings..."

The large figures on the altar are moving towards the stairs, and more figures are falling on the altar.

Yang Qingxuan still stood still, trembling all over, sweating, and breathing extremely heavy. Finally, he took out a large pill and poured it into his mouth and swallowed it.

The true essence consumed in the body was immediately replenished, and rushed to the bottleneck again, and at the same time released the defense of the whole body, allowing the inscription of the great road to impact the soul and the heart of the Tao, disintegrating the realm of heaven.

The master of the deep said: "It's useless, the inscription on the great road impacts the soul. Unless it is some god-defying fetish, it can directly repair the soul, otherwise it can't be effective. Yang Qingxuan has taken the pill twice in succession, strange."

Feng Diaoqi smiled and said: "Haha, it proves that he is not only weak, low talent, but also stupid in his brain, hahahaha, he has to eat if he knows no effect. But then, what can I do if I don’t eat? Is it standing? Then wait for death? Hehe, these pills, knowingly useless, have become his only life-saving straw, poor, poor man."

Zixia said with a sullen face and coldly said: "Shut up, you will soon become a terrible old man who will become a slave." She said like this, but she was a little anxious in her heart. The bet this time is too big, if she loses. , It really can only be a dead end.

Zi Yuan's voice came from Yang Qingxuan's ears, saying: "Brother Qingxuan, you can also take my life and death away to increase the chance of breakthrough."

Yang Qingxuan said, "I'm still loosening the bottleneck. Before the impact, I will draw it later." If the life and death are also drawn, then the seven strongest martial arts will gather. The soul level is strong enough to be comparable to the ghost store.

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth and said: "The power of the inscription on this avenue is not enough. I will try it on the steps. It seems that it should be stronger over there."

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and walked to the steps.

The seven Zixia, the seven Qianqiu, all opened their eyes and stared at them all at once. Every time Yang Qingxuan took a step, his body trembled violently, as if he would fall down at any time. Seeing Zixia's heart was pulled up, she did not dare to breathe.

Finally, after walking more than 20 steps, Yang Qingxuan came to the front of the steps.

At this moment, all the people who were standing had already gone up the steps, and all the rest fell on the altar, all of them fainted.

Yang Qingxuan raised his foot and stepped up a step. The brilliance on his body shook slightly, which was much more intense than before, and his body was trembling more severely.

Zixia's heart was about to jump out of her throat.

The drifting wind is also a tense cry: "Pour, fall, fall, fall, fall..."

But let him down, Yang Qingxuan's body stabilized after trembling for a while.

Zixia breathed a sigh of relief, her glamorous face was actually covered with beads of sweat. Since refining this clone, it has experienced countless battles and faced life and death several times, but it has never been as nervous as today.

Not only her, but the other six people, all of them are the overlords of the world, the real shocking world-class powerhouses, they are all nervous at the moment, and their faces are a little pale.

Xie Fuyao said: "Each step will have an impact improvement. Yang Qingxuan is able to hold the first ascent. It is already incapable of being able to handle the first ascent, and the lamp is exhausted. There are ninety-nine steps above, and I am afraid that it will definitely lose. ."

Kun Jue said: "I think he is like that, it is the limit to be able to take another five steps."

Wu Qingqiong nodded and said, "The five-step limit calculation is more reasonable."

Zixia had a dark face and said nothing. Isn't she guessing like a few others? A heart sinking continuously, full of bitterness, thought to himself: "It seems that I really overestimated him."

After stepping onto the first step, Yang Qingxuan secretly said with joy: "It's really useful, and there are ninety-nine steps. Every time I step up, I will run the Wuxiang Tathagata Sutra to strengthen the accumulation of true yuan. After this time, the power engraved by the Dao Mark should reach its extreme, that's when I rushed through the barrier!"

After Yang Qingxuan settled down, he held the tactics with both hands, closed his eyes and stood there, running the Wuxiang Tathagata's original wish sutra. After the true yuan wandered around Zhou Tian, ​​he stepped up one step, and then moved again, and so on.

Kun Jue's brow jumped, and he was surprised: "Hey, I actually took five steps, and it's the sixth step."

Wan Yan said, "I see this kid, it seems that he is walking a bit steady? But look at the dog, you have reached the ninetieth level, and you are almost passing."

Everyone stared at Yang Qingxuan, no one looked at his dog.

The master of the deep said: "He seems to be operating some magical method. There are few methods that can strengthen souls in the world, but they are not. It is just that this pattern not only attacks the soul, but also directly attacks the Tao heart. There is only the soul cultivation. Dharma is not enough. And if you have a Dharma, you should rush to the end in one breath, and rush over as fast as you can. How did he dawdle?"

The wind drifted: "Maybe every step I take, I feel a lot of pressure, so stop and rest?"

After saying this, he himself didn't believe it. The attacks on the road inscriptions were non-intermittent. Everyone gritted their teeth and rushed, stopping to rest just to find death.

Many people fell on the steps halfway through the run, and then rolled down.

However, Yang Qingxuan played steadily, moving up step by step.

Zixia suddenly said: "The time he takes each step is the same, and the tactical seal in his hand seems to be a certain mental method, is it...he is...cultivating..."

The other six people were shocked, unbelievable, and they all shook their heads in sensibility, but for some reason, there was a little panic in their hearts.

Zixia was also taken aback by her own thoughts, but apart from this explanation, there seemed to be no other explanation.

The master of the deep shook his head and said: "Impossible, all the previous six kings quickly passed the stairs, and no one dared to practice with this Dao inscription. That would be more brain-dead or arrogant."

Zixia snorted and didn't say anything, but her heart was the same as the master of the deep thought, and she secretly said: "Yang Qingxuan, what are you doing? Wouldn't it be so mad or arrogant? If you lose, this seat will be dead. Up."

In the various suspicions of the Zixia Seven and the Qianqiu Seven, Yang Qingxuan ascended more than thirty steps, and began to turn circles of golden light around his body.

The deep master's pupils suddenly opened, and he cried out: "Hey! God, the light of breakthrough? This, this, this kid... is breaking through with the inscription on the road!"