Heavenly God Mnemonic

"According to the old rules, vote."

Jiangchen looked calm, looked straight ahead, and there was nothingness in his eyes. There had been too many such arguments before him, and he was numb.

Everyone has their own interests, and so does every family. Beings are ignorant and will always be caught in this endless struggle.

Yang Qingxuan's heart condensed slightly, raising his head, feeling Jiang Chen's gaze looking at him, but when he looked up, he saw a piece of emptiness, not knowing if it was his own illusion.

Soon, the voting results came out.

The threshold is limited to the five-star thousand realms, excluding the five-star thousand realms.

The number of entry for each holy clan is set at 20.

Jiangchen said: "I suggest that the people on this end of the world also select twenty people to participate."

Everyone was taken aback, frowned, and seemed unhappy.

Jiangchen said: "There is no impact if there are more than twenty people, and their strength is far from comparable to yours. The top resources of the Southern Universe are all occupied by you. Leave some opportunities for others to fear."

An old man smiled and said: "It's not afraid, it's just resources of this level. How can these ants delusion and get involved? But since Master Chenchen wants to give them a chance, I don't object."

Most of the others also sneered.

In their view, even if the first-line places are released, these low-level Zongmen martial artists will not have any chance.

Jiangchen said: "Since you are not opposed to it, that's it."

Soon, the disappearance spread to the entire Tianya Star, and the top martial artists were all very excited and ecstatic, and began to screen twenty places.

More than forty persons in charge also returned to their respective holy power soldiers.

Yang Qingxuan flew down from the Jinggu Lingluo, and suddenly felt countless divine consciousness falling on him.

Sweeping his eyes, he looked around, penetrating the space of the holy power soldiers, and couldn't help but smile.

His identity was exposed and almost became the focus of everyone.

Among these gazes looking at him, they were all vigilant, cold, jealous, etc., none of them were well-meaning gazes.

Suddenly a melodious voice floated into the ears gently and softly, listening very comfortably, "Are you the King of Glory?"

Yang Qingxuan turned around and found a woman slowly walking out of the barrier of a holy power soldier.

The figure of the woman and the barrier were almost integrated, and the power of the barrier was flowing through her body, slowly coming out of it.

"Little rain!"

There was an exclamation in the holy power soldier circle.

The woman looked at Yang Qingxuan without knowing her head, she just smiled and said, "Don't worry, my aunt, I just want to get to know the King of Glory and see if I am qualified to be a friend."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with golden eyes, and found that the woman had a four-star peak cultivation base, which happened to be stuck under the five-star limit.

A message flashed in his mind, and he said, "Qin Xiaoyu?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "It is an honor to be known by the King of Glory."

The language is polite, but the tone and demeanor are not the slightest honor, instead they tend to be cold and provocative.

Yang Qingxuan knew that Qin Xiaoyu was a king's talent. Like Yu Wenzhan, he was very dissatisfied with himself as a glorious king, but he still politely replied, "I am equally honored."

The two eyes faced each other, and an electric arc was vaguely produced in the void, full of hostility.

Yang Qingxuan was about to return to the realm of the Holy Power Soldiers, and another icy breath came and locked him directly.

Yang Qingxuan's footsteps stagnated, and when he glanced at him, his fiery eyes penetrated all obstacles. In a space of the Holy Power Soldiers world, he saw a man in white sitting in a vacant position with his hand pinched in practice.

There seemed to be an invisible distance between the people around and the white-clothed man, all scattered around, afraid to approach him.

Yang Qingxuan recognized that this was the Ji family's territory, and immediately understood the identity of the man. With his gaze, he immediately saw through the man's cultivation base, the late four-star thousand world stage.

Yang Qingxuan gave a wry smile, turned around and returned to the Holy Power Soldiers of the Purple God Palace.

Several princes gathered around, and Zi Yan smiled and said, "It seems that this trip to the Tomb of the Heavenly Kings will not be easy."

Among the princes and daughters, Zixia's strength has reached seven stars, so naturally it is impossible to participate. There are Ziyan, Ziqi, Ziqing, and Ziyi, who will be merged into the Tomb of Heavenly Kings with Yang Qingxuan.

Zi Qing sneered and said: "Why is it not easy? Under the five-star thousand realms, Qing Xuan can sweep regardless of his monsters. Isn't it the two kings? Isn't Qing Xuan never killed the king."

Seeing Zi Qing attacked her, Zi Yan was furious and cursed: "You shameless, I talk to Qing Xuan and want you to interrupt..."

"Okay! Just calm down, what kind of style is this way."

Zi Xin flashed angrily, and the two of them shrank in fear.

Zi Xin said: "This trip to the Tomb of the Heavenly Kings will focus on Yang Qingxuan, and all of you must unconditionally obey Yang Qingxuan's orders."

The twenty people who were counted were very excited. Although they were a little uncomfortable with listening to an outsider, they also knew the relationship between Yang Qingxuan and the Palace of Gods, and said in unison: "Yes!"

Zi Xin said: "Yang Qingxuan, follow me."

The two of them walked to the edge of the Holy Realm's military power. Zi Xin's gaze shifted slightly, looking towards a certain direction, and said: "Those are the Su family, they are barely in the bottom of the holy clan, you enter the king of heaven. After the grave, pay more attention to their behavior."

Yang Qingxuan looked over. There were more than 100 warriors in the other sacred war power barrier, and 20 people stood in front, surrounded by an old man in white, as if listening to something.

Zi Xin said, "The old man in white is Su Quan, the contemporary Patriarch of the Su Family. Look at the dignified look on his face and the people in the Saint Realm Military Power. They are all high-ranking members of the entire Su Family. It proves that they are extremely important to this matter. , I guess they may have some clues about the king of Su Bai. You should not lose sight of them by staring at them.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Understood."

Zi Xin said: "In those days, King Su Baiyun swept the southern universe invincibly, and what he left behind may not be simple. In fact, for the saint clan, the Theravada Dao fruit is precious, but it is only so. You should pay attention to this trip. Two things, one is to see if there are any relics left by Su Bai, and the other is to pay attention to see if there is any Mahayana fruit. If you don’t have these two items, you can take a few of the Xiaocheng fruit to eat, which is good for you. Very superficial."

She paused, and then smiled: "The two kings, if they provoke you, just give them a lesson. It's best not to hurt their lives, otherwise it will be infinite trouble."

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly and said, "Thank God if they don't come to provoke me. A four-star late stage and a four-star peak, how am I an opponent."

At this moment, Gui Zang was still cultivating in the Ning Family's realm, and he did not follow him. It was indeed not at all sure that he could kill the two people alone.

//No more today, good night everyone.