Heavenly God Mnemonic

"The peak of the two-star thousand realms, after being possessed by the battle spirit, will the strength increase sharply?"

Yang Qingxuan observed the possessed person with great interest.

A disciple from the Eastern family said: "Not necessarily, it depends on the strength of the battle soul. The strength of this battle soul has at least reached this level in his lifetime, so that my senior can display such strength."

The other disciple said: "And in theory, it should be stronger. It's just limited to my senior brother's body and can't climb higher."

Yang Qingxuan nodded. He had already seen that the senior brother's body was covered with various cracks, which meant that he could not bear the damage caused by the power of the battle spirit.

The senior yelled strangely again, his face became extremely hideous, and he raised his hand and patted it.

The beast's claws suddenly opened, and a red ball of light shot out from the palm of the palm.

The brother's whole body wilted all at once, and his whole body was actually concentrated.

Yang Qingxuan didn't rush, picked up his iron mace and hit it, hitting the ball of light.

With a "bang", the whole ball burst, and the light of blood instantly enveloped several acres.

The senior screamed, the strength of his body rose rapidly, but his body seemed to be unable to bear it, and it broke down a little bit.

Yang Qingxuan saw that he was urging more powerful exercises, threw his iron mace, turned the dragon in the air, and roared away.

"Boom!"

The black dragon grabbed his five fingers and shattered the senior man's corpse. The entire dragon body shuttled past, and the senior man exploded directly.

A burst of red glow shot out and fled into the distance.

Yang Qingxuan retracted his iron mace and sneered: "Are you still leaving?"

With a wave of his hand, a black glow shot away, and it melted away in the air with a "crash". It was the mixed spirit **** iron that directly covered the red glow, and then the **** iron contracted, tied into a ball, and fell back. Yang Qingxuan's hands.

Midnight said: "Qingxuan, do you want to try to contact this battle soul?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "This battle spirit should also look like a three-star pinnacle, which is comparable to mine, so you can try it."

Zi Yuan was a little worried, and said: "Looking at how he was just now, he is extremely fierce. There will be no problems, right?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Boy, you are very lucky. Just after entering the ancient battlefield, you found a three-star battle soul at the pinnacle of the thousand realms."

A cold voice came.

Then the void shook in the distance, and a figure shuttled out, and under a few flashes, he came to Yang Qingxuan and stared at the red light in the iron **** iron, showing a greedy color.

"Your Excellency seems to be a little stunned?"

Yang Qingxuan showed a suspicious look, as if he had never seen this person before him.

A disciple from the Eastern family hurriedly clasped his fist and said, "It must be a certain senior."

The man glanced at a few people and snorted coldly: "It's good to know. It seems that the ancient bronze door has opened again. I entered this place a few years ago and haven't left."

The disciple of the Eastern aristocratic family smiled and said, "So that's it, I don't know the name of the senior brother?"

The man said coldly: "Dongfang Zhu."

When the disciple of the Eastern aristocratic family heard this, he was shocked and said, "It turned out to be Brother Zhu, I heard about it in the next morning." Then he introduced: "This is Master Yang Qingxuan. He just saved our lives."

"Yang Qingxuan?"

Dongfang Zhu's face changed slightly, and he said, "How is the surname Yang?"

The disciple of the Eastern aristocratic family immediately explained the quota.

Dongfang Zhu said: "So that's the case." He smiled slyly, "Hey, I originally felt sorry for stealing things from my family. Since it's not from the Dongfang family, that would be great."

The two disciples of the Eastern aristocratic family both said in surprise: "Brother, no, he is Yang Qingxuan!"

Dongfangzhu entered the ancient battlefield a few years earlier. At that time, Yang Qingxuan had just come to the sea area realm. He did not have such a big reputation, so he had never heard of it, and said coldly: "What happened to Yang Qingxuan? Is it famous?"

He contemptuously said: "This iron wire also looks good, give it to me with the battle spirit, and you can leave."

An oriental disciple said anxiously: "Senior brother, you are not his opponent, you should admit your mistake and apologize quickly."

Dongfang Zhu shouted: "Are you blind? I'm a four-star thousand realm. How come the Eastern family has lost both of you, so that you can grow others' aspirations and destroy your own prestige."

Both of them were in a hurry and were about to explain, Dongfang Zhu shouted angrily, and when his figure swayed, a mountain-like force slammed away, knocking them away directly.

"It's so cruel, I'm also hitting him, and he deserves to die."

The moment the two were knocked into the air, this thought came to mind.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "Four Star Thousand Realms, it's really amazing."

Dongfang Zhu heard the ridicule, and shouted sharply: "Looking for death!"

He flipped his hand and grabbed it directly, and a sword stabbed like a poisonous snake, instantly covering Yang Qingxuan's vitals.

He stayed in the ancient battlefield for a few years, he was full of hostility, and his shot was a life-killing move.

Yang Qingxuan stretched out his hand a little, golden light emerged from his fingertips, gently pressing on the tip of the sword.

"Boom boom!"

Hundreds of swords were shot in an instant, all of which were suppressed by Yang Qingxuan with one finger.

And a piece of brass-colored knuckle appeared on the body of that finger, and it seemed that with every point, the force of the mountain's suppression was transmitted to Dongfangzhu's arm, all sinking.

"Gubao?!"

Dongfang casts sharp eyes and immediately recognized Yang Qingxuan's fingertips from an extraordinary origin, exuding the ancient charm of ancient treasures.

This finger cot is just one of the night armor.

"Haha, great, it seems that today's harvest will not be shallow!"

Dongfang Zhu laughed wildly, his gaze swept away again, and he licked his lips unconsciously.

Looking at this, Yang Qingxuan's eyes suddenly became murderous, and he said coldly: "I'm looking for death!"

The mixed spirit **** iron shook in his hand, and the other end shot out.

Dongfang Zhu snorted, and a sword light was turned in front of him, blocking the **** iron.

Yang Qingxuan held the mace in his right hand and hit it right away.

Dongfang Zhu raised his sword again.

"boom!--"

The sword trembled violently, and countless ripples appeared in the air.

"what?!"

Dongfang Zhu was taken aback. The moment the sword body touched the iron mace, his mind felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer, and the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be broken.

It was a treasure that hit the soul directly!

Who is this kid? Why do you have so many good things on your body?

This is the idea that Dongfang casts a moment, and the next moment, he fell into a turmoil in his mind.

The moment of distraction, Yang Qingxuan seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and slammed his iron mace on his head.

"Boom!"

A four-star powerhouse with a thousand realms, before he could react, his head exploded under his iron mace, and his body fell from the void.

Yang Qingxuan flicked his finger, and a flame shot away, burning Dongfangzhu to ashes, and then reached out and grabbed all the unburnt storage elements.