Heavenly God Mnemonic

Zi Yuan said in surprise: "This stone bridge is too dangerous, Brother Qingxuan, are you sure to go there?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I'll try it, you return to the holy artifact."

The two women turned into light and flew into Yang Qingxuan's body.

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and walked towards the stone bridge.

At this time, two more figures flew from a distance, a man and a woman, and they exclaimed at the same time: "Nai He Qiao? Yang Qingxuan!"

The two stopped at the end of the bridge and were afraid to go on the bridge without authorization.

I saw the first step of Yang Qingxuan Pagoda's step on the bridge, and the golden light began to surge on his body, turning out the scriptures of the Wuxiang Tathagata, and flashing on the body.

A thick death spirit lingered around him, all blocked by the scriptures.

Yang Qingxuan walked carefully a few steps, then stopped, had a certain understanding of the lifelessness on the bridge, and then continued to walk forward.

But the pace was still steady and even, and he quickly walked to a place with gravel.

Yang Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at it. The stones were real stones, and the shape of the human body was completely invisible, and they were completely petrified by the death air.

Yang Qingxuan continued to walk forward, the stone was stepped on to make a "Ga" sound, and then turned into powder.

Suddenly, there was a low whimper from both sides, and a large number of human figures appeared in death, rushing towards Yang Qingxuan.

The head of the person was the warrior who had just died under Yang Qingxuan's nose. His face was full of resentment, viciousness and unwillingness.

Countless hands stretched out from the dead breath.

A golden light flashed on Yang Qingxuan's body, and he took out the Jitian Ruins, and slashed both sides.

"laugh!"

The golden light flickered and the lifelessness was split.

But in an instant they merged again, those hands still stretched out desperately, grabbing Yang Qingxuan's body.

"It's troublesome."

The halberd was waved in his hand, and he received the star ring, raised his hand to pinch the tactic, and the whole body ignited a flame and turned into an eternal body.

All the dead energy was instantly burned, and those hands desperately returned, afraid to come up again.

Yang Qingxuan turned into a flame and ran forward.

A lot of howls and screams came from both sides from time to time.

Suddenly, all the sounds stopped, Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At the front end of the bridge, under the surging of countless dead spirits, a huge dead spirit was transformed into a huge undead, with gloomy light in his eyes, and a palm pressed down like a sky cover.

A whirlpool appeared in the palm of the palm, and countless undead souls rushed out crying.

Yang Qingxuan made a seal with both hands, and a pillar of fire rushed behind him, transforming into a heaven and earth in the air, and patted it with six palms.

"Boom!"

The palms hit, countless screams of horror sounded, and those dead souls were all overtaken by Jingye Tianhuo.

However, the huge dead spirit in front of the bridge broke apart.

The fire turned into a whirlpool and rushed straight past, opening a way to the other side.

The man and the woman at the end of the bridge looked pale when Yang Qingxuan crossed the bridge. They looked at each other and froze there. It was neither going to the bridge nor leaving.

The huge tornado of fire rushed to the other side of the bridge, directly transforming Yang Qingxuan's real body, a little under his feet, and continued to run forward.

Before long, a magnificent building was revealed in front, a towering hall, suddenly appeared on the ground.

Yang Qingxuan stunned, his eyes flashed with golden light, and there were a lot of fighting marks in the open space in front of the hall, as well as two corpses.

Yang Qingxuan went over and took a look. He had seen the two corpses. It was the person who entered the ancient battlefield together this time.

He raised his head, staring solemnly at the hall.

Suddenly a figure flickered out of it, with a panic expression on his face. When he saw Yang Qingxuan, he hurriedly said, "My friend, go, there are ghosts inside!"

Yang Qingxuan also met this person, and the two who died were companions, not knowing which one belonged to the Saint Clan.

He frowned and said, "Ghost?"

At this moment, there was a hearty laughter from the hall, "It is a pleasure to have friends coming from afar. No one has visited my Holy Blood Sect for many years. Since they are here, why not come in for a while."

The other human said: "Can't you get in?"

Yang Qingxuan pondered and said with a smile: "As the friends inside said, if you come, you will be safe and go."

The other humanity said: "Okay."

The two immediately entered the hall together.

Inside, it was magnificent, with laughter, and hundreds of people in the hall were holding a banquet.

The glamorous maidservant shuttled back and forth, bringing all kinds of jelly and fruit.

Right above the hall, the author, an old man in red, stroked his beard, pointed to an empty desk next to him, and smiled: "Two friends, please sit down."

The other person glanced at Yang Qingxuan and whispered, "Are these people humans or ghosts?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't know."

The man frowned and said, "Do you want to go there?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Come on."

Immediately, he walked up to the case and sat down directly, and the other person followed and sat beside Yang Qingxuan.

Immediately, a maidservant served fruit wine and other things, all of which were full of aura and fragrance.

The senior old man blushed and said with a smile: "The old saint blood sect lord Situ Hong, I don't know the names of the two friends."

Yang Qingxuan reported his name, and the other humane said: "Under Zhang Heng."

Situ Hong said: "The two are here for the battle spirit, right?"

Yang Qingxuan's face condensed, and he asked faintly: "I wonder if there is a battle spirit here?"

The noisy voice in the hall suddenly stopped, and a roar of laughter broke out immediately. All the warriors who participated in the meeting all laughed forward and backward, and the maidservants also covered their mouths and laughed, and their eyes swept over Yang Qingxuan and Zhang Heng from time to time.

Situ Hong said: "We are what you call the battle spirit."

With a smile on his face, he said, "Back then, our entire sect was suppressed by the Naihe Bridge, and then all of us were refining and died. Then the grievances persisted, and the battle spirit formed in this unique environment. It was a blessing in disguise. After becoming a war spirit, the grievances were still great at the beginning. But as the years passed by, the grievances disappeared a little bit, and finally one day we all figured it out, we put everything aside, Happy life. Staying here is much better than entering some kind of reincarnation."

There was another joyous sound in the hall, and everyone sang and danced and had fun.

Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly: "There is such a war spirit..." He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one sip, and praised: "Good wine."

Yang Qingxuan picked up the wine glass, looked at the yellow-orange liquid in the glass, and suddenly said: "The soul of war is transformed by will. Since the resentment is gone, how can it still exist?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall became quiet again.

Everyone's eyes were looking at Yang Qingxuan, that kind face began to become hideous, and a fierce aura poured out of his body.

Situ Hong's face turned into a beast, like a fox, and he sternly shouted: "I didn't want to kill you. Since I am going to die, I can't blame us!"

Zhang Heng said in surprise: "No! Brother Qingxuan, hurry up, I'll stop the old fox."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with golden eyes, staring at Zhang Heng, and said lightly: "I'll stop you, Lord Sect Master of Saint Blood."