Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan said: "You say it ends and it ends, do you really think you are a god?"

Zhang Xiaofeng sneered: "Don't be convinced, I admit that you are better than me, but in many cases, the competition is not only personal strength, but also destiny! I have to say that this time the Chaos Continent training camp, my destiny is better than everyone of you Strong. I won this army of necromancers, whether you or the other messy geniuses, will be trampled under my feet. Even if it is invisible, I will not dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "I have to say, you have cultivated for so long, and you have realized the way of heaven for so many years, and it is all in vain."

Zhang Xiaofeng's face sank, extremely unhappy, and said coldly: "Say so much, it's not dead!"

With a wave of the sword in his hand, five glaze-colored sword auras rushed over, intertwined into gorgeous ripples in the air.

In addition to corpse training, Zhang Xiaofeng's practice is also sword intent.

The Celestial Corpse Sect focuses on refining corpses, and requires the entire universe to find high-quality corpses. With the collection of corpses, the various treasures and techniques collected are countless, even above other powerful sects. Extremely fragmented, the disciples practice at will.

"I want you to understand that what made me Zhang Xiaofeng was not only corpse training, but also kendo!"

The dead spirits that rushed over suddenly stopped in the air, watching Yang Qingxuan be strangled by the five sword intents.

"The victory or defeat lies in this trick!"

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank and rushed to meet the sword intent.

Under the shaking of the figure, it seemed as if he had left this world and penetrated the five sword intents directly without being affected at all.

Then he raised his hand and shook in front of him, and a white light lit up.

Zhang Xiaofeng's face changed slightly, Yang Qingxuan inexplicably avoided his sword intent, but his heart jumped suddenly, slightly shocked.

But the moment the white light lit up, an inexplicable sense of danger emerged in his heart, and he was even cold, as if he was about to die.

"impossible!"

Zhang Xiaofeng was shocked, not only by his own intuition, but even the half-step supreme bone on his shoulders was beating violently, sensing the danger.

At the next moment, Zhang Xiaofeng was even more scared. He saw clearly what Yang Qingxuan was holding and cried out: "Yin-Yang Mirror!"

He didn’t know what kind of treasure the Yin Yang mirror was, but he witnessed the whole process of Yang Qingxuan’s blackmailing, knowing that this treasure is infinitely powerful, coupled with the induction at the moment, hurriedly guarded the sword in front of him, and gave a long roar to command the dead. dash forward.

The white light in Yang Qingxuan's hand flashed out and fell on Zhang Xiaofeng's sword, making a "hum" sound.

The sword trembled, and the white yang power instantly penetrated and shot Zhang Xiaofeng.

"what!--"

Zhang Xiaofeng screamed, and the sword flew out of his hand, melting half of his body in the place illuminated by the mirror.

The attacks of those six-star thousand worlds necromancers instantly enveloped Yang Qingxuan, interrupting the attack of the Yin Yang mirror.

"One step away!"

Yang Qingxuan was in a hurry, but knew that there was no chance, and it was a pity in his heart.

He hurriedly shook the yin and yang mirror in front of him. He no longer had too much power to drive the mirror, but only slightly rippled the power of the yang above, forming a shallow defense, blocking the attacks of those dead spirits. brake.

Then he turned into a **** light, blasted out with a "swish", and fled below.

Zhang Xiaofeng's heartbreaking voice came in the air, half of his body was melted, and the power of the extreme sun was extremely terrifying, it was useless to fight the fate to restore the body.

At this moment, the half-step supreme bone on the shoulder violently beating, the strength of the bone spread along the meridians and blood vessels, covering half of Zhang Xiaofeng's body.

The painful expression gradually eased, but the face and body were constantly deformed, making a "crack" sound, as if rebirth.

Yang Qingxuan and the others were all pale, watching in horror. At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng's breath was far better than before.

It's just that the sharp and gloomy gaze became calm and deep, without any emotion.

Zhang Xiaofeng opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice. The lost corpse on that side grew new parts little by little. Although it was extremely slow, it was visible to the naked eye that it was recovering.

Thousands of dead spirits who were fighting, heard the hiss, all stopped, made similar sounds, resonated with them, and all crawled on the ground, worshipping Zhang Xiaofeng.

What made Yang Qingxuan and the others frightened was that with the spread of this voice, there was a more tyrannical aura that resonated with it in the depths of the buried place, and they were all beings with seven stars and a thousand realms or more!

"Congratulations, Taizu Ju, waking up from a deep sleep."

A voice fell from the sky, and then the faint sky was torn apart by a radiance, walking out like invisible and compliant.

Both of them looked respectful and clasped their fists to Zhang Xiaofeng.

Zhang Xiaofeng said coldly: "You are so bold, dare to disturb my sleep, are you the emperor of this generation?"

Xiang Wuxian hurriedly said: "In Xia Xiang Wuxiu, it was Emperor Yi's martial artist who brought the geniuses of the four universes to train here. He didn't expect that he would be alarmed by Taizu and hope to forgive him."

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofeng is dead and completely another person.

Taizu Ju said: "What's this eve?"

Xiang Wuxian said: "An epoch has passed since the war that year, and now there are no traces of Brahman in the universe. The Emperor Yi was afraid that there would be trouble in his life, so he called four cosmic geniuses to come for training and wanted to go to Kunxu. Exploring."

Taizu Ju's face changed drastically, and then he returned to normal again, saying: "There is a strong man in an era. We suppressed the Brahma and have done what we should do. The world today is no longer ours. Hugh. Come and disturb our long sleep, or you won’t blame me for being rude."

Xiang Wushou hurriedly said: "Yes."

With a wave of Taizu's hand, tens of thousands of dead spirits immediately stood up from the ground and retreated to the buried place.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly trembled, feeling like falling into an ice cave, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Found that Ju Taizu's eyes were staring at him.

Yang Qingxuan's face was pale, he bit his scalp and hurriedly clasped his fists and clasped his hands, looking honest.

He had already heard from the conversation between the two that the great ancestor of Mo was actually a figure in the Chaos Era, and he suppressed the existence of the evil Amorous Consciousness.

"You are very good."

Taizu Jue nodded slightly, his eyes flowed, and said: "I have clearly remembered your appearance, I hope you will be there in the next era."

After speaking, he followed the necromantic army, wrapped in the dead air, and returned to the buried ground.

The undead army retreated, and the battlefield was riddled with holes, all pits and cracks in the space, there were no complete corpses on the ground, blood and blood everywhere, three or four hundred geniuses, now there are only less than one hundred left.