Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan retracted the halberd, leaving the three of them behind, and looked at the viewing platform with a smile: "Don't fight anymore."

Jiangchen and others have already moved the bench, took the melon seeds, and are ready to watch the exciting battle. Who knows that the bench is not hot before it is over.

Huashanfu trembled: "Is he really just an Intermediate Seven Star Thousand Realm?"

No one can answer this question.

Everyone knows the answer is affirmative, but no one can believe it.

A prepared battle, unexpectedly ended in such a hurry, is all convinced.

No one could speak.

"Chuck", Yun Wuji laughed first, and then said coldly: "A bunch of trash! Forbidden Ghost Abyss for six months, Jiuyuan Jialan is in confinement for nine months!"

This time, Hua Shanfu didn't say anything, but felt that his face hurts and couldn't help touching it twice.

Jiuyuan Jialan and the others were flushed, no face came over, all lying on the battlefield pretending to be dead, and then enthusiastically entered the ghost abyss one by one, madly practicing.

After a brief meeting between Yang Qingxuan and Jiangchen, they talked about encountering Brahma in the passage of the ghost world and the creation of lotus seeds no longer exist.

Everyone is worried.

Chen Chen said: "We have established more than a dozen teleportation formations near Kunxu, just to prevent Vatican from trying to fight Kunxu again. It seems that the strength is still not enough. I will send more personnel to the past, and recently put the main defense. over there."

Yang Qingxuan said, "That's right. I sorted out Cangxuanzong and went to Kunxu to meet with Chuangshi Immortal Lotus and inform about the lotus seeds."

Cangxuanzong is still in bleak at this moment, all kinds of rumors are flying in the sky, in the square in front of the sect, there is a space-time shuttle hovering, and those who are willing to leave Cangxuanzong together will directly register to leave, otherwise they will leave by themselves. , Zongmen will not interfere more.

"Hey, Cang Xuanzong, who squeezed his head and entered, originally thought it was a sweet steamed bun. Who knows that it hasn't been long since he came, and he will go back. I won't go, I'd rather find a place to hide than go."

"Yang Qingxuan is dead, and the ghost is still in this Pozong Sect. I will find other sects to take refuge in."

"Fortunately, Lao Tzu has already prepared, and has already found a few lines secretly. I can still be at ease when Cang Xuanzong is bankrupt, hahahaha."

Around the square, there were all kinds of cynicism, surrounded by a large circle to watch the excitement. These were originally disciples of Cang Xuanzong, and they turned their faces faster than a book.

There were only more than three hundred people standing beside the time shuttle, all with angry and determined expressions.

Shi Yan swept across the crowd with cold eyes, and said coldly, "Is there anyone else to go together."

"Hahahaha, let's go together, who will go back to your hometown with you! Let's go quickly, don't delay our future!"

"The world is scorching and cold. People have to accept their fate. Yang Qingxuan hangs up, and Cangxuanzong hangs up. You have to admit it, and you want to drag us to hang up with you. What are you doing?"

All kinds of ridicule and ridicule sounded from all sides, and tens of thousands of people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Shi Yan sighed. He also knew that the problem of the rapid expansion of the sect had been extremely strict in recruiting disciples. However, as Yang Qingxuan's fame was rising, too many people were squeezed in. No matter how harsh the conditions are, Tens of thousands of people were recruited very quickly.

Unexpectedly, only one percent of the people who are willing to share the ups and downs are only a few hundred people.

Shi Yan sighed, "Is it the sect who treats everyone badly on weekdays?"

A martial artist said: "It's not bad, but we have a bright future. It is impossible to fall with Cangxuanzong. I can only say sorry."

Shi Yan nodded and said, "I understand, everyone has aspirations, and don't force it."

"Hurry up, don't be long-winded here!"

Many warriors yelled.

Shi Yan said: "Since everyone is in such a hurry, let's hurry up on the time shuttle."

The hundreds of disciples by the time and space shuttle were all pale, gritted their teeth about to go in, but was blocked by a force of strength.

Shi Yan smiled and said, "It's not you, it's them." After speaking, she pointed around.

"What?" Everyone was stunned, and immediately felt a powerful pressure rushing into the air, shocking everyone's heart. After a little resistance, they were immediately compressed by blood and blood, and accidentally suffered internal injuries.

"What's the matter? Who is it?!"

Everyone was panicked. With just one breath, they could suppress tens of thousands of them. At least seven stars and a thousand realms could do it.

"Get out now, I don't even bother to look at you at a glance, there are still people who don't enter the space-time shuttle in a stick of incense, I'm sorry!"

A figure came out of the void, with a cold face, looking at them contemptuously.

"Hey! It's the master!"

Someone exclaimed.

There was an uproar in the audience. On and off the court, the mood was immediately reversed, from heaven to hell, and from **** to heaven.

And in an instant, everyone understood what was going on, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Tens of thousands of people outside the field instantly understood that they were dead, one by one, like falling into an ice cave, and their whole body chilled.

Yang Qingxuan waved a piece of incense and dropped it on the square. It burned directly, and the burning speed was so fast that it seemed to burn out soon.

Tens of thousands of people were stuck there, not knowing what to do. Some people were thinking quickly, wondering what relationship they were looking for, who to ask for mercy, and let themselves stay as much as possible.

Some clever people quietly exited the field and started running out, either hiding or looking for someone to intercede.

But as soon as he ran a thousand feet away, he screamed "Ah" and was directly burned to ashes.

The entire Cangxuan Sect was shrouded by Yang Qingxuan with a barrier of fire, and none of them could leave.

At this time, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter. No one was on the air shuttle at that time. They were crying desperately. Many of them knelt down, kowtow to some of Yang Qingxuan, Shi Yan and Yang Qingxuan’s confidantes, cursing themselves Sensible, ignorant of good and bad, not human.

Yang Qingxuan naturally ignored it, but looked at that Zhuxiang lightly, the coldness in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Although he was still a disciple of the same clan the moment before, as long as the incense is burned out and there are still outside, he will never show mercy.

Some disciples in the city palace seemed to sense the chill in Yang Qingxuan's body, and hurriedly flew into the space-time shuttle.

After someone took the lead, many immediately followed suit.

When the incense was burned, the space shuttle had squeezed in nearly 10,000, but there were still tens of thousands of people outside, all crying for mercy.

Yang Qingxuan waved his hand and motioned to Shi Yan to close the door of the Time Shuttle, and then pushed the Time Shuttle out of the void, allowing it to leave the Chaos Continent on its own and head to the southern universe.

As for whether they can pass through the sea of ​​silence, it depends on their luck.

As for the rest of the people, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he directly sacrificed an oval-shaped magic weapon, like a bowl, directly snapped down, and instantly enlarged in the air.