Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan waved his lower arm and said, "I understand, I can only wait for it to slowly repair itself, but this Martial Spirit is too scary."

Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "The spirit of martial arts is not terrible, but the terrifying thing is people."

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "Yes, there is no invincible law in this world, there are only invincible people."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Wu Qiyue said: "You stay here to practice. I just noticed the Azure Dragon, so I came to take a look. The secret treasure should be very close, but I still can't find the direction, but I believe it will be found soon."

"Ok."

Yang Qingxuan answered softly, stepped forward and held Wu Qiyue in her arms.

"You, what are you doing."

Wu Qiyue's body trembled and shivered a few times before she slowly calmed down, but she was still extremely nervous and her whole body stiffened.

Yang Qingxuan put her arms around her slender waist, stroked her long hair, silently.

Wu Qiyue gradually relaxed and leaned gently on his chest.

The two depended on each other for a while before Wu Qiyue broke free, blushing, bowed her head and said, "I'm leaving."

She didn't dare to look at Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and without waiting for a response, she turned around and shot a few magic arts into the void, then twisted her body and disappeared into the secret room.

Yang Qingxuan smelled the faint fragrance left in the secret room, sighed for a long time, and said: "How many secrets are you hiding in your heart? One day, I will let you all talk to me."

He could feel Wu Qiyue's emotion towards him, with a faint trace of resistance, like an invisible needle, lying in front of the two of them, unable to go any further.

And this invisible needle was buried in Wu Qiyue's heart.

If she didn't say anything, Yang Qingxuan couldn't touch it.

"Ugh."

Yang Qingxuan sighed and muttered to himself: "Everything is because I am too weak. Too weak, and I don't even have the qualifications to touch secrets. When will I reach that position?"

For hundreds of years in the Xuanye Continent, only a celestial powerhouse from Haoran Academy was due to his comprehension of the ancient scroll.

He was at a loss for a while, and sighed: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

He was quiet for a while, swept away the depression in his heart, and still got up and left the secret room.

Since the original force released by the profound wood thorns can be absorbed, then the boundless profound wood thorn forest around the altar is a huge treasure house.

He didn't know how to walk down from the altar, so he followed the same path and walked to the rooftop.

At this moment, the fog is rising again, and I can't see my fingers.

"This fog..."

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. Before, he only felt that the fog was weird. At this moment, he realized that it was filled with a large amount of Force, which was a miasma formed by Force!

"Here again, this poisonous miasma is too terrifying, and I don't know how long it will last."

"But the whole forbidden place lacks aura. If you want to break through the barrier, you can only rely on the poisonous miasma."

"It can only be this way. There is at least a glimmer of hope for the poisonous miasma, otherwise I will be trapped here and hopeless for life."

The emotional voice of other students in the mist was helpless.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan understand that the weird conversation he heard before turned out to be so.

As the so-called thy honey, his poison, this poisonous miasma is a natural tonic for him.

Under great rejoicing, there was no need to go out to the altar, and immediately sat cross-legged and began to run the Qingyang Martial Scriptures to absorb the force in the drug miasma.

On the surface of his skin, a little cyan dust began to appear, exactly the same as the mysterious wood thorns.

The earthworm-like scar on his arm gradually recovered under the action of this dust and light.

"what!"

Suddenly a scream came from the fog.

Yang Qingxuan's mind was shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see blood splashing in the mist.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were a few more applauses, accompanied by dull screams.

"It's Big Brother Han Kai, who is killing people again!"

"Run away, go away!"

The altar suddenly became panic, all kinds of yelling, many people ignored a lot, ran directly around, and then jumped from a height.

"Boom!"

After another muffled sound, Yang Qingxuan felt something rushing towards his face. He stepped back gently, only to see some stumps with broken arms falling under his feet and scattered all over the floor.

Looking carefully, he couldn't help but breathe, and his whole body stood upside down.

It was a person who was completely disassembled and turned into a pile of scattered "parts" scattered on the ground, not only the limbs, but also the internal organs, and various tissues and organs.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared from the fog and flew in.

A palm print appeared in the void, which was photographed in the air.

Under the palm prints, the fog was chaotic and clumped, making countless sharp howling noises, as if it had been split into countless pieces.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and hurriedly transported the six sun palms and slammed up, at the same time the sword mark on the center of his eyebrows flashed, releasing the suppression of Wuhun.

"boom!"

The two slapped each other, and the six suns burst, exploding like the sun, and the entire altar shining brightly.

The fog quickly dissipated under the shaking of palm wind and blazing sun.

In front of Yang Qingxuan's eyes, there was a person with a distorted and scarred face, and his eyes shot out like a beast, as if his mind was not clear.

There was no one who had escaped on the altar, and the ground was full of corpses.

Han Kai's ferocious eyes passed a trace of amazement, it was obvious that Yang Qingxuan was not crushed, which made him feel strange.

"Roar!"

But in an instant, Han Kai's scarred face rushed up with a roar, swooping like a beast, his body exuding an aura of decay and destruction.

"boom!"

A volley palm hit, and a space curve appeared under the palm, which was crushed continuously.

Even the void was broken by his martial soul!

"Hey!"

Yang Qingxuan broke out in a cold sweat, flew away, and at the same time transformed more than ten sword souls, flew away!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Under the suppression of the Broken King, those sword souls all burst into pieces and turned into pink fluorescence.

"Your sister, how can you fight this?!"

Yang Qingxuan was full of cold sweat and cursed, so he hurriedly flew up, transformed his wings, and fluttered his wings to escape.

Unexpectedly, Han Kai also rose up into the sky and shot at him.

"No! You have to find Zong Nan Bei and Chen Fei quickly, the three of them are sure to win together, otherwise it will be miserable!"

Yang Qingxuan's scalp was numb, Han Kai didn't use his true Qi Huayi at all, instead he controlled the rules and walked away from the sky!

"A bit of awe-inspiring breath, a thousand miles of breeze!"

Yang Qingxuan grabbed the Dou Guishen, slashed out a hundred swords, and struck it like rain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

This sword energy was blocked by an invisible force in front of Han Kai, and even the body guard's true energy could not be broken.

"Guru!"

Yang Qingxuan swallowed hard, and Dou Da's cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his clothes were all wet.

"Wow!"

With a flash of Han Kai's figure, he instantly appeared in front of him and slammed out.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan see clearly, under his palm, the soul light wrapped the entire arm, and the rules of everything continued to break apart wherever he passed.