Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Run away!"

Nan Yan Zhendao had a cold air all over his body, had become an iceman, still holding his sword against the ice thunder, and leaning in the direction of Yang Qingxuan, trying to save him.

Yang Xuanzang shouted: "I can't escape! Only by breaking this ice thunder can I survive!"

He is a body of eternal burning, but most of it is frozen, forming a terrible flame ice shape, not caring about the broken body, desperately pinching the tactics with both hands, waving the halberd, continuously cutting out the phantom light, and splitting into the thunder.

But it is like a drop in the bucket, a man's arm blocking the car.

Someone around him exploded one after another, bursting into icy debris, and I don't know who died. At this time, even my eyes couldn't move.

The movements are getting slower and slower and the energy in the body is getting less and less.

"Are you going to die here?"

The feeling of death came to my heart again.

How many times have experienced the same scene, but one time will be really dead.

His consciousness slowly lost, mechanically waving the halberd, and his body was shattering little by little.

As if in between, it seemed that within those countless cracks was another world.

At this moment, when he knew the sea moved, a huge energy burst out, revealing a sword shadow in the air.

"Boom!"

The chaotic ice thunder energy was cut open at once, and a huge crack appeared.

Yang Xuanzang woke up suddenly, his pupils opened violently, and shouted, "Quickly go in!"

Immediately rushed to the crack.

"Whizzing."

Several figures flickered, rushing into the cracks one after another.

But in an instant, the crack closed again, and one person was a little slower, unable to enter, and crashed into the ice thunder space, bursting with a "bang".

In the vast and terrifying frozen world, no one is seen.

"Yahyah" was all the voice of the Ice Soul Elf, and it slowly disappeared.

The ice mine slowly dissolves and merges into the world.

Soon there was heavy snow, covering all traces as if no one had ever been here.

...

After Yang Xuanzang and others rushed into the crack, they directly entered the other side of the world.

There is no more cold air, no ice thunder that oppresses people's hearts.

It's an endless plain.

On the plain, there were hundreds of people sitting cross-legged.

"here is……"

People of different races, each sitting in groups, closed their eyes, and pinched their hands.

Various energies flowed through them.

Among them, some Yang Xuanzang knew, such as the Ghost Butterfly tribe, the Guangyi tribe, and the Chirong tribe.

After sweeping away the consciousness, all were injured.

Yang Xuanzang suddenly came over. Most of these people, like him, also escaped from the ice.

He glanced at the people next to him, his heart trembled, and he trembled: "Where is Lord Hongxiao?!"

The group of people was killed and injured, and the only people in the ghost world were Naihe, Hase, Jiao Yiping, and one named "Ding Xin".

The human race also fell four people, except for the weakest Concubine Han and Lan Xiao, Hong Xiao and Tu Jingang also disappeared.

Hong Lin's face turned pale, and his body was still covered with frost, shaking coldly: "Dead...dead..."

After saying this, she let out a "wow" and spouted a mouthful of blood with scum, tears rolled down: "Die to save me!"

Under the horrible blow, everyone was overwhelmed, and no one knew what was happening around them. But Hong Xiao blocked the fatal blow for Honglin and burst to death in the air.

Yang Xuanzang's heart trembled, and he was extremely uncomfortable, with some difficulty breathing. A strong feeling of grief surged into my heart.

Emperor Yi comforted him and said, "Life and death are fateful, don't be too sad."

Yang Xuanzang nodded, but still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable, tears flickering in his eyes.

I can't remember the various cares Hong Xiao took to him in the animal husbandry area.

He took a deep breath, knowing that this is not the time to grieve. Everyone is in a terrible state, this is not a good place.

But among the hundreds of people sitting here, only a few opened their eyes slightly to look at them, and then closed them again, much more lazy to take a look.

Yang Xuanzang said, "We also find a place to sit down."

More than a dozen people took care of each other, went to a relatively deviated place, sat cross-legged, and started to heal their injuries.

Yang Xuanzang released a dozen golden puppets and surrounded them in a circle as a defense.

Originally wanted to hide the puppet into the void, but here are all peak powerhouses, there is no difference between hidden and non-hidden, just acting as a reminder.

It didn't take long for the injuries on his body to stabilize, and the icy air did not spread further.

Yang Xuanzang immediately separated from the combined state.

Yang Qingxuan used the Immortal Technique of Improving Fire, forming a dozen fireballs in the sky, hanging over everyone's head, releasing the warmth of six phantom flames, driving away the cold air for everyone.

This moment attracted a lot of people's attention, and they all showed surprised and even surprised eyes.

Yang Qingxuan forced the cold air out of the body a little bit, a little bit of it overflowed from his body, drifted into all the places ten feet in front, and condensed into a small ice ball.

Others are similar. They are immediately covered by a layer of ice within a hundred feet of radius, and no grass grows.

In the distance, a giant puppet suddenly turned, emitting light from his body, and his huge palm fell from the sky, lying horizontally on the ground, blocking the advance of a figure.

Yang Qingxuan was immediately alert, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at the past.

It was a man embroidered with aqua-blue robe, and his body exuded an aura familiar to Yang Qingxuan.

The man smiled softly: "You escaped from the frozen world, right?"

Yang Qingxuan frowned and waved his hand, and the giant puppet lifted his hand back.

The man's feet were close to the ground, and he floated over.

The familiar feeling is closer.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Xiankun Clan?"

The man nodded and said, "Exactly, my name is Jialin."

He intentionally or unintentionally released his breath, the peak of ten-star thousand realms.

Xian Kun ranks tenth in the hundred genealogy, and is also an extremely terrifying big clan.

Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists and arched his hands to show respect.

Jialin waved his hand, smiled softly, and took out a bead: "You should have a lot of this."

A chill was forced to dissipate.

Yang Qingxuan shuddered all over, and a layer of flame immediately covered his whole body to block the chill.

I am really scared of this cold thing.

His pupils shrank slightly, and this bead was exactly the ice bead that burst out after killing the ice spirit spirit.

He said: "There should be a few people who come from the frozen world."

Jialin smiled and said, "Not everyone comes from the frozen world."

Yang Qingxuan stunned: "What do you mean?" He immediately understood, and said in amazement: "There are many channels leading here?"

Jialin nodded and said, "Exactly, the frozen world is just one of the entrances." He was full of envy: "Why don't we have such good luck."

A gloomy flash across Yang Qingxuan's face, luck?

If it weren't for fear of being strong, he would have to curse directly.

Only half of the casualties escaped, if the sword charm hadn't played an unexpected role at the critical moment, they would have been wiped out.

Jialin sighed: "We are so unlucky, we are here as we walked, and we didn't encounter anything."