Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Good boy! You still want to swallow the barren stone!"

Yan Rui felt his sharp eyes and hurriedly stepped back, becoming vigilant.

Yang Qingxuan's move of the Six Sun Palm just now shocked their brothers and sisters, and after a great battle, they consumed a lot and had to be careful.

The two immediately stood in a line and confronted Yang Qingxuan.

However, the two were not too worried. After all, with Yang Qingxuan's young appearance and a one-armed pair, they didn't think they would lose.

Yang Qingxuan grinned and said, "Actually, I still hope you will miss the appointment, so that I have an excuse to take the waste stone directly. Very good, you really did not disappoint me."

His figure flashed, and he struck him with a punch.

Under the rumbling noise, countless air exploded, violent sand surged, and the strong fist wind directly covered both of them.

"Arrogant! Dare to speak arrogant words with one arm!"

Cao Yu was furious, his arm shook, and the surrounding spiritual energy sucked in wildly, forming a ring on his fist, and slammed it against Yang Qingxuan's punch.

"Boom!"

When the two fists collided, Zhen Qi was directly blown out layer by layer, and the two fists collided.

With a "bang", all of Cao Yu's fist bones were broken, and the terrifying wind of fist crushed his entire arm's muscles and bones like a tornado. The whole person spouted a mouthful of blood and flew out.

Yang Qingxuan just stagnated in the air, and then flew to the spot, with real energy surging from his body, he lined the yellow sand away, and looked forward coldly, saying: "Now you are also a one-armed, tusk, 800,000 in. The spirit stone is gone."

Yan Rui spread his five fingers, like a tiger hung on the yellow sand, and was about to take advantage of Yang Qingxuan and Cao Yu's fierce fight, looking for a gap to rush up and attack, and give Yang Qingxuan a fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, when the two played against each other, the winner was directly divided.

Suddenly he was dumbfounded and his face was dull.

Cao Yu stood up from the yellow sand, "poofed" another gulp of blood, full of resentment, and said, "Brother, Chalcedony Realm! He is a martial artist in the late chalcedony realm!"

After speaking in one breath, his breath dropped to the extreme, and he fell to the ground.

"Guru."

Yan Rui swallowed hard, full of regret and despair.

Physical training martial artists can usually crush the soul cultivation of the same level, and the opponent's aura is fierce, the two of them, Cao Yu can no longer fight, and their physical strength is extremely low, and they are not rivals at all.

"Huangshi for you, let us go, otherwise we will blew ourselves up and it won't make you feel better."

Yan Rui took out the barren stone, said with awe and fear in his eyes, half begging and half threatening.

In general, as in the current situation, too many murders are made.

After all, the ancient battlefield was too cruel, and the spirit stone was the only resource to survive. To survive, you had to use all means.

Perhaps this is also the meaning of the ancient battlefield trial.

When Yang Qingxuan grabbed it in the air, the barren stone was photographed and said, "You go."

As he said, he turned around, and under the flash of his figure, he reached a hundred meters away, turning into a stream of light and disappearing in front of him.

Yan Rui and Cao Yu stayed there for a while, and they didn't expect that the other party would actually leave like this. If they were amnested, they didn't dare to stay for a long time. They helped each other and headed towards Xutian City.

For a long time to come, both of them could only mess around in the second zone.

In the ancient battlefield of Xutian, once injured, and no spiritual stone, it becomes a very serious matter. He can only heal his wounds while doing some low-level tasks to slowly accumulate spirit stones.

After Yang Qingxuan took the waste stone, he continued to run towards the intersection of the third and fourth districts.

According to the information on the jade slip, Qing Yunzhi grows in the northeast of the third area, where there is a huge wasteland, where many low plants grow, and there is a tree called the sun crown.

This kind of tree grows by absorbing sunlight, two or three feet tall, and the whole body is white. After death, it turns into a piece of dead wood and stands on the wasteland. After a hundred years of sunlight, there is a chance that Qingyunzhi will be born.

Yang Qingxuan was walking in the desert, and suddenly an inexplicable danger came, and it was extremely terrifying and real, as if death was about to come suddenly.

This is the martial artist's instinctive prediction of unknown danger, scared him to the extreme in an instant, and desperately shoots into the sky.

"boom!"

A deep pit was directly blown out by the huge ejection force on the sand, and Yang Qingxuan's afterimage was still clearly left on the ground, and was cut in half by a red light.

Thousands of feet away, Yang Qingxuan overlooked the earth, palms covered with cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat.

Behind him just now, a small hill-like soil bag arched up, with a steel chain-like tail hanging on it, slowly winding up into a circle.

"Guru! Eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion!"

Yang Qingxuan took a breath, and the four pairs of eyes that were exposed outside the small hill were shining with mysterious red awns. They were the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpions of the original Wu Dazhu!

He clenched his fists and stared at the four pairs of eyes.

The eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion slowly crawled out of the small hills, revealing a huge body, with its tail curled and shrunken, spreading in the air, obviously provoking Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan smiled dumbly and cursed: "The beast knows to provoke people."

There was a strange glow in his eyes, he licked his lips, and he was a little excited.

This original Wu Da Consummation realm, the wild pill is worth 80,000 middle-grade spirit stones, and if the body's limbs and venom are well preserved, it can also sell for forty to 50,000.

At this moment, in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, this eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion was no longer a barren beast, but a spiritual stone of more than 100,000.

"Lingshi has been delivered to the door by himself, why shouldn't it be unnecessary!"

Yang Qingxuan took out the Nanmingli Fire Sword, and flew it down in the air.

The steel tail of the crimson poisonous scorpion was rolled out, and it shot out countless red lights "chichichi", almost without a trace, and disappeared in the air.

"what?"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. After those red lights disappeared in the air, the next moment they appeared all over him, rushing from all directions.

"Boom!—"

A series of sword lights shot out, forming a sword net all around, blocking all the red light.

But the next moment, a greater danger came.

Yang Qingxuan only felt that a huge shadow appeared behind him. The crimson poisonous scorpion that was originally on the sand ran behind him at some unknown time, and the huge pliers cut it wildly.

The wild air in the sky turned into a ten-meter-diameter whirlpool under the pliers, covering Yang Qingxuan all in.

"boom!"

Yang Qingxuan held the sword horizontally in front of him, blocked the blow of the giant tongs, and was caught by the giant tongs. The violent wild energy raged on his body, like countless wind blades, constantly strangling his body.

Yang Qingxuan drew the sword hard, and found that it was clamped tightly by the pliers, and could not be pulled out at all.

And in the eight eyes of the poisonous scorpion, there was a fierce light shining, and the other pliers was also lifted high and cut to his small body.