Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan was startled, startled, and said in amazement: "You won't let me sign a host contract with this thing? Is it the master or me?"

Hua Jieyu said in a deep voice, "Don’t panic. There are two types of contracts: forced signing and voluntary signing. You first suppress it with a purple flame, and then force a contract with it. The contract between the Holy Spirit and the stars, but all hosts The most powerful in the contract, and then slowly wear away a little bit, let it completely surrender."

"Guru."

Yang Qingxuan swallowed his saliva, his clothes had been soaked in cold sweat, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his body.

This bet is too big, and once it fails, there is no hope of escape.

He looked at the crimson ancient scorpion, his eyes flashed struggling, and asked: "What will happen after signing the host contract?"

There was light in Hua Jieyu's eyes, and he said: "After signing, it will be your constellation."

"what?!"

Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, looking at the aggressive, extremely violent and hideous ancient scorpion, goose bumps all over his body, "This, this thing can also become a star?..."

Hua Jieyu nodded firmly, and said: "If you have the power of the Holy Spirit in the ancient times, you can sign countless contracts at will, but if you want to suppress it at this moment, you must sign the strongest astrology contract. Ordinary contracts cannot suppress Gao. Out of your level too many strong."

Yang Qingxuan calmed down in an instant, and said in a concentrated voice: "I understand, how should the contract be signed?"

Hua Jie said: "According to the previous strategy, you suppress it with Purple Fire, and then I will sign it with it."

The time for the two to communicate was only an instant, but the crimson ancient scorpion had already rushed over with countless wild beasts and surrounded the altar.

Hu Tong and Mr. Lu were all in a cold sweat, beating the altar desperately, and the large floating light under their men was aroused, and they flew into the sky to form a broken array.

Both of them couldn't help murmured: "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming..."

The others were silent, a heart touched their throats, and they had never felt death so close.

Without warning, Yang Qingxuan flew up suddenly, and his figure flickered in the air a few times before appearing in front of Gu Xie.

The original irritable Huang Qi, like the overwhelming aura like a mountain, seemed to be frozen in an instant. Everyone opened their eyes and looked surprised, thinking in their hearts: "What is he going to do?"

Brother Yuan even had a heart jumped out of his throat, his face pale in fright, and he exclaimed, "Yang Qingxuan!"

Suddenly, there was a wild laugh from the altar, "Haha, okay, okay!"

Hu Tong laughed ecstatically. Thousands of runes appeared on the altar in an instant, all of them rose into the air, turning into a circular circle of about ten feet, and engraved on the sky.

"Boom!"

Mr. Lu photographed the last trace of energy to completely activate the magic circle. Above the sky, the entire formation began to rotate rapidly, projecting boundless golden light, forming a barrier, covering the entire altar.

Those traces worn by the years suddenly became clear, and the altar was renewed, full of countless vitality, and runes were released from it, as if conveying ancient messages.

The bodies of Xiao Da and others began to fade one by one. It was the characteristics that began to be transmitted, and they were transmitted away one by one.

"Haha, great, it's saved!"

Everyone was left behind, crying with joy and laughing wildly.

Brother Yuan was in a hurry and called out: "Yang Qingxuan, come back soon!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart shuddered, and he cursed secretly: "I-Sun, I just came out, the formation is just fine, deliberately target me!"

He also wanted to go back, but the activation of the formation made the crimson ancient scorpion and all the wild beasts even more mad, and the violent breath in the air was pressed like a mountain, locking him tighter.

The crimson ancient scorpion exploded with anger in his eyes, raising the giant tongs and cutting it on Yang Qingxuan, as if all the anger had to vent on him.

Before he could think about it, Yang Qingxuan flicked his finger, a little purple inflammation ignited on his fingertips, and then turned into a ring with a "bang", which was three feet in diameter, around him.

"Hey!"

The giant pincers of the ancient scorpion suddenly stagnated in the air, pressed three feet from the purple fire, and did not dare to move forward. There was a blast of air pressure on the giant tongs, and the "bang" hit the purple fire, but it was burnt to nothing in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan stared at the giant tongs, a sharp color flashed in his eyes, and then his body trembled, and the whole person seemed to ignite, countless purple fires burrowed out of his skin, and the burning air crackled.

The whole process was extremely laborious and painful, and he felt that his flesh and blood was being roasted at an extremely high temperature. He quickly pinched the tactics with his hands, and the purple fire around his body was pulled out at once, forming a firebird in front of him.

Although the firebird was only the size of a palm, it was lifelike. Under the cry, the world was silent, carrying chilling heat and pressure, and quietly flew towards the ancient scorpion.

The ancient scorpion stared at the firebird with a pair of green eyes, as if there was a golden light in his eyes, showing a color of fear. He did not dare to face the power of the purple fire, roared violently, and retreated back.

After the firebird retreated, there was another cry and dissipated into the air.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils tightened, his complexion changed, and Hua Jieyu's body was immediately controlled, and he immediately chased after him.

At the moment, the figures of Xiao Da and others disappeared one by one on the altar.

Brother Yuan stomped his feet in a hurry. Seeing that she was getting weaker, she was about to disappear on the altar. Suddenly, her figure flashed, and she rushed out of the teleportation barrier and flew towards Yang Qingxuan.

"Go away, don't fight anymore!"

Brother Yuan flew to Yang Qingxuan's side, anxious in his heart, no matter the blue silk that was pulled up was blown away by the storm, together with the white clothes, they were blowing in the wind.

As a result, that delicate face also softened, a bit less heroic, and even more charming.

She looked at Yang Qingxuan with nervous eyes and shouted anxiously.

Yang Qingxuan glared at him and shouted, "What the **** are you here, go away."

On the other hand, he kept pinching his hands. The simple, magnificent, and solemn seals were continuously scattered from his hands. At this moment, the whole world fell into a kind of wonderful tranquility, as if all foreign objects no longer existed, and entered a kind of mysterious. In nothingness, only Yang Qingxuan, Brother Yuan and Crimson Ancient Scorpion remained.

The ancient scorpion gave up running away, roared in a low voice, and looked at Yang Qingxuan, his body trembling constantly, he was actually very scared.

"this is……"

Brother Yuan also widened his eyes and looked around in disbelief. All the wasteland, altars, barren beasts, and even the heavens and earth were gone, leaving only an empty space, boundless.

Her eyes are full of the pure black color of the universe, as if it is another universe, the chaos is not opened, the heaven and the earth are not born, the silence is extremely silent, and it is endless.

She stared blankly, and said in amazement: "Supernatural power space..."