Heavenly God Mnemonic

The man's facial features are clear and juicy, but his complexion is gloomy, his eyes staring sternly at the void ahead, full of murderous air.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly. It was Feng Hui who came here, but the aura on his body was stronger than before. Not only that, he clearly felt that the hidden strength in Feng Hui was far more terrifying than what he had seen on the surface. .

"The son."

Zhu Ming and the other two elders hurried forward and cried out.

The audience also fell silent, looking at Feng Hui quietly, especially Gu Yu and Zhao Hang, the two of them were even more shocked. The momentum and evil spirit on Feng Hui's body made them feel palpitations.

Zi Yuanyi was beside Yang Qingxuan and gently touched his sleeve.

Yang Qingxuan understood, nodded lightly, and said through the sound transmission: "It should be that he has cultivated the Desolate Sky Jue, but I don't know the progress and results."

Zi Yuan's face was cold, and the sound transmission said: "This person is more vicious than that Liuhao, I hope they will die together."

Yang Qingxuan couldn't help but smile, and the sound transmission said: "How can there be such a good thing in the world, these two people are like heroes, then Gu Yu and Zhao Hang are as famous as these two, I am afraid it will not be simple."

Feng Hui's gaze swept around like a dragonfly, and all the people who were swept by his gaze trembled all over, and there was a fear from the bottom of his heart, and their expressions changed drastically.

Feng Hui swept around, his eyes closed, and he said coldly: "Order the entire city to search for Liuhao. Anyone who hides Liuhao's whereabouts or contacts with Liuhao will be killed without mercy!"

Zhu Ming and the other two old men were all shocked. The three looked at each other, their expressions awe-inspiring, and they clasped their fists together and said: "Yes!"

Zhu Ming said again: "My son, what Liu Hao said when he left..."

Feng Hui's face changed slightly, staring into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Is it the big teleportation formation left by the Huang Clan? It's hard to tell whether this matter is true or not, but since Liu Hao specifically said it, I'm afraid that I will point you He will personally take people to investigate, even if he has any tricks, he will never succeed!"

"Yes!"

The three of them immediately took their orders and began to give orders and orders to continue, ordering the entire city to search for Liu Hao.

At this time, a warrior suddenly shouted: "Fenghui, we came to participate in the auction, but due to your incompetence in defense, everyone died and injured. Do you want to give us an explanation?"

"Yes, we must give us an explanation!" The rest of the people also followed up and shouted, asking for an explanation.

Feng Hui's gaze shifted and fell on the person, with a cruel grin slowly rising from the corner of his mouth, and he walked through the air step by step, and said hey: "Explain."

The person immediately felt bad, like falling into an ice cave, his face paled, and he trembled: "What are you...what are you going to..."

"What? Give you an explanation!"

Feng Hui's complexion sank, and a restless aura broke out on his body, and he raised his hand and patted it.

Yang Qingxuan squinted his eyes, and saw that under Feng Hui's shot, the exposed arm had turned from smooth and jade-like to withered, shriveled and without any moisture, with green veins violent on it, and the skin was withered yellow.

With a "boom", countless mad sands emerged from the palms and were pushed out in a spiral shape. The violent palms bombarded the person and enveloped him.

Feng Hui's complexion was faint, and then he withdrew his hand, and the corpse-like arm was restored to flesh and blood.

And the man in the middle palm stood there blankly, motionless, as if nothing happened. There was no blood or injury on his body, just covered by a layer of yellow sand, as hard as a thin shell.

As the yellow sand fell off, the horrified and distorted face appeared, with endless fear and despair in his dry eyes, his mouth opened wide, his fingers spread out, and he died like this, becoming a corpse without a drop of water on his body. , The skin and muscles atrophy into a thin layer, sticking to the bones.

A flash of flush appeared on Feng Hui's face, which looked very strange, with cruel eyes gleaming. He looked around with a grin and said, "Who else needs me to explain to him?"

"Hey!" Those who were staring at him, all chilled with fright, and hurried back.

The people who had been called fierce before were all silent, their bodies trembling, and they kept retreating.

Feng Hui stared at them disdainfully, and said sarcastically: "If it's okay, you can go away. If you want me to explain it, just keep it. I'll give it to you."

"Wow!"

When the voice fell, everyone flew away.

Tens of thousands of people quickly dispersed, and dozens of people were left alone. They seemed not afraid of Feng Hui and left slowly.

Yang Qingxuan and Ziyuan also turned and left. The moment they turned around, they clearly felt Fenghui's gaze staring over, and the two of them were stunned, but they didn't have any expressions, but flew away peacefully.

Feng Hui looked back after seeing the two of them flying far away, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

Soon, the guards of Xutian City immediately sealed off the vicinity of the Immortal Hall and began to clean the scene. A large number of broken corpses were washed one by one.

After Yang Qingxuan and Ziyuan flew for a while, they suddenly stopped and stood in the air.

Yang Qingxuan looked around for a while, and said lightly: "Come out."

Fluctuations immediately appeared in the surrounding space, and several people walked out of it, surrounding them.

Yang Qingxuan glanced, familiar faces were Ba Wenrui, the red-faced old man who robbed Qingluan's blood, and five others, all of whom had never seen faces. Several of them seemed to be overpriced, but they didn't remember. Up.

One of them was thin, with a dark face like a zombie, and a small red hair on his face. He said coldly, "My friend, this auction will not be a small harvest."

Yang Qingxuan had no expression on his face, and said lightly: "The harvest is small and not small. I care about you? Are you very idle? You also care about other people's affairs?"

The Hong Mao was taken aback, this answer was a bit different, and he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Hey, what my friend said is that everyone is not idler. It's better to retreat and let your skills increase a bit if you have this time. So, don't delay everyone's time, hand over the real blood of Qingluan, and then the road will turn to the sky. Go to one side." Another man with a broom head and a horn earring said grimly.

"Okay."

Yang Qingxuan replied quickly, then took out the amber, placed it on his palm, and stretched it out, "Come and get it if you want it."

All of the seven opened their eyes wide, staring at the red glowing amber, with greed and excitement in their eyes, and they kept licking their lips, but no one dared to go forward to take them. They seemed to be jealous of each other, but quiet. Got down and stood there still.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and scolded: "A group of scumbags, put in front of you, and I don't have the guts to take it."

The red hair hooked his finger, his eyes flashed, and said, "Throw it over."

"Throw your sister", Yang Qingxuan sneered, and said: "Trash, the meal is right in front of you, you want me to feed it into your mouth? Go ****!"

He grabbed his five fingers, protected Amber in his palm, and blasted the man's face with a punch.