Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "The three people die in the same way, with one blow, or even with one move, simple and violent. It can be seen that the person who shoots is far better than the three. They can shoot such terrible thunder. Wen, I think I already know who it is. The trouble that should come will come after all."

"Who is it?" Hua Zhang's several people were terrified, and Yuan Kui also showed condensed expressions, all looking at Yang Qingxuan.

"It's a long story. This person comes from the Ancient Thunder Realm, and I am afraid that there is too much power. If you meet him, you must never fight him. If there is a conflict, disperse as soon as possible, and I will deal with him. "Yang Qingxuan said solemnly.

"Ancient Thunder Territory, Tai, Tai Tian?!" Hua Zhang said in shock: "This is impossible, how can Tai Tian enter the trial ground?"

Yuan Kui was also taken aback. Although Zhan Lingzong was a first-rate force, it was still far from the Thunder Ancient Domain, one of the top nine.

Yang Qingxuan said: "I don't know about this. That person will appear here, I'm afraid that Wuying is the same goal. This person's appearance, died for about a day. In one day, too much can happen, we Hurry up."

Suddenly, the scorched corpse at his feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Yang Qingxuan was about to leave, stopped, turned around, looked at the corpse, and said suspiciously: "Weird, is it my illusion? Did you notice that the corpse seems to have moved?"

"Huh? Moved? How could it be possible." Hua Zhang was startled and smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. The other disciples also shook their heads.

Yang Qingxuan stared at the corpse with golden glow in his eyes, only to feel that where the corpse was cut open, there seemed to be a black air in it, which continued to expand, extending to the limbs.

His complexion changed, and his fingers were brought together to point to the pubic area of ​​the corpse, where the black air surged.

Suddenly, the corpse suddenly raised his arm and grabbed Yang Qingxuan's right wrist at once, so powerful that he couldn't point him down.

"what?!--"

All around exclaimed, they all retreated in horror, all of them were full of horror, "Really moved?", "What's the matter, corpse?"

Yuan Kui also took a breath, and although he did not step back, his face turned pale and he was obviously frightened. But when he saw Yang Qingxuan's face still expressionless and calm, his heart suddenly pierced like a needle, and a feeling of shame and jealousy spread in his heart.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were like torches, staring at the corpse's dantian without blinking.

After the black air surged, he guessed that there was something wrong with the corpse. What is certain is that the corpse is dead, and all the roots are in the black air.

Moreover, Yang Qingxuan was no stranger to the aura that came out of this black aura, it was the power of the dark night.

After the corpse grabbed Yang Qingxuan's hand, he slowly sat up, his eyes that were originally dilapidated and godless, filled with a mysterious light, actually spoke, "Yang Qingxuan?"

"Hey!"

Yang Qingxuan took a cold breath, his arm shook, and immediately shook the corpse's hand away, taking a few steps back.

This time it was really shocked. If the corpse was just borrowed to return to life, or any mutation, he could accept it.

However, the immediate announcement of his name made him tremble with fright, and his face turned pale after more than ten feet away.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Yang Qingxuan stared at the corpse and asked.

He originally wanted to ask if you were a human or a ghost, but suddenly felt that it didn’t matter whether it was a human or a ghost. What’s important is what is going on?

"Hey." The corpse made a strange sound, stood up directly from the ground, stared at Yang Qingxuan, and walked over, saying: "Zi Yuan has been collected as a star by you, but is it in your star ring?"

Yang Qingxuan took a few more steps, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?" He calmed down a little, knowing that the corpse must have been possessed.

Ziyuan was in the star ring and could perceive and see things outside, and she was equally surprised. How could a corpse that is inexplicable suddenly be possessed by someone and knowing it?

More than 30 ferrymen's disciples were scattered in a semi-circular shape, guarding the corpse, all trembling and nervous.

The corpse continued to walk towards Yang Qingxuan, and said in a weird voice: "Let me see her."

"No!" Yang Qingxuan flatly refused.

There was a flash of black energy in the corpse's eyes, and a beast-like roar came from the corpse's mouth.

A sharp look flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, and he raised his hand and slapped it.

Although this corpse was terrifying, and the dark night gas was strange, it was not powerful.

"boom!"

Sure enough, the palm hit the corpse, and it directly flew out and rolled onto the swamp.

The disciples of the ferrymen were relieved when they saw this. It seemed that this thing was not too scary.

The corpse was draped in hair. It was Zhuang Quan’s corpse. He staggered up from the ground, stared at Yang Qingxuan, then shook his head, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed it to the side, and a huge suction force directly moved a The ferryman's disciple sucked it.

"what?!--"

The disciple was originally on guard. Seeing the corpse was blasted off, he relaxed his vigilance and was arrested when he didn’t want to. He was so frightened that his hands and feet fluttered, he was grabbed by Zhuang Quan’s head, and his head was "clicked". He twisted it down and threw it into the sky.

"Ah!" The rest of the ferrymen's disciples all stepped back in an instant, their faces turned pale in fright, and once again raised their guards to the extreme.

I saw that the headless disciple, bleeding from his neck, was bitten by Zhuang Quan and sucked the blood into his body.

Zhuang Quan's chest was cut open with a fist by Lei Jun, and it was clear that the blood and bones inside were torn apart, and the blood flowed down his neck and then penetrated into his body.

"Guru." There was a hard swallowing sound, and everyone had scalp tingling.

It stands to reason that he killed his companions in the organization. Everyone wanted to go up and desperately, but no one dared to move.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with golden eyes and shouted, "No, he is sucking blood and repairing his body!" As he said, the figure shook, and a sword shot away.

Zhuang Quan's open chest slowly healed under the blood soaking, and even on the charred body, where the thunder pattern was printed, cyan thunder arcs were constantly ejected, pushing the thunder out of the body, and slowly returning to the normal color. skin.

Zhuang Quan shot a strange light in his eyes, threw the disciple in his hand forward, and at the same time his body retreated sharply. The disciple's body was cut into large pieces of meat under Yang Qingxuan's sword aura.

Yang Qingxuan was frightened, took a cold breath, rushed from that disciple's sky full of pieces of meat, and slashed out.

The white flame burst from the sword, turning into a red lotus fire, swirling upward.

Karma fires to slash crimes, punish evil!

//I asked the master: "I code words every day, I am stressed, do not eat well, sleep well, earn less money, others have time for vacation, but I can’t, and I’m very tired and confused, and I’m panicked. What should I do?" The Zen master held his left chest with his right hand and said nothing. I suddenly said, "You mean that you don't forget your original intention, and you can always do it, right?" The Zen master shook his head and said, "I used to be a code word before I became a monk! Today I heard you say these again, and my heart was panicked!"