Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Such terrible power...Is this still the realm of Xiaotian?" Shi Yuyan was completely dumbfounded, and her eyes were dull with Aunt Huang shielding her back with a small golden shield.

Not only her, but the few who survived, were all shocked beyond words, and their hearts seemed to be suffocated.

The entire Little Yama Temple was wiped out in ashes, and a large pit more than ten feet deep appeared underground.

Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly. This endless catastrophe directly exploded a bottomless tiankeng when he was on the Asura Road. At this moment, it only shattered the ground for more than ten feet, showing the strength of this little Yama Temple.

All the ghosts were gone, and the ghost king was completely wiped out.

Yang Qingxuan adjusted his breath a little, then turned his glaring eyes and looked around. Suddenly his pupils shrank slightly, and a little golden light shot out from his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and something exploded in the pit, which turned into golden light and fell into his hand, which was a key.

"Is this the key Xi Da said?"

The key is about seven inches long, full of golden light, and feels very heavy. There is a giant eye-like pattern on the key plate, which is inlaid with gems, and the key handle has seven teeth of different lengths, as if it contains a certain rule, and exudes lightness. Golden light.

Yang Qingxuan didn't understand the use of this key, so he turned it over and received the star ring.

He is a little embarrassed now, the ghost king is dead, and the Little Yama Temple is gone, how can he leave this **** road?

Turning around and looking at everyone, they found that everyone was still in shock and dullness.

Yang Qingxuan said, "Are you all right?"

Everyone came back to their senses one by one, and the look in his eyes had become extremely awe-inspiring. Even Kuiying and Yanxue were full of fear, regretting their previous meanness.

Yang Qingxuan asked, "Now the Little Yan Luo Temple is gone, who knows how to leave this **** road?"

Shi Yuyan stood up, looked at the pit in amazement, and said in shock: "How could this happen? The Little Yama Temple is the center of the formation of the entire Hell Dao. It cannot be destroyed. It is gone now, I am afraid it will be the entire Hell Dao. ..."

Yang Qingxuan is also proficient in formations, and immediately understands the key, and loses his voice: "You mean... the entire **** path will be gone? What about the entire six paths?"

Shi Yuyan said: "It seems that you have also discovered the problem. I have read a lot of records about Yinwu Temple. In an ancient book, it was mentioned that this small six-way reincarnation array evolved from a trace of reincarnation, forming six ways. The situation is interlocking and endless. If one of them is destroyed, the entire six-dimensional formation will have to be destroyed."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a moment, and said, "It's not a good thing that the six great formations are destroyed. Maybe you can enter the Yinwu Palace directly."

Shi Yuyan smiled bitterly: "But it is also possible to die with this formation."

Everyone was shocked, and there was a sense of powerlessness for the next fate.

Suddenly, a low and resentful voice came, sarcastically: "Without the power of the realm king, it is impossible to destroy the six great formations."

Shi Yuyan was surprised: "Who are you?"

Yang Qingxuan also became vigilant, a strange feeling filled his heart.

Suddenly, a deep and secluded cold light lit up on the earth, intertwined in the air into a strange scene, full of endless resentment.

Amidst the cold glow, an immature figure slowly condensed, and then turned around, it turned out to be the ghost king.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, "You are not dead yet?!"

The Ghost King stared at him, his eyes flashed with green lights, and he said coldly: "I won't die."

Beside him, those green lights and resentments, like lonely ghosts, roam the sky, and more and more.

Shi Yuyan looked at the earth in amazement, "Could it be that below..."

The King of Ghosts lowered his head, glanced at her, and said, "It seems that you have already guessed that the Little Yama Temple is indeed the center of the formation. It can not only travel through the six paths, but more importantly, suppress the construction of this The countless souls of Hell Road."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were cold, and he said, "Xio want to be proud, I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time!"

The King of Ghosts glanced at him contemptuously, then sneered: "You didn't understand what I said. I just said that I won't die. What you kill is just the flesh I cultivated. My body is these. The grievances have been floating in the **** road for countless years, condensed. Unless all the grievances are overrun, I am immortal."

Yang Qingxuan is stupid, so how do you fight this?

The ghost king raised his hand, pointed at him, and said coldly: "You destroyed the Little Yama Temple, and now countless souls will come out of **** and leave the six realms. The entire Black Sea, and even the star field, will be affected. spread."

Wu Ying said in shock: "Don't be alarmist, where are there so many grievances here? Even if there are, the suppression has long been gone for millions of years."

The ghost king nodded and said: "It has indeed dissipated a lot, but the current number is enough to destroy the Black Sea. Before these lives, they were all powerful in the Black Sea and were killed by Gu Yao. At that time, the entire Black Sea was almost destroyed. You can estimate how many there are. Later, Vera established these six ways, not to protect the Yin Wu Temple, the biggest purpose of which is to guide and transcend these resentful souls."

The cold light transmitted from the surface continues to spread around.

The lone souls and wild ghosts in the sky began to increase, and slowly came out, as if there was no consciousness, but full of resentment.

The ghost king looked at the crowd mockingly, and said with a sneer: "Although the ghost generals are gone, killing these resentful souls is easy for you, but how many have you killed? The Black Sea creatures killed by Gu Yao back then were in the Black Sea. More than half!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and those resentful souls flew down, revealing a hideous appearance, and they scattered with one shot.

But as the ghost king said, how many can they kill? How many creatures are more than half of the Black Sea?

Yang Qingxuan also felt that his heart was sinking continuously, and he had the courage to fight no matter how strong an enemy was, but this kind of endless killing made him fall into despair.

The ghost king stared at him, stretched out his hand, and said coldly: "Return the key to me."

Yang Qingxuan said, "Return it to you, help us get out of here."

The King of Ghosts retracted his hand and sneered: "Then you keep it, you will eventually be swallowed by the grievances one day, I will wait slowly. Time is nothing to me."

Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "Perhaps you are right. If you are really immortal, there are still many ways to deal with you, such as..."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the same eerie ghostly spirit spread from his palm.

Shi Yuyan and others were taken aback and hurriedly dispersed. I saw a ghost cry and wolf howling in Yang Qingxuan's palm, a ghostly spirit of yin and evil gushing out continuously, and a ghastly sword slowly turned into his hand.

Under the green fire, Yang Qingxuan's face was as hideous as a ghost king, and he sneered: "For example...refining you into a sword soul... so that you will never be overborn..."