Heavenly God Mnemonic

"what!"

Some warriors who were close to the place were touched by the thick water, and their bodies quickly dissolved. After a few breaths, they disappeared and fell completely.

This made everyone panic.

Suddenly, the sword sounded from the earth again, and a hundred ghosts cheered in the air, and all kinds of ghosts screamed, "huh", "chi", "chi"...

Then Jianmang rose up into the sky, drew several slashes in the air, directly smashing a piece of human beings into pieces, bleeding the sky.

In that huge gloom, ghosts gradually flashed out.

The Hundred Ghosts Night Sword grew more than ten times bigger, and was grasped by the huge half-length skeleton that appeared. Two clusters of cold ghost fires in his pupils illuminate the world like seeing through everything.

"My God! What the **** is this?!"

"Run!!"

There was chaos in the crowd, and they fled around.

Yang Qingxuan and others, who had escaped, did not go too far. After all, this is related to the method of leaving, and they all looked back from a distance.

Except for Yang Qingxuan, who saw the true body of Ghost Zun early, the others were all stunned.

"Don't run! Calm everyone! We have thousands of people, no matter what ghosts, we can handle it!" In the restless crowd, a strong shouted, which made the flustered crowd gradually calm down.

"That's right, it's just a ghost. We came all the way, and we didn't miss him. Everyone worked together to suppress him, and the passage should be under the control of this man." There was a martial artist's immediate support, and thousands of people stopped. Scattered around the ghost statue, showing hostile eyes.

The green fire in Guizun's eyes "bang" jumped, and the huge sword light flashed in the air, cutting it in all directions!

"boom!"

The entire universe was shocked, and the small bodies of the hundreds of warriors, after a short pause, shattered along with the sky and turned into dust.

With one sword, hundreds of people were directly beheaded.

The warrior in the sky has not yet reacted, and the second sword is here!

"boom!"

The power of this sword is more powerful than before, and the surviving warriors directly wiped out thousands of people.

Ghost Zun opened his mouth and sucked violently.

On the empty sky, the dead souls of those killed suddenly appeared, all wailing in horror, and he forcibly sucked them into their mouths and ate them.

Also chewed a few times like aftertaste.

"Hey!"

The remaining hundreds of people were so frightened that they fled around crying and crying.

Yang Qingxuan's hands and feet were also cold, and a heart fell to a trough in an instant. With such a terrifying power, killing the heaven is like killing an ant!

"Run away! What are you still doing here?!"

Hua Jieyu's horrified voice awakened Yang Qingxuan, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a large thunder pattern appeared and a small Wan Lei magneto-optical disc appeared, and he shouted, "Go!"

But the thunder light lingered in the sky, like a night flower, one by one disappeared.

When the black shadows in front of the few people dazzled, they found that the ghost statue was close at hand, and the huge Hundred Ghost Night Sword pointed directly at them.

Under the power of Jianwei and Guizun, all of them seemed to be filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

Shi Yuyan exclaimed: "Yang Qingxuan!"

He pinched the Jue with both hands, and Xuan Yuan flew out the water-controlled flag, emitting waves of water.

Yang Qingxuan immediately understood, and raised his hand to offer Wuji apricot and yellow flag.

The green fire pupils of Ghost Zun shrank, and Hyakki Yexing cut over.

"boom!"

The sword body passed through the double flags, and then flicked, the powerful sword intent dispersed, shaking off the flags that were originally to be merged.

Then Gui Zun handed his arm, and the big sword pierced Yang Qingxuan, and the eyes of green fire burned, seeming very excited.

Yang Qingxuan's heart shrank, and his breathing stagnated. He had never been so close to death in his life. He couldn't resist the power of that sword.

The painstaking practice for decades is so fragile and vulnerable.

That firm Taoist heart, indomitable will, and unreturned belief seemed to collapse at this moment.

But at this moment, the sword suddenly stopped three feet away, as if a huge force suppressed it.

"drink……"

Gui Zun opened his mouth and made a low and angry voice.

On his body, a huge sword-shaped brand appeared, like a seal, binding every bone in his body, even every bit of strength.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, opened his eyes wide, and lost his voice: "That's..."

There was also a flickering sword mark on the center of his eyebrows, which was exactly the same as that on the ghost, but it was countless times smaller.

Shi Yuyan also said in amazement: "The Wuhun seal of the Taixuan Sword Tomb?"

The sword mark on Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows shone, and the huge sword mark that imprisoned the ghost also moved, like a huge cage, suppressing it.

Yang Qingxuan's hands and feet chilled, wiped off the sweat on his face, his face was still pale, and he sighed deeply, saying: "Fortunately, even though it is out of control, it seems to be suppressed."

Shi Yuyan also had lingering fears, and said, "Then what should I do now? This suppression seems to have been triggered automatically, not released by you, right?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said: "It is triggered automatically, but it can be triggered, and it can definitely be self-released, but I won't stop it." He stretched out his hand and took back the shaken Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner.

At this moment, in the sky, apart from him and Wu Ying, Ade, Shi Yuyan and Aunt Huang, there was no one left.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the ghost, and smiled bitterly: "Although it is suppressed, how do you end it?"

The power of the flickering soul mark at the center of his eyebrows, as well as his physical stamina, was also rapidly consumed, as if it could not be maintained for a long time.

Angry eyes burst from the green fire pupil of the ghost, and some hoarse voices were made in his mouth.

After a while, the voice gradually became clear, as if saying "contract", "brand"...

Yang Qingxuan swallowed some pills to prevent his physical energy from being exhausted by the sword seal of the Taixuan Sword Tomb, then it might really be over.

He stared at the ghost for a while, and every time the voice was spit out, it was a little clearer, and in the end it was really clear that he was saying "brand, contract."

He couldn't help but moved in his heart and said, "Can you understand me? Can you communicate?"

The green fire in Gui Zun's eyes gradually calmed down, and he uttered a clear human voice, saying: "Yes."

Shi Yuyan and others were surprised and delighted.

Facing an enemy who can communicate is better than a ghost who knows nothing but kills.

Yang Qingxuan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he can communicate, he feels less stressed. He immediately said, "Who are you?"

The green fire flashed in the ghosts of the ghost, and after a while, he said: "I am the condensed thing of all ghosts. I used to be a ghost emperor, but now I have fallen to half a ghost."

Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Ghost Emperor, Ghost Venerable, and the previous Ghost King, what are these things?"

Gui Zundao: "It is a division of strength in the ghost world. From the level of this star field, the ghost king is almost equivalent to the Dao state."