Heavenly God Mnemonic

After the arm stretched out from the red mang, the whole body was followed by dark green skin, red hair, head like a cow, and a black hole in his eyes.

The main body is more than seven feet long, as thin as firewood, with five fingers like steel claws, with a string of fiery red beads hanging on his neck, and a crown hat on his head.

There is a three-color feather in the back of the hat, and there is a golden text on the front end, with a strange shape and a strong monster.

All the corpses in the hall knelt before the Lord, shivering in fear.

Yang Qingxuan and other eight people also held their breath and watched vigilantly.

The Lord in front of him also didn't know whether it was a ghost or a demon. Based on the age of this ancient temple, it was speculated that most of this person was a demon clan, who died countless years later and turned into a corpse.

Suddenly Na Zheng advocated his mouth and exhaled a breath of corpse, like a red mist, and a few vicissitudes of life and sad syllables spit out from the sharp mouth, echoing in the hall.

The corpses all over the floor panicked and trembled.

Those few syllables were exactly the same as the ones before, but they were more heavy, vicissitudes and sadness, as if they were telling endless legends.

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "Marshal?"

Xiao Feng nodded, and said, "Yes."

Suddenly, in the pure black eyes of the true master, like a ghost fire, two red lights ignited, shining with precision, like two small gems embedded in coal.

A terrible breath spurted from the main master, with the inherent corpse energy of the corpse evil, and a violent and strange monster energy, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and the hall seemed to become a boiler.

Yang Qingxuan said in horror: "So strong Sun Qi, isn't this righteous corpse evil?"

Meng Rui trembled: "It's Yang Corpse! According to the different conditions of formation, the corpse is divided into many types, among which the two most extreme are the Yin Corpse and the Yang Corpse. The valley is outside the yin and inner yang, and the hall is the most extreme. The place where the Yang converges, so it becomes a Yang Corpse!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a flash of red light in the eyes of the corpse yang, and he rushed down, raised his claws like steel, and hit Mo Lan!

Mo Lan's icy ridge attributes were mutually restrained, causing him even more damage. When he swept his gaze, he recognized her aura and slammed it angrily.

"Ice Prism, Yu!"

Mo Lan was shocked and hurriedly backed away, pinching his right hand in front of him. Pieces of ice mirror appeared in front of him, with nine sides.

"boom--"

The nine mirrors shattered in an instant, the corpse of the sun appeared in front of him, and the steel claws grabbed the small hill-like chest!

Mo Lan was so frightened that Hua Rong turned pale and screamed.

There was a flash of light on Du Ruo's body, and with an electric step, he appeared beside Mo Lan. The pair of halberds merged in front of him, transformed into a sword, and slashed towards the corpse of the sun.

The corpse Yang felt the electric current on the halberd, and made a "click" sound in his mouth, his palm changed direction, and he struck the halberd with a "bang".

Du Ruo's face changed drastically, and the other party's violent Yang corpse air rushed towards her face, and instantly suppressed her imperial thunder.

There was a strange sound in the Yang Corpse's mouth, and the palm of his hand pushed forward, Du Ruo was immediately shocked and flew out, hit the pillar of the hall, bounced back, fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone was shocked, the strongest of the eight was injured in just one move.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Shoot together, otherwise no one will want to live today!"

The Demon Slashing Sword came out, ran the Wuyang Yaokong directly, and the flying body stabbed it.

The sun corpse's ruby-like eyes flashed slightly, facing the five sword auras flying in, pushing his hands in the air repeatedly, making a row of exhaust waves.

The red palm of the wind was on the ground, and the "bang bang" burst into pieces, smashing the sword qi to pieces, unabated, and blasting Yang Qingxuan's body, blasting him out.

Yang Qingxuan only felt that a huge rock hit his chest, groaned, and after landing seven or eight steps back, he lifted the air wave.

He lowered his head and looked at the vestment on his body. There was a shallow palm print, and he was shocked.

He had cultivated Zhiyang Zhenqi and was completely immune to the Yang corpse palm technique. With the defense of the Wujin robes, and the tyrannical body, he was not injured even though he was beaten by the blood under his palm.

At this moment, several other people also shot one after another, attacking the corpse of the sun.

Lan Yan shook the folding fan in his hand, and immediately flew out eleven blue cold glows, blasting through the air.

Yang corpse raised his hand to pat the hidden weapons, but countless hairs poured from all around, completely restraining his limbs.

"Boom bang bang!"

Eleven cold nails shot at him, but they were blocked by a shining red glow, and they all flew away.

Lan Yan's expression changed, and she said in surprise: "That's..."

I saw the scarlet beads hanging on the neck of the Yang corpse flew up, swirling in the sky above his head, emitting a terrible heat wave.

A hoarse voice came from Yang Corpse's mouth, like a spell.

There were fifteen beads in total, floating in the sky and spinning, and various words began to appear on the beads.

Meng Rui said in horror: "It's the Yuan Qi!"

Xiao Feng suddenly yelled, "While, take your hair out!"

Duan Weichai trembled all over, although he didn't know why, but didn't dare to hold it big, he hurriedly collected his hair.

Those tiny hair strands, like snakes, just left the body of the corpse of the sun, and there was a ray of sun emptied from above!

"Boom!"

After the flame was emptied, all those hairs were ignited and burned to Duan Weiwei's body.

"what!!--"

Duan Weiwei yelled in horror, scared Liushen Wuzhu, and watched the fire burn.

Xiao Feng was the closest to her, holding a big sword in his hand and chopped several times before cutting off the burning hair.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Duan Weiwei cried and thanked, Qianjun's hair was taken back, but the hair on his head became messy, like a madman.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Feng to remind her in time, and she would lose her hair when she used the sword, she would suffer damage to her martial soul, or lead to fire to her upper body and be killed.

Xiao Feng said: "You're welcome!" He raised his big sword and rushed towards the corpse of the sun.

Meng Rui and Chen Zhen also attacked one after another, taking out their weapons to attack from different directions.

The corpse Yang stared at the battle spear, his scarlet eyes shrank, and he let out an excited roar, grabbed the bead on his head with one hand, rushed forward, and grabbed the battle spear with the other.

Chen Zhen was shocked, the terrible breath rushed toward his face, and he immediately felt the horror of the Yang Corpse, but his face sank, a arrogance of dissatisfaction flowing in his bones, and shouted: "Thousands of rivers step on the snow!"

Pegasus came out and emerged behind him, his wings spread.

Under the light of the white martial soul, Chen Zhen held the gun in both hands, and rushed forward more bravely!

"Boom!"

On the side of Yang Corpse's body, his five fingers grasped the tip of the gun.

The force of the violent impact caused the corpse to retreat three steps before it stabilized.

Chen Zhen's expression changed drastically. He only felt that the opponent's hand looked like steel claws. No matter how hard he tried, the gun in his hand would not move at all, and he couldn't help yelling, "Star Fist!"

The left hand left the gun body and turned into a punch!