Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan wanted to withdraw his arm, but it was too late. The fifteen hanging beads shook the Jumang finger away and wrapped it around his arm. The whole arm seemed to be scorching on fire, and the pain was unbearable.

"Hey!"

Even if he cultivated Zhiyang Zhenqi, he felt that his arm was about to split when he was roasted.

On the other arm, the corpse Yang grabbed the Demon Slashing Sword, motionless.

Everyone was shocked and wanted to come up for rescue, but except for Du Ruo and Mo Lan, all the other five struggled to get up, standing unstable and completely losing their combat power.

Du Ruo desperately urged the martial soul Yu Lei, thunder and lightning shot away, loudly: "Yang Qingxuan, go back!"

Mo Lan was also desperately playing Bing Edge, unable to break through the air wave formed by the fifteen hanging beads.

Yang Qingxuan didn't want to retreat, but now both hands are imprisoned, unless the real strong man breaks his wrist and cuts off the arm bound by the beads, if he breaks his arm, the other party will take the opportunity to go up, and there will be no place to bury him.

He took a sharp breath, the real law on his left arm revolved, giving up resistance, and instead inhaled the terrifying Yang Zhenqi into his arm.

"According to the way of the other, return to the body!"

Zhiyang Zhenqi turned in his body, like a fireball rolling in the meridians, Yang Qingxuan endured the huge pain, gritted his teeth and said: "Five Yang Yaokong!"

Above both hands, five blazing suns appeared respectively, transformed into animal heads, a total of ten, under the rotation, like a big windmill leaping between the arms, bombarding the sun corpse!

"Boom!"

Ten flames of sun continued to blast on Yang Corpse's body like a warhammer, shaking his body, but his two arms still held Yang Qingxuan tightly.

There was a stalemate confrontation between the two, and circles of Zhiyang Zhenqi swelled out and dispersed in all directions, and flames continued to burn in the air, wheezing out.

The corpses all over the ground were all crawling on the ground, trembling with horror in their mouths.

Du Ruo and Mo Lan's attacks appeared weaker, and they were completely useless under the terrible air wave.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan is like a container, sucking the fifteen sun-hung qi into his body, and then using the technique of "using the other way and giving back to the other body", it is transformed into two strokes of five suns to maintain the sky. The ten flames of the scorching sun contended with the corpse of the sun.

"Roar!"

The Yang Corpse's mouth kept roaring, he only had the instinct to attack, and he didn't have much IQ. He couldn't find the trickiness in it, and he could only continuously stimulate the power of the sun in the fifteen hanging beads.

Yang Qingxuan was also uncomfortable. The yang energy in these fifteen beads far exceeded the level of his six sun palms, and his whole body was trembling with pain. If he hadn't practiced physical skills, he might explode on the spot.

Under the terrible impact of the yang force, the Wujin vest was slightly deformed, and a faint smoke came out.

The other seven people looked sluggish outside of the airwaves. This terrible scene was breathtaking.

Chen Zhen shouted: "Captain!"

He stood up, took a long spear and threw it over, hitting the air wave, was shocked back, "Kang Dang" fell to the ground.

The three girls of Du Ruo also covered their mouths, with tears flashing in their eyes. Yang Qingxuan's body had already begun to turn red, and smoke came out, as if it was cooked.

The roar in the Yang corpse's mouth became stronger and stronger, and he became arrogant. The ten flames of yang zhenqi continued to bombard his body and began to shake.

Du Ruo gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone is ready, and when the two separate, they will attack the corpse of the sun together. That moment must be his weakest moment."

Chen Zhen trembled: "The moment they separate, will the captain be okay?"

Everyone sinks in their hearts and does not want to think about this issue.

In fact, everyone knows that the stalemate between the two at this moment will inevitably come at the cost of the end of one party, but now it is obvious that Yang Qingxuan must die, and it will not persist for too long.

Chen Zhen shed tears and silently picked up the Jiaoruo Jinglong from the ground, lowered his head and said nothing.

In the entire hall, apart from the surging sound of the air wave, there was still the trembling sound of corpses all over the floor. The seven people stood quietly in silent tribute, paying the highest respect to Yang Qingxuan.

The pain in Yang Qingxuan's body became numb as the consciousness gradually weakened, leaving only the numb technique to be used.

The shape of the sword at the center of the eyebrows also dimmed, and when the Demon Slashing Sword in his hand shook, it turned into a little bit of light and disappeared in his hand.

The corpse of the Yang roared, seeming to have noticed the weakness of the other party, with irritability and excitement in his voice, and his left hand was like a knife, and it plunged into Yang Qingxuan's heart.

"Snapped!"

Just as everyone's hearts twitched, and the moment the sadness came from their hearts, a big hand came out and suddenly grabbed the Yang Corpse!

"this is……"

Everyone's eyelids twitched, and they saw Yang Qingxuan grabbing the arm of the Yang Corpse, which was furry, not like a human hand.

"How can you... lose to... you like this... people are not people... ghosts are not ghosts... monsters..."

Yang Qingxuan lowered his head and murmured, as if unconscious.

But the seven of them were all surprised and happy. What was happy was that he still had combat power. To his surprise... Yang Qingxuan seemed to be changing in front of him. Not only his arms, but also his whole body seemed to grow hairy.

Chen Zhen was shocked: "This...what's going on? Did the captain also change?"

A different color flashed in Du Ruo's eyes and said with joy, "It's not a corpse change, it's a demonization!"

She explained: "During the long evolution of the major races, many races have intermarried, which will lead to intermingling of blood. Many human races hide the blood of the monster race. This must be the case for Yang Qingxuan. Yes! Among his ancestors, there have been people from the demon race, so before he died, he stimulated the power in his bloodline and began to return to the ancestors to demonize!"

Meng Rui's eyes flickered, and he said in horror: "Demonization?" He also knows the legend of demonization, but Yang Qingxuan's phenomenon at this moment made him faintly feel wrong, and thought of another possibility.

Meng Rui lowered his head, looked at the broken blade in his hand, and returned to the mine with his thoughts, and said in horror, "Could it be that drop of blood?"

Suddenly, a wild and overbearing roar came from Yang Qingxuan's mouth, as if coming from the distant past through layers of time and space!

Everyone was in a trance in an instant, as if the hall and the corpse were gone. With that roar, time and space seemed to flow back to the endless barren ancient times, the strong swallowing mountains and seas, tearing lightning!

A figure is solitary in time and space, shoulders are equal to the sky!

The Yang Corpse also seemed to be sluggish, not understanding why the person in front of him had changed. When Yang Qingxuan raised his head, a hairy face and Lei Gong's mouth appeared, his eyes shooting golden light.

"what!!--"

There was a earth-shattering cry from the Yang corpse's mouth. The corpse hair all over his body stood up instantly, trembling like chaff, as if he was greatly frightened, and went crazy instantly. With a scream of fear, he threw down those fifteen hanging beads. , Flee outside the hall!