Cultivator In Martial God World

The time for the great Remnant Soul to enter this universe is definitely very long.

If Remnant Soul is in Dongdong or Mina, where has the time gone?

Thinking of this, Ziyun's eyes were puzzled.

For such a long period of time, even if Dongdong and Mina are dull and lack innate talent, their spirit strength should have reached a terrifying level, which will never be the case now.

Is it wrong?

She thought.

But she hasn't done any investigation of the situation in the two of them now. Everything has to wait for Yang Xuan to come back.

"Well, let's not talk about the sad past, what do you think this is?" As he said, Ziyun jumped out two pieces of chocolate from his arms.

He got this kind of snack from Yang Xuan. He thought it tasted good, so he brought some more.

Sure enough, the two had never seen each other. Under the guidance of Ziyun, they put them in their mouths, and the eyes immediately lit up.

"It's delicious!"

Where did the brother and sister have eaten such a delicious thing?

"If it tastes delicious, eat more!" Ziyun smiled.

……

bang!

The loud noise from the dual levels of spirit and body almost shattered the void that was never fully healed, and the number one has become The tattered body spun around and flew out.

The viscous liquid from its body is sprayed everywhere, and the breath is weak and weak.

Look at Yang Xuan again, it's actually not much better.

Under the premise of not using Rule Power on a large scale, the power of Number One is basically the same as that of him. After fighting each other, neither of them will benefit.

But the good news is that No.1 has always left a Heart of Fear to his terrifying Rule Power, and in the battle, it is gradually at a disadvantage.

Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, this is that he is really getting the results by virtue of his true abilities, without half water and falsehood. Today, he can be said to have truly become the Number One Person in the universe, invincible except for the one in front of him.

Of course, the unfathomable Helim is another matter.

The battle is still going on, Yang Xuan will not let No.1 have any breathing opportunities.

It's really so-called to take advantage of his illness and kill him. Rainstorm usually sends out waves after waves of continuous attacks, and smashes toward Number One headlessly.

The situation on No.1 has gradually become precarious, roaring again and again, but there is no way to reverse this situation.

On power, Yang Xuan is almost on par with him.

On spirit strength, it is half and half of Yang Xuan.

On the understanding and use of rules, Yang Xuan Ha vaguely overwhelmed him, how can this battle be fought?

After thinking about it, it turned out to retreat.

As soon as the retreat was revealed, it was immediately revealed on the battle strength, Yang Xuan keenly felt that the inner strength of No.1 was fading rapidly, and felt somewhat imaginary.

As smart as he is, how can he not immediately think of the number one plan.

"Want to run? Come die for me!" Yang Xuan let out a cry, the golden wings connecting to heaven penetrating the earth behind him instantly closed in front of him, and the terrifying golden light flew back and forth between the void and reality. Shuttle, like a shuttle weaving cloth, weaves a cage of terror.

Fear No. 1 immediately knew that the thoughts in his heart had affected the battle strength.

However, at this time, the defeat is complete. Even if it wants to regain its spirit to confront the enemy, it is impossible, not to mention that it has no intention of fighting.

bang!

In just an instant, Yang Xuan's golden cage completely shrank, forming a golden light group, weaving No.1 in it.

But at the next moment, Yang Xuan's brows wrinkled, and when he reached out and grabbed it, the golden light disappeared, revealing a piece of maternal skin that had been pressed into thin paper.

"Golden Cicada shelling? Space Law?" Yang Xuan sneered, waved his big hand, tearing the starry sky in front of him with his bare hands, and stepped in.

In the crazy void, the power of colorful colors forms a heaven overflowing giant wave, wave after wave of attacks come, far away, the body of No.1 flashes away, and disappeared in an instant .

How can Yang Xuan give up, stepping on the colorful lines, breaking through the huge waves alone, pursuing with all his strength.

But after all, it was a bit slow.

Void is no more than reality. The resistance formed by the chaotic Rule Power is infinite. One step ahead is equivalent to a rather long distance and advantage. Therefore, even Yang Xuan has already used his whole body. Strength, there is no way to narrow the distance between the two.

At the end, because Void Power was even more crazier, he simply lost the shadow of No.1, and could no longer chase his breath.

"Fuck!" Yang Xuan cursed annoyedly, and stopped the pursuit.

Number One is not weak after all, even if he is defeated, he really has no choice but to escape with all his strength.

Moreover, the one he was worried about, after losing the lock on Number One, it turned back secretly and killed Ziyun again, which would be bad.

In view of this, Yang Xuan gave up the pursuit and returned to the Bossa universe again.

Took a deep breath and the Spiritual Qi in the body begins to recover.

This battle was actually a big burden for him. In the end, it was almost exhausted.

Fortunately, his strength recovers at an amazing speed, but he doesn't worry about other things.

After recognizing the direction a bit, Yang Xuan broke through the starry sky again.

When he reappeared, he was already on the plain before.

The dust above the ruins under the feet has not yet fallen, and the corpses buried under the sand is really horrible to see.

But Yang Xuan doesn't care.

This is not to say that he is cold-blooded, but that he has long been accustomed to it, and he is indifferent to life and death.

Divine sense scanned it for a while and found the breath clues left by Ziyun.

Following this breath, Yang Xuan's figure flashed, and he reached the mountain.

The dim firelight illuminates the night sky, and the bright starlight like a fairy shines down, and the silver white river of stars flows quietly.

This foreign world night is so quiet and pleasant. Who would have thought that there was a tragic massacre that wiped out millions of people before?

The so-called impermanence is only this afraid.

I don't know what kind of insects are singing a lullaby softly in the distance.

Yang Xuan is looking at her, and she is looking at Yang Xuan.

Two children cuddled up next to her, lying on her lap and fell asleep.

Ziyun laughed awkwardly.

Yang Xuan slowed down, walked over and sat beside the fire, and asked: "Asleep?"

Ziyun nodded, whispered: "Well, I fell asleep , I’m probably too tired, alas, it’s just a child after all."

Yang Xuan looked at her with great interest, and then at two children, said with a slight smile: "It doesn’t seem to belong to you. Style, right?"

Ziyun gave him a white look: "What style do I have? I feel happy, it's style."

Yang Xuan was speechless and could only turn the topic to ask "What's the situation?"

Of course, Ziyun knew what he was asking, hearing this frowned and shook his head: "Something is not like, did we make a mistake?"

"Impossible Wrong." Yang Xuan shook his head and pointed at the little girl Mina and said: "I can feel that there is a kind of willpower in her body that is beyond the universe. That is definitely the Remnant Soul we are looking for."

"It's not the right time!" Ziyun frowned, stroked Mina's little face lightly, and said: "Remnant Soul entered the Bosha universe a long time ago, but these two children She is very young, and she doesn't understand Spiritual Cultivation."

Yang Xuan also frowned.

This is a problem.

After thinking about it for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Maybe it was countless reincarnations!"

"Reincarnations?" Ziyun was taken aback for a moment, and then rays appeared in his eyes. of light.

This is entirely possible.

"You check it out." Ziyun said in a low voice, and then said: "Don't hurt them."

"en!" Yang Xuan gently nodded, divine sense It rushed past like flowing water.