Heavenly God Mnemonic

Du Ruo and the others were all dumbfounded. They didn't understand why the corpse had escaped, but Meng Rui suddenly reacted and shouted, "Shoot!"

The seven people had accumulated their strength for a long time, and they broke out in an instant, hitting the sun corpse.

The corpse of the Yang was neither defensive nor hiding, just fleeing madly outside the hall, as if seeing the most terrifying face in the world, directly frightening him.

"boom!"

Seven attacks came in an instant, hit the corpse of the sun, shook him out, and slammed it against the wall with a "boom", squeezing out a big hole and sinking in.

I don't know what material the palace is made of, so it is so strong.

There were countless wounds on the body of the Yang corpse, but it seemed that he didn't know it at all, and there was a horrified wailing in his mouth, shaking.

Everyone could see that the corpse of the Yang was so scared that it was so scared.

Du Ruo shouted: "Don't stop attacking!" A thunderball flew past her hand.

The other six people also understand that if he is sick, he will kill him!

Various means came out one after another, slammed for a while, completely killed the corpse of the sun, and rolled down the crown cap on his head.

The corpse of the sun died in the wall, the red eyes like gems were filled with endless fear, the body had been beaten, but the feeling of not knowing it, it seemed to be frightened to death.

The seven people all watched this scene weirdly, not knowing why.

After that roar, Yang Qingxuan seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell directly to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

The heat wave on Ujin's vestments directly shattered the ground, and the vestments also shattered, splitting into halves on the ground.

"Qingxuan!"

"team leader!"

Meng Rui and Chen Zhen ran forward for the first time, probed Yang Qingxuan's breath and heartbeat, and found that they were still alive, and couldn't help crying with joy. They sat down beside Yang Qingxuan and laughed.

Looking at their appearance, the other people were relieved to know that Yang Qingxuan was not dead.

But in an instant, the faces of several people became extremely difficult to look.

Following the death of the Yang Corpse, the corpses creeping on the ground all wailed and made a low voice. It was Xiao Feng's interpretation of the sound of "Shui Si".

Mo Lan was surprised: "What to do?"

All of them were exhausted, unable to fight anymore, and couldn't lift a bit of strength. Looking at the corpse evil that was gradually surrounding, they couldn't help but turn pale.

Duan Sui said bitterly: "I finally killed the master, but are you going to die in the hands of these people?"

Mo Lan trembled: "Death is not enough to fear, I'm afraid I will become like these corpses..." There was a cry in her voice.

The faces of the others were also pale.

Suddenly, at the entrance of the hall, several figures flashed, and a group of students rushed in from outside.

The leaders are Yue Qiang and Liu Cheng. When they saw the scene in the hall, they both exclaimed: "Don't panic, everyone, we are here to support you!"

Meng Rui was overjoyed and said, "Why did you come in?"

Yue Qiang immediately exploded a corpse, and shouted: "We saw that everyone did not come out for a long time, and there were vibrations and waves of air from time to time in the hall. I was afraid that you would have an accident, so I organized a group of people to rush in. situation."

Even Su Ying and Wen Wen came in with the support of everyone.

Du Ruo said in surprise: "Princess!"

Su Ying danced her sleeves and shot out a series of sharp arrows, shouting: "Du Ruo, rest assured, don't worry about us, these corpses are enough!"

This group of 30 or 40 people who rushed in were all outstanding among the students, and they had a certain level of consciousness to dare to take risks. They were all extremely brave.

Lan Yan meditated, while quietly watching these people, remembering these faces in his mind. Such a strong man with responsibility and bravery is the most eager talent in their family.

With these thirty or forty people clearing the field, Du Ruo and others are temporarily safe, all sitting on the ground, adjusting their interest rates and recovering.

The demonization on Yang Qingxuan's body retreated, lying on the ground weakly, the feeling he felt at that moment, he himself was in a trance, as if he had become a demon monkey, but not so real.

With the fall of the Yang Corpse, the Zhiyang Zhenqi in the main hall gradually dissipated, and the temperature returned to normal from the furnace.

Those corpses were quickly wiped out under the concerted efforts of everyone.

During this period, students rushed in from outside from time to time, and the number of people in the hall reached 60 or 70.

Su Ying glanced at the hall and snorted coldly: "There are thousands of boys, but there are only so few men. You are all brave people. After graduation, if anyone is willing to come to my palace to work, they will be treated preferentially."

Everyone is overjoyed.

Many people practice martial arts in order to have a good future and change their own destiny. Su Ying's promise has undoubtedly opened a sunny road for them.

"Cough, cough."

Lan Yan coughed heavily and said: "My Lan family is thirsty for such talents as you. If you are willing to come to my Lan family to work, the treatment will not be better than..."

After speaking, Su Ying's icy gaze greeted her, Lan Yan's expression changed slightly, and she hurriedly stopped, coughing: "Cough, cough...no better than... everyone knows..."

Su Ying snorted coldly.

Although she is a member of the royal family, every prince and princess also needs to have her own power, otherwise even if there is the aura of the "royal family", you can only be at the bottom of it and be looked down upon.

After the corpse evil was emptied, because the sun's energy in the hall dissipated disorderly, no new corpse evil was dissolved from the ground.

Everyone sat cross-legged in the hall to adjust their breath and cultivate themselves.

After half a day, his qi was basically restored.

Eight people including Yang Qingxuan have also recovered a little, although they are still covered with blood and wounds, they have basic power to act.

Yang Qingxuan picked up the hanging beads that the corpse of the sun had thrown on the ground. They were the size of a baby's fist and were red and transparent. Under the sweep of the divine sense, the terrifying power of the sun radiated from it, even if it was him. I also feel scorching hot.

The rest of the people knew that this bead was a good thing and was of great value, but no one dared to offer a piece of the pie, and Yang Qingxuan had it alone, but there was no complaint.

Yang Qingxuan said, "Xiao Feng, does the current martial soul have other feelings?"

A few people looked at the front of the main hall, that layer of mist seemed not as hideous as before.

Xiao Feng said: "I will try."

As the words were being said, suddenly there was a song in the shadows again, "The faster you go to heaven, the more you need to eat..."

Su Ying shouted: "Wu Zhonghai, what the **** are you doing, come out!"

There was no response inside, and the singing gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other.

A layer of reticulated soul light appeared on Xiao Feng's body, swaying in a daze, his face changed, and his brows frowned, and he said, "There is something weird in it, but I can't tell."