Heavenly God Mnemonic

Gongshan's eyeballs slowly bulged out. His face was already puffy, and those eyeballs were about to fall off at this moment. He said in shock, "Ziyan? You have a martial spirit-invincible under heaven?!"

Yang Qingxuan's face was cold and murderous.

The purple inflammation was beating fiercely at the fingertips, and the ten fingers connected to the heart, the severe pain spread all over the body, but still gritted his teeth, coldly said: "Quickly untie your blood puppetry, otherwise under the purple fire, Never show mercy!"

Qing Buli in the distance was shocked, looking at the Zi Yan sluggishly, as if she understood something.

"Haha! Ziyan, it really is Ziyan!" Gong Shan laughed wildly after a short lag, and said: "What a surprise, it even made me meet the Xeon Wuhun-the world is invincible, haha! By the way, it should be called the enemy of the world now." With a playful smile on his face, he stared at Yang Qingxuan like a piece of fat, licked his lower lips, and smacked his mouth with relish.

Yang Qingxuan was furious and roared: "Damn! You beast, die, die for me!"

The purple inflammation on the fingertips burst out at once, turned into the size of a washbasin, blasted in the air, turned into a whirlwind, and blasted away.

There was nothingness where Ziyan passed.

"Boom!—"

Gong Shan's body was touched by the purple fire and immediately burned to ashes. But within the flames, there was continuous laughter, and the sound disappeared completely when it turned into ashes.

All the people around were dumbfounded, and this series of changes made them completely unable to react.

First, Shangguan Haitang got the power of the golden monkey, arrogant, and killed Gongshan. Then Gong Shan became inexplicably terrifying, and easily subdued Shangguan Haitang. Now Yang Qingxuan showed a terrible purple flame, and instantly burned Gongshan to ashes.

The whole situation is changing so fast that they can't understand it.

"puff!--"

Yang Qingxuan spouted blood. After displaying the purple fire, more than half of the meridians in the body were burned, the true qi was disordered, and there was severe pain on the left shoulder. I wish I could chop off the shoulder.

Wu Qiyue distressedly took out a veil, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said with pity, "Don't use that purple fire anymore. You can't control it, you will die."

Yang Qingxuan resisted, pretending to be okay, grabbed her sweat-wiping hand, and said in surprise: "The blood on your body..."

Those blood lines are like the roots of an old tree, radiating from the center of the eyebrows, like blood vessels, reaching every organ and tissue of the body and cannot be removed.

There were tears in Wu Qiyue's eyes, she was obviously very frightened, "It's useless, this blood puppet technique, as long as the body does not die, the technique cannot be eliminated."

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled and said anxiously: "Then what should I do?"

"That's right. Those who have been hit by blood puppetry will be slaves for a day and slaves for life."

Suddenly on the golden monkey, Shangguan Haitang spoke, his normal pupils turned scarlet, with a creepy smile at the corners of his mouth, and said, "This blood is connected to my body, unless my body dies. , Or the ontology recalls it, otherwise, it will be my slave for life."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and said, "You..."

He just felt cold all over, like falling into an ice cave. Wu Qiyue even leaned forward, like a bird trembling in the wind, pitiful.

"Hehe." Shangguan Haitang looked at him mockingly, and said: "Any blood slave can be a clone of this seat, and this girl is no exception."

Wu Qiyue was so scared that she couldn't stop crying, and she trembled: "Don't...I don't want to be his blood slave...Qingxuan...save me...daddy...save me..."

"Damn it! Get rid of the blood puppetry on her!"

Yang Qingxuan roared hoarsely, the blue veins on his forehead violently, his face was terrifying, the martial soul mark on his left shoulder gleamed, and a humanoid shadow appeared behind him. The terrifying power was concentrated around the shadow, and the space could not bear it. The pressure, shaking severely.

Shangguan Haitang's eyes lit up, looking at the phantom, full of excitement, "Haha, there really is an enemy in the world!

Why, you want to kill me? If this clone dies, I will fall on that girl next time. "

These words were undoubtedly a basin of cold water, poured directly on Yang Qingxuan's head, and instantly poured out his anger, only feeling cold in his hands and feet, completely out of ideas.

"Haha, the weak ants have only the fate of being slaughtered. What if you have the world and enemies? The weak are not worthy of having good things."

Shangguan Haitang hugged her hands in front of her chest, her eyes flashed with strange red, and the blood all over her body was very dazzling. Suddenly Jinhou raised his hand, clenched his fist and slapped Yang Qingxuan, "Such a martial soul is on you, explaining what a violent thing is."

Yang Qingxuan recovered from his lack of consciousness, and hurriedly backed away in shock, but the golden monkey's fist was so big that it was crushed by a mountain, and he could not avoid it no matter how much he retreated.

Seeing that it was about to blast on his body, Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, his murderous aura rose, and he said coldly: "Whether I am qualified to have this martial soul, you cannot comment on it!"

The purple fire on him turned into six fireballs, condensed into a giant palm, and slapped the golden fist.

"Six suns open the sky!"

This golden monkey is very weird and surely contains a secret. But now Wu Qiyue has blood puppetry in her body, and he has been confused, and he has no intention of this secret treasure. He gritted his teeth and used the purple fire again, intending to destroy the golden monkey!

The giant palm condensed by purple flames hit the sky, burning the sky into nothingness, and slapped it on the golden fist!

"Boom!"

The terrible power blasted away, and the purple flames bloomed like fireworks, blasting in all directions, the sky was shot by the sparks of the purple flames, burning thousands of holes, and a series of dark cracks burned out. .

But the golden fist was not damaged at all, and continued to knock down.

"boom!--"

The fist hit Yang Qingxuan, smashing almost all his bones, spouting a mouthful of blood, and flying out. The body's breath dropped sharply, and the body began to carbonize, all the meridians died, and the body began to collapse steadily under internal and external difficulties.

Jasper Gourd exudes vitality from his waist, repairing his body, but it is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket, and he is weak.

"Brother Qingxuan!"

Wu Qiyue was in a hurry, ignoring that she had fallen into blood puppetry, and immediately recovered from her fear, and hurriedly flew over and hugged Yang Qingxuan.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's body was cracked apart by the golden fist on the outside, and the inside was carbonized by Zi Yan's backlash. Wu Qiyue held him, and even the purple heat wave spurted out of her body, burning her jade-like skin with pain.

But she turned a blind eye, hurriedly took out all kinds of pills, and stuffed it into Yang Qingxuan's mouth. Large tears rolled down from his face, and the hands of Saidanyao trembled violently.