Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan chuckled softly: "Change!"

The body suddenly turned into a god-and-destroy ancient star, and with a "bang", it exploded into countless mad sands, and escaped from the canes.

Kuangsha whirled, once again condensing the figure of Yang Qingxuan in the air.

He raised his hand and swiped, trying to break through the space, the purple fire shot out from his fingertips, but it went out immediately after shaking!

"Hey! What?!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, and the extinguishment of the purple fire had never happened except for his own true primacy.

As the purple fire extinguished, the temperature of the surrounding space dropped suddenly, and the cold air eroded silently and penetrated the skin.

With his cultivation base and physical body, he couldn't help but shudder, as if ice fell into his bones.

Yang Qingxuan quickly pinched his hands with both hands and shouted: "Change again!"

A group of red flames rose from the body, and the whole person instantly turned into a divine bird, Qingluan, the wings formed by the flame spread out in the air, like a huge phoenix picture, imprinted on the sky, resisting the chill.

The old tree seemed to freeze for a while, and the rattan above it swayed more severely, and ice crystals like water droplets were condensed on the branches, and a layer of misty brilliance spread out and turned into a smoke-like shape, shrouded in the sky and the earth.

Yang Qingxuan turned into a Qingluan, and just raised the surrounding temperature, and then fell down in an instant. Even the phoenix wings condensed by the flame showed signs of freezing.

"impossible!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted sharply, "Meteor fire rain!"

As soon as the two wings spread, the blazing temperature radiated out, and countless red flames flew out, hitting in all directions and rushing into the white mist.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Successive flames exploded in the air, but they were frozen into blooming flowers.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked. Although this red flame was still a certain distance away from the source fire, it was a fusion of four types of phoenix fires, and wanted to freeze the red flame. What kind of terrifying ice breath was this? !

Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned back to his deity, pinching the tactics with both hands, transforming the law of inflammation into heaven and earth, stretched his hands forward, and two groups of purple fire slowly burned in his palms.

If you don't resist the cold and break through the sacred space, it is really possible that you will fall here.

He stamped together, folded his hands in front of him, and a group of purple flame transformed dragons rose in front.

"Zi Yan, endless catastrophe!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted, the dragon-shaped purple fire suddenly roared, spreading out circles of fiery radiance, it was about to impact away.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, thinking that he had made a mistake, his eyes blinked abruptly, and the golden light stared at the old tree.

"Really...people?!"

I saw a figure in the crystal clear tree trunk, and stepped forward.

With the appearance of this person, the whole world seemed to be frozen, and even the dragon of purple flame under the seal of Yang Qingxuan shook.

"strange."

After that person appeared, he uttered two words, and the frequency in the entire sacred space was frozen.

Yang Qingxuan only felt that the body was cold, and even Zi Yan could not dispel the cold air in his body, "Who is this person..."

Yang Qingxuan felt that his thinking was about to be frozen.

It seems that as long as that person moves at will, his body will turn into endless fragments and fall into the dust.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't see the person's face clearly, even if he pushed the fiery eyes to the extreme, he still couldn't get a glimpse of the true face, only a layer of misty crystal light.

But he could clearly feel that the man walked towards him, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the void.

Yang Qingxuan's body stagnated, and the blood in his body immediately condensed. The space of the star ring was suddenly opened, and a gold book flew out directly.

In the eyes of the man, a cold and stern look suddenly appeared, and he appeared excited and shocked, "I can't find a place to step through the iron shoes, it's all effortless!"

Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely ugly, and the golden book that flew away was just a fragment of "Book of Four Seasons in Heaven and Earth".

But at this moment, the page of the golden book suddenly stopped in the air, and did not fall into that person's hands as expected.

The man exclaimed, "Who is it?!"

Yang Qingxuan only felt a sudden pain in the eyebrows, a vertical eye suddenly appeared, and the black and purple eyes opened violently, revealing the vertical pupil full of anger, and the powerful organs waved out.

Then the cold air that froze his blood and the coldness of the sky were instantly dissipated.

The temperature between heaven and earth rose suddenly.

The man was surprised: "Dark Night Eye! You are a member of the elves, no wonder!"

As he said, the figure flickered and appeared in front of the golden page, reaching out to grab it.

At this moment, a black giant flower silently appeared under the person's feet, slowly blooming, and the layers of petals unfolded, like a door that had been covered in dust for a long time being gradually opened, in an instant, In the entire space, darkness fell on the earth.

The man's hand stopped at the moment when he was about to touch the golden page, and he couldn't make any further progress.

Above the giant flower, the light and shadow were a little dazed, and countless black fires jumped. I don't know when, a figure appeared, standing behind that person.

The shock in Yang Qingxuan's heart couldn't be further added. The person who appeared was thin and old, with silver hair over his shoulders, and the sharp edge between his eyebrows flashed, and an awe-inspiring aura radiated from his body.

"The Elf King!"

The man slowly uttered three words, his voice was extremely shocked.

Yang Qingxuan was even more shocked, staring at the figure of the elf, and his whole body was dull.

The king of the elves, isn’t Vera, Midnight and Ziyuan?

Why is there another "king"?

"This clan holy thing, can you peep? I remember, you are the one who snatched half a page of the golden book from Vera, huh, go to hell!"

A sharp look flashed in the eyes of the Elf King, raised his hand and patted it.

It was just a casual blow, but huge eyes appeared in the palm of the palm, and an astonishing spiritual pressure was released from it. Within the countless black awns, there were even five colors of glow that flooded the world.

"not good!"

The man was startled and grabbed with his backhand. The ancient tree in the distance was absorbed and fell into his hand. With a wave in the air, Meng Meng Qinghui covered the whirlpool.

But in an instant, Qinghui was swallowed by Heimang.

"No! Go!"

The man knew he was invincible, and the fragments of the golden pages were no longer needed, and he turned around and left.

The Elf King sneered and said, "I can't find any place to step through the iron shoes. Now I want to go. How can it be so easy to leave the half-page golden book that I took away!"

The Elf King pinched his left hand, and one by one weird runes were printed and condensed in the whirlpool.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes widened suddenly. Those runes, like the Daoyun Crystal Tower, are completely composed of ancient elves and Dao patterns, turning into a series of laws of phantom light, blasting out from the black vortex, and covering the whole body Locked.

The man's escape technique was instantly shattered, and his body was constantly being pulled by the phantom light, pulling away into the whirlpool.