Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan stared at Zhong Jie, his inner jealousy was extremely deep. There was no reason for this jealousy, it was the inherent warrior instinct.

"Haha, it's bragging, you have the ability to advance to the top 100!"

Pan Fatty stared at Zhong Jie with a mocking look on his face.

Zhong Jie's gaze flashed and stared at him. Pan Fatty suddenly trembled with fat all over his body. He couldn't help but "dangdangdang" for several steps, and endless fear spread in his heart, "You..."

Fortunately, Zhong Jie didn't really mean to do anything, he immediately retracted his gaze, and said coldly: "I like talking to the strong. As for you, you are not qualified to talk to me."

Pan Fatty's face turned pale, and his heart was shocked even more thinking of what Yang Qingxuan had said.

At this moment, the light above the sky suddenly deviated, and a red light suddenly lit up in one of the skull bird statue's eyes, gradually expanding.

The strong red light shone out, and at the same time projected a phantom of a hundred feet high hall, the pitch-black spire rushed straight into the sky, sucking in the endless resentment and devilish energy under the illusion, and finally solidified.

The entire abandoned battlefield began to tremble, and the rich demon energy spread to all sides, and the demon sound like a huge bell filled the world.

The hall was like a demon, its aura pressed down, like a giant mountain blocking it in front.

"Jademo Temple!"

Everyone was shocked, staring at the foreground in awe.

"temple!"

Zhong Jie roared in excitement, laughed and walked away.

Every step I take, it resonates with the surrounding frequencies, like a part of the broken scene in the setting sun, fully integrated into it.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he cast a fierce look.

I saw that Zhong Jie's back figure kept growing under the fiery eyes, slowly turning into a tall figure, covered with blue scales, sharp horns on his head, and two bone wings behind him.

The black devilish shadow attached to Zhong Jie's body, swaying unceasingly, as if struggling to slaughter sentient beings at any time.

"magic!"

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he retracted his fiery eyes, his heart shook uncontrollably, "He turned out to be a member of the Demon Race!"

Shocked, Zhong Jie had already stepped inside.

Yang Qingxuan said: "Let's go!"

He took Pan Fatty and galloped away.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan left, the remaining warriors suddenly felt that the pressure dropped sharply, and each one was relieved.

Even Gongluqing felt relaxed for a while, touched a cold sweat, and hurriedly followed.

Soon, the warriors in the desert went in completely, leaving only 22 people struggling and wailing on the ground, and Gu Lan with a dazed expression.

Previously motivated, arrogant and domineering disciples of the family can only lie on the ground.

In addition to serious injuries, there is also the shattering of their bright future, which makes them feel desperate. Some people cry bitterly, go crazy, or simply fainted.

As soon as he entered the hall, he felt a vague and depressing breath.

It seems that the entire hall is shrouded in an invisible field energy, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Fatty Pan said: "This is Demon Qi! According to legend, Demon Qi is a higher-level existence than Spirit Qi, so the Demon Race has been an indestructible overlord for several generations."

Yang Qingxuan: "No matter how immortal it is, let's find Hua Qinghua Ling and Lance first, and then kill the evil spirits to earn points. Leave other things alone. I feel that this hall is extremely difficult, and it may happen if you are not careful. Something happened."

Under the attack of the devilish energy, Pan Fatty was also a little scared, and said, "Okay."

The main hall is like a holy church, with roads extending in all directions on both sides, leading to the backyard.

But the backyard is vast and boundless, and the buildings are connected by countless corridors, and the area is unknown.

The two randomly searched for a few passages, and soon lost their way.

In other words, there is no road at all in this temple, or there are roads everywhere, like a cloister like a chess grid, where you can pass.

Fatty Pan got big for a while, and wailed: "This is troublesome. This place is like a maze. How can I find it?"

Yang Qingxuan was silent, and the two ran into a room filled with ordinary demon daily necessities, engraved with various beautiful patterns, very delicate, it looked like a female room, but it was already graceful.

Even a few bonsai plants have become fossils.

Fatty Pan stared at a bonsai plant for a while, and said in surprise, "This is a species that has long been extinct. If you keep it now, you can get a Daowen Dan!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, seeing that the bonsai was just a piece of dead wood, which was still very tortuous and ugly, unexpectedly it would be so valuable.

"It seems that this temple is indeed not simple. The two clans fought for millions of years, and there must be high demons living here for a long time."

Yang Qingxuan swept around with fiery eyes and golden eyes, and said, "I just came in here yesterday."

He pointed to the door and said, "Although the footprints are very slight, they do exist. I walked around the house and left after finding nothing good. Judging from the scale of the feet, it should be a male."

Fatty Pan said in surprise: "Boss, your spiritual vision is so powerful, so look for the footprints of women, most of them are Huaqing. You must know that among the thousands of warriors, there are not many women."

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "It's such a big place. I just finished a game and I'm so angry that I can't use my true yuan for a long time."

Fatty Pan hurriedly took out a few pills and swallowed them for Yang Qingxuan.

There is also a Xuanlong Pill.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes lit up and said, "Fatty man, good things are hidden."

Fatty Pan cried and said, "This is Xuanlong Pill, not fried broad beans. Except for the Star Palace, no power in the world can use it as broad beans."

While talking, Yang Qingxuan had already swallowed all the pills, and was sitting down and running the real essence to adjust his breath.

Because there are demonic energy lingering around, it greatly affects the speed of cultivation.

Yang Qingxuan simply took out the top-quality spirit stone, sucked it in, and chewed it down.

Only people who cultivate the physical body can play like this.

Pan Fatty's eyes straightened.

Before long, the physical energy consumed by Yang Qingxuan recovered seven or eight eighty-eight, and he immediately screamed, his true energy was extremely abundant, and his cultivation felt steady and progressing.

Under the siege of twenty-three strong men, the physical body was extremely suppressed, and finally relied on the halberd phantom light to break through the barrier, which increased the physical strength very rapidly.

"Let's go."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes sparkled with golden light, and he searched in the temple.

Pairs of footprints on the ground were clearly distinguished in my mind.

Suddenly a faint wailing sound came from the front, just like the low hissing sound made when the wind passed through the entrance of the cave.

At the door of a house, seven or eight demons floated towards the two with green fire in their eyes.

"Devil? Interesting."

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward, squeezed the five fingers of his right hand, the flames expanded with a "teng", and the Nanming Lihuo Sword manifested and slashed away!

"laugh!"

A line of fire was drawn in the air to separate the void.

The eight demons all screamed, and were cut off at the waist, and then their bodies continued to fade, turning into demonic energy between heaven and earth and dispersed.

And after one of the demon was broken, a black soul stone was condensed in the body, and it was instantly swallowed by the soul-eater golden demon flying from Yang Qingxuan's shoulder.

"You get a piece of grade soul stone, and you get one point one point."