Heavenly God Mnemonic

"this is……!"

Lu Yifan was horrified, the purple fire around him did not go out, but burned more violently, and Yang Qingxuan's body exuded a circle of red flames, actually controlling two terrible flames at the same time.

Moreover, the two flames blended with each other, and the purple fire came from both sides, bonded with the red fire to form a bizarre two-color flame, which spread out in circles under Yang Qingxuan's subtle control.

Inadvertently, Lu Yifan found that he was completely enveloped by the two-color flame space, and it was suppressed by the overlapping of two kinds of pressure!

Shi Yuyan and others in the distance were equally shocked.

Lance was even more stunned.

I have fought with Yang Qingxuan for many days, and I also know about Yang Qingxuan's one-shot martial art. This is the first time I have seen this double-flame combat technique.

Either Yang Qingxuan has learned new magical powers, or he has always stayed behind.

Either way, Lance was a little unacceptable.

"Old classmate, take my third trick!"

Yang Qingxuan's hands quickly formed seals and snapped out.

The two-color flames continue to collide and interweave in space, and finally merge together, turning into the color of purple and gold, and the power is doubled, and the terrifying power cannot help but rise.

The endless flame condensed into a palm, turned into a handprint, and patted it out.

"Endless Catastrophe, the second generation of Starfire Nirvana!"

The palm prints were pressed away, thousands of golden runes flashed in the void, and the fiery temperature bake the hall until it deformed.

Lu Yifan suddenly yelled and became hideous, his soul light pulled out of his body, and finally turned into a phantom that was several feet high, standing behind him.

The phantom is in the form of a giant, with both hands pinching the tactics, the body is full of stars, and there is a sun-burning sphere in the heart, and the breath is as deep as the universe.

He slapped it and shouted violently: "This trick is the strongest profound meaning I have understood! It will completely suppress your path forward!"

"Shattered Sumi!"

The phantom of the giant transformed by the stars was also photographed with one palm, and a large swath of starlight gushed out from under the palm, shining like an ocean, scouring away, and in the middle is a deep black astrolabe, constantly expanding, devouring nothingness.

"Boom!"

Endless energy pushed around, the world turned white and fell into dead silence.

As if it was an instant, and as if a thousand years had passed, when the consciousness was restored, the entire bronze hall was burnt and deformed.

Yang Qingxuan and Lu Yifan stood opposite each other.

The former had his hands behind his back, his face turned pale, obviously disappearing greatly; while the latter groaned, spouted a mouthful of blood, flew out, fell heavily to the ground, and was seriously injured.

The flames in the hall gradually extinguished.

The originally extremely strong bronze hall, integrated with the entire giant hall, has now been burned out by the flames, deformed severely.

The hall fell into deathly silence.

Only Yang Qingxuan stood there, quietly watching Lu Yifan who kept vomiting blood.

Shi Yuyan and others opened their mouths wide, shocked and hard to close.

Unexpectedly, the Dao realm powerhouse was really defeated like this.

Just three tricks!

"Cut! Damn! Three strokes, really only three strokes, defeated that terrible Dao realm!"

A horror surged in Lance's heart, and suddenly he felt that the gap between himself and Yang Qingxuan was widening at an extremely fast speed without knowing it.

"The power of the man in the Star Palace, even if he can use his full strength, can win or not, but this kid actually won with only three moves!"

The horror in Lance's heart quickly turned into a sense of powerlessness and a serious sense of frustration. His hands and ten fingers desperately pinched into the flesh. "If you don't fight desperately, you can only look at his neck in this life, even in the future. , Not even the tail light.

"You are still like that, as terrible as always."

Lu Yifan vomited blood for a while, stabilizing the injury a bit, and then smiled sadly. The look on his face was a bit lonely, but there was a hint of happiness.

He grinned suddenly, turned and left.

"The path under your feet, I will never block it again."

Yang Qingxuan raised his head, looked at his figure, disappeared into the hall, and said calmly: "One day, I will take you back."

It was a while after Lu Yifan left that Shi Yuyan recovered, suppressing the shock in her heart, stepping forward and caring: "Are you okay?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded, and said: "The consumption is a bit big, I will adjust my breath for a while. If Yang Wuxin is really ahead, it must be another big battle."

With that, he just sat cross-legged in the void, running the Taiqing Jade Art.

Yang Qingxuan took out another Xuanlong Pill and swallowed it in his mouth.

Soon, a layer of blue aura appeared on his body like a water pattern, and he wandered through his body.

Shi Yuyan looked at the intersection where Lu Yifan left, her eyes full of frost, and her heart secretly said: "Yang Wuxin, you are corrupting my reputation everywhere, and I am incompatible with you!"

...

Inside the main hall of the Bronze Giant Hall, it was empty and boundless, and it was full of cold metallic colors. Around the hall were thirty-six bronze golems, all bowing in one direction.

In the place where the bronze golems face, stands a dark golem with three heads and six arms, exactly the same as the one painted on the map. The three faces are as cold as frost, each pinching their hands, and six eyes shoot out immortality. The cold air seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Yang Wuxin sat cross-legged facing the demon, pinching his hands in front of him.

On the ground not far away, there were a few people lying all over, covered in blood, their bodies twitching constantly, bleeding blisters in their mouths, eyes full of despair.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Lu Yifan walked out from the side door, took a look at the situation inside the hall, walked to the golem with expressionless face, and sat down likewise, pinching Jue Yin with his hands.

Yang Wuxin frowned slightly, revealing an unhappy look, and said, "Did you do something with someone?"

Lu Yifan said, "Fight with someone."

"Oh?" Yang Wuxin brows, and said: "It should be rare that you can consume such a huge opponent."

Lu Yifan didn't answer, but closed his eyes and went into pranayama.

Yang Wuxin was furious in her heart, suppressing her anger without breaking out.

Among all the disciples of the Star Palace, this person is the only one who is indifferent to himself. If it were not for the importance of this person, he would have been abolished for a long time.

But at this moment, I can only endure it temporarily.

Not long after, another slight footstep came.

Yang Wuxin didn't care too much, because there were not a lot of people who entered the giant bronze hall, and it was normal for some to come to the main hall.

In the corner lay several warriors who strayed into the main hall and were abandoned by him who was in a bad mood.

But soon, Yang Wuxin's face showed shock and solemnity.

Because the frequency of the footsteps is actually consistent with the spatial shock, and every step taken, the pace and frequency are adjusted, seeming to be looking for a higher frequency.