Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan stunned: "Not you? Who else can easily suppress Yang Wuxin?"

Elf King said: "This is the big trouble I just said, your big trouble is here."

Only then did Yang Qingxuan discover that not only was Yang Wuxin suppressed, but his flames were also suppressed by power, and they were all extinguished.

Zhong Jie and all the people in the Star Palace were immobile, standing there in horror, not knowing what happened.

After everyone was in a short silence, Zhong Jie suddenly shouted: "Forbidden! It is forbidden!"

Everyone's heart jumped and they hurriedly looked around.

It was only then that the appearance of the 36 bronze golems on the main hall seemed to have changed. The prints on their hands were different, as if they were summoning something. The silky blue energy was drawn from the golem and penetrated into it. Among the three-headed six-armed golem, they converged and turned into a beam of light, rushing straight into the sky.

Moreover, above the Demon Hall, the countless demon energy nebulae, which were swept down by the beam of light, instantly all turned into whirlpools and poured in, pouring into the three-headed six-armed golem.

As if it were the arrival of the extreme night, a powerful field energy waved out, instantly flooding the entire hall, suppressing everyone in place, making it hard to move.

Yang Wuxin was shocked, and could not kill Yang Qingxuan, and exclaimed: "Inheritance! It is the inheritance of the holy demons! The inheritance has finally appeared!"

Yang Qingxuan also looked at the three-headed six-armed statue in amazement, and the magical shadows were constantly condensed on it, as if to be full.

A distant voice came from the demon shadow, "My name is Tu, the demon is in the world, and the sacred demon is immortal!"

As the sound sounded, the hall was filled with an ancient magic sound, clear and melodious, like the sound of a horn on a plateau, giving people a sense of magnificence and impact on the soul.

But upon listening carefully, I felt that the magic sound had an indescribable weirdness, as if it could soak the soul and lead people into the chaotic abyss.

On the thirty-six bronze golems, there are expressions of fear, exuding "buzzing" artifacts, seeming to be afraid, trembling, and surrendering.

"Inheritance! Master Shengmotu's inheritance is mine!"

Zhong Jie trembled with excitement, and under this vast magic power, he couldn't help but bow down.

As a demon, he felt the mighty power from his ancestors.

Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran made a "plop" and fell to the ground, shivering towards the golem.

At this moment, the demon forbidden to suppress the crowd faded silently.

The power of all people is back like a tide.

Yang Qingxuan's mind was shaking, and under this magic sound and coercion, even he couldn't help but feel surging.

"Master Elf King, what is the inheritance of this holy demon?" Yang Qingxuan hurriedly asked for advice.

"It's just that a holy demon is dying, just looking for a heir. But the inheritance of this demon doesn't seem to be that simple. Be careful yourself and ask for more blessings."

When the voice of the Elf King finished speaking, he fell silent.

"Ask for yourself? What do you mean, please give me some advice."

But no matter how Yang Qingxuan asks questions, there is no answer.

At this moment, Yang Wuxin suddenly shouted: "Xu Weilong, Feng Yanran!"

The two of them shook all over, and immediately woke up from the shock. They suddenly turned around, pushed their limbs to the ground, and shot up, rushing towards the demon shadow frantically.

Before entering the ancient battlefield of Qingqiu, there will be strong deductions in the Star Palace. Due to chance, the inheritance mantle of Motu will be opened in the ancient battlefield.

And Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, who are full of demon blood, are the most likely to gain the inheritance of the holy demon.

If the two can get the inheritance of the sacred demon, Yang Wuxin will be the first contemporary young genius, Xiao Suyang's Yan Junchu wakes up is even more terrifying, and Lu Yifan has the strongest spirit to swallow the starry sky.

The leader of the last tournament was also Ye Chongyuan of Xinggong.

Then under the sky in the future, the younger generation of Star Palace will surely become the generation that suppresses the world, becoming a group of unparalleled forces, and there is no other power in the world that can be matched.

Allowing Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran to obtain the inheritance of the sacred demon is also an important part of Xinggong's place of competition in the ancient battlefield of Qingqiu.

"Presumptuous! The holy demon mantle can only be passed on by the people of the demon race. You and others, but with some demon blood, dare to peep at the holy artifacts of the race, stop!"

Zhong Jie convulsed suddenly and roared furiously.

The whole body was tumbling with devilish energy and murderous intent. As soon as the figure shook, he chased Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran.

"Oh, whoever has to pass on it, you can't have the final say."

Yang Wuxin sneered at the corner of his mouth, no longer caring about killing Yang Qingxuan, turned his back to block, raised his hand to pinch the tactics, a piece of sword intent burst out of itself, just casually.

"Mie Jian Chong Yin!"

The huge golden sword reappeared and turned into a river of swords, as if descending from the nine heavens, emitting a dazzling brilliance, horizontally in front of Zhong Jie, like a moat!

"Those who block me, die!"

Zhong Jie yelled violently, and a magic light shone out, converged into a line, and turned into a huge magic knife, on which the magic energy was like flames, and it slashed away.

"Boom!"

The sound of the cry of the cooler shook all directions, and the powerful and sharp air circle swept across.

The swords contended, the strength of the two was constantly eroding, and a crackling sound was made. The river of swords kept flashing out, and the devilish energy on the magic blade continued to escape.

Yang Wuxin's face changed drastically, constantly changing the sacred seal, and a series of sword auras shuttled through the air and merged into the sword Hanoi to contend with the magic knife.

Zhong Jie was furious. He desperately absorbed the magic energy from the four directions, turned into a whirlpool, and plunged into the knife suddenly. The trembling of the entire hall was almost annihilated by the two moves.

Yang Wuxin’s expression became more and more ugly. In this demon hall, Zhong Jie resonated with the hall, able to borrow a lot of devil energy, and he was completely suppressed. I don’t know how long the sword can last. He only wants Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran. Hurry up and get the inheritance, and then you can join hands to suppress Zhong Jie in turn!

"You go grab the things from the ancestors, are you sorry?"

Yang Qingxuan watched from a distance, and when he saw Zhong Jie being caught, he sneered and suddenly shot.

Not to mention the inheritance of Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, which would do him harm but no benefit. It's just the grievances between herself and Yang Wuxin, so she must act.

As soon as the halberd came out, he rushed forward, trying to cut off Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran.

When Zhong Jie heard the words, he glanced at the corner of his eyes, showing great joy and gratitude.

Yang Wuxin's face was gloomy and shouted: "Suyang, Yifan, stop him!"

"Yan Jun wakes up!"

Xiao Suyang roared, a huge soul light gushing out of his body, turning into a shadow of reality and illusion, fusing into his body, full of murderous and resentment, and hit Yang Qingxuan with one move!

"Yan Jun wants you to die for the third watch, you will not survive the fifth watch!"

Five beams of light radiated from Yan Jun's palm, intertwined, whirling in the air, strangling everything.