Heavenly God Mnemonic

The violent energy swept away, and the endless aftermath washed away.

Under the magic knife, the hall made a trembling hum, and the aura of extinction smashed down wildly.

"boom!"

The terrifying sword aura hit Yang Wuxin, who felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body flew out, his aura languishing for a moment.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhong Jie laughed wildly, his devilish energy was overwhelming, and he did not pursue Yang Wuxin, but walked towards the demon with a big knife.

Yang Wuxin flew to the ground, vomiting blood, his face pale as paper.

Every time Zhong Jie takes a step, the hall trembles, exuding organ resonance.

In the magical energy in the space, countless demons are condensed, flying in the sky, making a "quack" cry, as if to welcome the coming of the king.

Yang Wuxin sank to the bottom with a heart.

All the disciples of the Star Palace, except Lu Yifan, were completely wiped out. The situation went from being completely controlled to completely lost, and it was only half a cup of tea.

Yang Wuxin was frightened and frustrated, with a strong sense of anger and frustration in his heart.

"Sing when you drink, when you are drunk, and when you are drunk, you will be the only one in the world. Qing, laugh at you; wake up, laugh at you. Hahahaha!

With a frantic laugh, Zhong Jie walked up the bronze steps, faced the demon shadow on the three-headed six-armed golem, opened his hands to embrace, and said: "Holy Demon Inheritance! Only the supreme Demon Race can obtain it! Lord Motu, I am willing Inherit your mantle, the holy demons will not die, and the inheritance will not die!"

In the magic shadow, a golden magic light suddenly appeared, and if the vastness was infinite, ripples appeared.

It was a sequence of formations that spread out from the demon shadow, enclosing Zhong Jie in, and the sequence continued, covering the entire hall in an instant.

Zhong Jie trembled with excitement, and roared longingly: "Master Motu, the power of the holy demon, give it to me, give it to me!"

The face of the three-headed six-armed statue seems to have become solemn, and the seal of the hand has also changed.

The countless points of light on the array sequence, like a starry river, are endless.

Yang Qingxuan looked around in surprise, this formation sequence contained extremely strong Taoism, very magnificent and mysterious, if he was given a certain amount of time, he should be able to figure it out with confidence.

At this moment, a huge eye suddenly condensed in the huge magical shadow, twin pupils appeared, and stared down.

Everyone trembled all over, not daring to meet that gaze, as if their souls were about to be taken away under a glance, they were too scared to move, and hurriedly bowed their heads.

"Master Tu is the power of Master Tu!"

Zhong Jie yelled excitedly, his face full of desire.

Those pupils stared at Zhong Jie for a while, and then their pupils turned slightly to catch everyone in the hall.

The space of the main hall was instantly changed, and all the bronzes were gone, except for the array sequence, it was a vast universe, boundless.

"Pupil technique?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart shook wildly, and he didn't know whether it was a illusion or was taken into the pupil space. He looked up, everyone was there, and he took a snack.

There was a long magical sound from the giant eyes, a beam of strong light emitted from the pupils, passing through the layered array sequence, as if it had been infinitely long, and suddenly fell on Yang Qingxuan, locking it in.

Yang Qingxuan trembled, looked at that giant eye in shock, and said in amazement, "What are you...what?!"

The strong light contained terrifying magic power. Under the shining, Yang Qingxuan's whole body was frozen, completely unable to move. In the giant eyes, a figure of the demon race continued to gather.

There was a bad feeling in Yang Qingxuan's heart.

"Hey! What? What?!"

Zhong Jie was shocked, his face was full of horror and disbelief, and he roared like crazy: "What's the matter? What's the matter?! Lord Motu, Lord, the person who accepts the inheritance should be me, I He is the one who inherits the holy demons!"

But no voice in the space answered him.

All the martial artists were shocked, looking at the demon-shrouded Yang Qingxuan, one by one said in shock: "This is... the inheritance of the holy demon?"

Yang Wuxin was also horrified and incomprehensibly surprised: "How could it be him?!"

Lan Ningxu smiled softly and said, "Uh, interesting."

"Li Xuan! Damn you! How dare you rob my saint demon inheritance, go to death!"

Zhong Jie's body was cold, his endless expectations were instantly shattered, he roared like crazy, terrifying pressure erupted from the magic knife, and he rushed towards Yang Qingxuan!

"Boom!"

A knife traverses the sky and the earth, as if to smash the sky of the universe!

But the moment the blade light touched the beam, it shattered into tens of millions of pieces and dispersed.

Zhong Jie's eyes widened in horror, his face was desperate and unwilling, and he roared: "Damn! Damn!"

In the giant eyes, the magical shadow gradually came out, and under the flicker, it appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, and said: "I am the magic tu, are you willing to accept my sacred magic inheritance?"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, the demon's purple eyes and double pupils in front of him, six black wings spread out behind him, the endless majesty was overwhelmed.

Yang Qingxuan said, "Did you find the wrong person? I am not a demon."

Motu Dao: "You have the body of the Holy Spirit. This is a Dao body that is more powerful than the demon body, so I choose you as the inheritance, which is the most suitable choice. Come on, junior, bear the power of my holy demon! "

Having said that, Mo Tu stretched out his hand and pressed directly on Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows. The powerful magic power instantly poured into his body, forcibly rushing into Yang Qingxuan's meridians, and wandering around his body.

"what!!"

Yang Qingxuan let out a loud roar of pain, this feeling of being filled with magic power was more terrifying than the three kinds of flames wandering through the meridians, and the pain was almost unbearable.

Yang Qingxuan's body was trembling, his face was pale as paper, and large cold sweat rolled down like water.

The magic power not only rushed into his limbs, but also directly poured into the Lingtai Sea of ​​Consciousness, to completely demonize him!

"Boy, if you don't resist, you are dead."

Within the center of the eyebrows, there was a sigh of the Elf King.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and said, "I'm dead? What do you mean? I have the inheritance of the holy demon. Shouldn't I go to the pinnacle of life and marry Bai Fumei?"

"Cut!" said the Elf King disdainfully: "The inheritance of the holy demon is not passed to your own people, but to you a human race? Who do you think you are? Do you really think your destiny is in your body? The one named Lan Ningxu said when he came in After a few words, the mystery has been revealed, so think about it yourself."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and secretly said, "What did Lan Ningxu say?"

He quickly recalled in his mind that when Lan Ningxu suddenly appeared, he seemed to say—"Tsk tsk, it’s so lively, how can you break this kind of home of the sage demon? Live."

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and said in horror: "The holy demon will live in the future? Could it be that this holy demon..."

The elf king said hey: "Yes, the remnant soul of this Motu is not extinguished. The so-called inheritance is just to find a suitable body. You have the body of the Holy Spirit, which is the body he desires!"