Heavenly God Mnemonic

"This... how is this possible?!"

Zhong Jie's whole body was dumbfounded, his mind was short-circuited for an instant, and he lost the ability to think, "Inheritance...failed?"

"Boom!"

Countless green sword auras mixed with magic light burst out from the bronze golem, and the golem smashed to pieces.

There seemed to be a moment of silence between the world and the earth, followed by stormy vibrations.

The powerful magic light instantly lost control and turned into circles of black light, rushing through the world!

The vast ancient sounds spread throughout the hall, majestic and sorrowful, as well as a "quack" demon cry, like the death of a king, and the wailing of ten thousand demons.

The warriors in the main hall instantly changed their complexion, and they all fell into panic.

Under this sad magic sound, I didn't know what was waiting for them, but I could only feel the birth of each demonic spirit, the palace artifacts agitation, the formation sequence began to loosen, and it seemed that a big change was coming.

After a brief period of loss of consciousness, Zhong Jie immediately recovered his senses, his eyes exploded with brilliant light, "The devil energy left by Motu has collapsed. When will I not practice at this time!"

He slammed his hands, and the sound of "quack" came from the front. Two demons were forcibly sucked in by him. With his five fingers, the "bang" was shattered and all sucked into his body.

Zhong Jie's face was overjoyed, "Sure enough, it is Motu's legacy! The inheritance failed, and the devilish energy dissipated from the world, what a pity! Give it to me!"

As he said, he laughed wildly, stepped into the formation sequence, quickly pinched the tactics with ten fingers, and the wings suddenly spread out, turning into the ultimate form of the devil, desperately absorbing the surrounding devil energy.

Four small whirlpools immediately turned out around him, and the devilish energy continued to surge into Zhong Jie's body, immediately engulfing him.

However, Zhong Jie's gaze constantly looked at the center of the hall.

In the center of the dark and deep whirlpool, there is someone who makes him palpitate and jealous.

"Why did the inheritance fail?"

"Why did Mo Tu's power collapse?"

"What is the green sword light that smashes three heads and six arms?"

"How is the Green Fang Guimian Man now?"

Questions lingered in Zhong Jie's mind, lingering, "Could it be that Qingya Guimian Nan rejected the inheritance and then crushed Lord Motu's power?"

It seems that only this speculation can perfectly explain the current situation.

But Zhong Jie desperately shook his head, pulling this terrible thought away from his mind, "It's too terrible, it can't be like this! No one can refuse the adult's magic skills, inherited forever. And with a blue tooth ghost face. His strength is even worse than me, how can it break the inheritance of Motu."

After Zhong Jie rejected the correct answer, he had thousands of guesses, but none of them seemed to make sense.

He stared sullenly at the center of the formation sequence, his fear deepened.

...

Yang Qingxuan stood in the center of the sequence, with golden light in his eyes, staring at the side of the hall.

The purpose of the ghost statue smashing the bronze statue and destroying the inheritance of the magic light and the formation sequence is to come out of the prohibition and swallow the prying Yan Jun for a long time.

In the noisy sound, in that humble corner, Xiao Suyang twitched and trembled like a goat, and was carried by the ghost.

The young and beautiful face was full of scary green spots, and his eyes were wide, like a dying fish. Countless ghosts turned into ghosts and got into his body, biting his flesh and blood.

Silky soul light is being continuously stripped from Xiao Suyang's body by the ghosts using secret methods.

Those soul silks did not disperse, but turned into a huge evil ghost phantom in the sky, covering down, completely enveloping Xiao Suyang, revealing the true body of Yan Jun, and protecting the Lord by himself.

The ghost qi in Xiao Suyang's body was immediately suppressed by Yan Jun, who screamed and dispersed.

The body was completely controlled by Yan Jun, his aura rose instantly, his bones and meridians shattered, but he was forcibly supported by Yan Jun's soul light.

Yan Jun seemed to have sensed the calamity, with a hideous expression, his right arm rose several times at once, the soul light flowing from above, condensing his fist power.

"Mingshan Liaohui!" A punch fell fiercely, and the blood-red fist rushed like magma.

On Gui Zun’s evil face, he stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked his mouth, and made a "tsk tsk" excitement. At the same time, he lifted his right hand, and over the pitch-black finger bones, a cloud of sword shadows melted into a thick ghost. gas.

In an instant, a hundred ghosts neighed, and the wind swept across.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed suddenly, and when he lifted the sword, he saw the sword trembling, and the sword intent waved out, shining a **** cold light.

Afterwards, the terrifying sword intent and ghost aura spread to the sword shadow above the ghost, and transformed into a huge ghost sword, which was the projection of Hyakki Yexing.

The ghost fire shrank in his eyes, and the ghost sword turned in the air, spreading fierce soul light, and slashed away.

"Boom!"

The dark sword light slashed at Yan Jun, a large amount of terrifying energy exploded, and the devilish energy and ghost energy were intertwined, and countless ghosts were formed and annihilated in Yan Jun's body.

The red fists broke apart, and Yan Jun's expression became dazed.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Gui Zun laughed wildly, opened his mouth and bit down.

"Boom!"

Yan Jun was bitten off by half of his head by Gui Zun, and his upper body was compressed into a line by the secret method, and he kept sucking into Gui Zun's mouth.

Xiao Suyang's body was trembling again like a goat.

But soon, as Yan Jun was completely absorbed by Ghost Zun, Xiao Suyang's body also stopped trembling, and fell to the ground feebly, knowing his life or death.

"Hahahaha!"

The ghost monster laughed, smashed his mouth in satisfaction, and disappeared into the same place with a sway.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed suddenly, and he instantly felt a strong pressure coming from the air. He suddenly lifted Hyakki Yexing to protect him, a sword aura stretched out and turned into a semi-circular barrier, blocking it. Ahead.

With a flash of green light on the opposite side, the figure of Ghost Venerable appeared, with ghost fire raging in his hollow eyes, and a powerful aura spread from his body.

Yang Qingxuan stood holding a sword, coldly confronting Ghost Zun.

The green fire in the ghost's eyes, emitting a faint light, seemed to show the spirit of the ghost, hesitating.

Ghost Venerable's face has changed greatly again. There are more red and blue engravings on the huge body, and the hostility inside is surging, and the body is almost solidified. Inspired by him, thousands of demonic energy are swirling around his body.

"Hehe."

The green fire in Gui Zun's eyes suddenly condensed, and he laughed twice.

The ghostly evil spirit on his body stopped, and his peace of mind was restored.

Gui Zun glanced at the Hyakki Yexing in Yang Qingxuan's hand, grinned, and said, "Don't worry. My reputation has always been very high. I have to digest food now, don't call me for now."

As he spoke, the figure flashed, turned into a green light and rushed into the sword, disappearing.

Yang Qingxuan felt the terrible power in the sword, and hurriedly sent his five fingers and loose them back to the sword grave.

On the tomb of the boundless sword, a green light flashed, and a huge, hideous ghost head sword shadow appeared from the void and plunged straight into the earth.