Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Your sister!"

Yang Qingxuan cursed, and he felt the light mirror vibrate, and the blood in his body was also rolling.

The shadows of the rod were all in all directions, hitting the treasure mirror barrier.

The colorful brilliance burst, regenerate, burst again, regenerate...

It was so reciprocating, so gorgeous, that everyone's eyes were attracted.

And after a large number of martial arts were developed to attack the Zhengxing League, the pressure on the Wangchuan Aquatics and the people of the Star Palace was greatly reduced.

On the other hand, when they saw the people of the Star Alliance being besieged, the Star Palace and the Shuizu must be very happy and applauded.

But at this moment, I am not a melon-eating crowd, I am also trapped in it and unable to extricate itself.

Instead, one by one hopes the Zhengxing League will hold on.

Of course, they would definitely not be able to help them. In my heart, I hope the Zhengxing League will end up with this terrible Liusha River.

Gradually, almost all the martial arts developed, a total of 1,800 channels, all gathered around the treasure mirror barrier, desperately attacking the barrier.

The earth was turned upside down and the yellow sand shook the sky.

The people of the Star Palace and the Shui Clan were all shocked by seeing, and showed a hint of shock and awe at the person in the treasure mirror.

Shi Yan is the King of the Eight-Star Realm, and carries various treasures.

Alone alone held almost all the martial arts development, standing in an invincible position.

In shock, Yang Qingxuan suddenly felt inexplicably.

The development of these thousand or eight hundred martial arts is all wielding treasure sticks, each shadow is a trick, and it is completely different.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, does this one thousand or eight hundred tricks just happen to be a complete set?

After he had a thought, he couldn't restrain it anymore, and he hurriedly used his glaring eyes to see all the various rod techniques clearly and remember it in his mind.

At this moment, Wushan was also wide-eyed, like Yang Qingxuan, comprehending this technique.

Midnight glanced at Shi Yan's state and the development in all directions.

She also had the heart to learn, but she was helpless with limited spiritual eyes and magical powers, and she couldn't see the order and movements of these rods at all.

It just feels messy and very deep.

After a few glances, he gave up completely and concentrated on plundering for Shi Yan.

Yang Qingxuan sat cross-legged under the mirror light barrier, and he was sweating profusely without comprehending for long, and his face was a little pale and hideous.

In those fiery golden eyes, **** red was actually turned into.

The martial intent of this stick is too strong, even if he is the realm king, he already feels uncomfortable.

The nails on both hands are getting longer, slowly turning into dragon claws.

Pieces of dragon scales appeared on his body, and under the pressure of that staff, he turned into a dragon!

Although Wushan was the six-star peak realm king, he was also uncomfortable at the moment. His two eyes stared like copper bells, covered with blood silk nets.

Obviously, this set of staff is infinitely powerful and brought great pressure to both of them.

It is precisely because of this that it is possible to leave an image in this quicksand river.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a flash hit the light mirror and exploded directly.

Yang Qingxuan's heart shook, and that stick technique was fiercely imprinted into his mind with the fiery eyes and golden eyes, causing a shock of heart.

"Boom! Bang!—"

Afterwards, there were successive bursts of development, all of which exploded on the light mirror after performing a trick.

One thousand eight hundred rods, constantly decreasing.

Both Xing Gong and Wang Chuan Shui Clan had their pupils suddenly shrunk and seemed to be aware of the change.

"what!--"

Wushan suddenly roared, that old body soared, and countless runes and body appeared.

Those lines of development burst, which had a huge impact on his mind, and two lines of blood flowed directly into his blue eyes.

The violent aura in the body was instantly ignited, and with a roar, it turned into a mountain-like giant.

Shi Yan was shocked and said, "Master Wushan!"

But Wushan seems to be low-minded, constantly evolving the physical form.

Suddenly, the attack from Wu Yi's development began to fall on Wushan's body in large quantities, and every move shattered his defenses, shaking out large swaths of blood.

Midnight was shocked, and was about to help, but he heard the Elf King shout in his ear: "Stop! He has a chance."

Midnight froze for a while, then calmed down, and found that although Wushan had been bruised by Wu Yi Xing, blood was exploded everywhere, but the opportunity in the body was constantly increasing, from disorder to order.

As the King of the Four-Star Realm, Midnight naturally understood what this meant.

"what!"

After Yang Qingxuan supported him for a while, he was as good as Wushan, and could no longer bear the shock of his mind, and he spouted a big mouthful of blood.

"puff!--"

Infinite Dragon Yuan is contained in the blood, spilled into the world.

In fact, he was already a dragon body at the moment, his eyes opened violently, turning into golden light, still staring at the development of those explosive martial arts, and all of them were branded in his mind.

But within the seven holes, blood was flowing out.

Midnight was anxious and said: "Qingxuan, stop now. Don't forget it, this set of staff is so mysterious, it's not something you can remember."

Yang Qingxuan turned a deaf ear, pinched out a meditation tactic with both hands, letting his mind collapse, still remembering these disillusioned staff.

Every martial intent exploded, causing storms and concussions in his mind, and his whole body was painful like a tear.

But still not letting go.

Shi Yan suddenly surprised: "Master Midnight!"

Midnight looked out of the mirror light barrier, and as the Wu Yi's development continued to decrease, the sky outside the barrier became yellow sand, and storms gathered.

As if someone was manipulating it.

Midnight horrified: "The spirit of Dadao's comprehension?"

Shi Yan nodded, his face solemnly said: "It should be. After playing for so long, the power consumption of the entire Liusha River is probably still higher than what we estimated. So this Spirit Transformation has to take action by himself."

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Shi Yan's mouth, flowing down and dripping onto the placket.

Midnight horrified: "Master Shiyan, how are you?"

Shi Yan said bitterly: "It should be no problem to hold these martial intent developments, but this is a blow to transform the spirit..."

In that storm, a huge sand man faintly appeared. If the sky is like the earth, the giant raised his hand and continuously condensed the power between the sky and the earth.

Midnight's face sank, and said: "I'll take this blow!"

Shi Yan shook his head and said, "You can't." He looked at the people outside the barrier and said loudly: "Everyone, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope, and we hope to work together to overcome the difficulties."

The people of the Wangchuan Shui Clan and the Star Palace have strange faces and even sneered expressions.

One by one put his hands on his chest, watching the show coldly.

Scarlet Infant even sneered and said: "Obviously you are grasshoppers, what do you mean are grasshoppers? When you are shot to death by that spirit, the power of the Liusha River enchantment is almost exhausted. We can naturally go out."

Other strong clan chiefs, as well as everyone in the Star Palace, all sneered.

Shi Yan was angry with a sullen face, and continued to use the martial arts to develop his body's injuries.

At Midnight, a black fire ignited on his body, burning in all directions, forming an independent space.

The purple pupils between the eyebrows were opened, if a vertical eye, staring at the storm, said calmly: "I'll come."

The giant of sand in the storm slowly opened his eyes, a brown color, staring down.

The raised right hand was printed in the air.

Countless yellow sand and thousands of meters of space, all poured into it, as if to dump the entire Liusha River into it.