Heavenly God Mnemonic

As the sword mound continued to descend on the earth, the entire sky mirror was affected by an inexplicable force, and violent tremors sounded everywhere in the mirror.

Yang Qingxuan also noticed that the water lines on Pinghu fluctuated violently, as if about to collapse.

"What exactly is going on?"

Yang Qingxuan was puzzled, but he was extremely vigilant. He jumped up, stepped on a sword, and stared coldly at the surrounding changes.

...

"this is……"

Somewhere in the mirror land, the same vibration came, and the water waves on Pinghu made countless ripples, mixed with gold, and a piece of floating light jumped into gold.

Wu Qiyue stood safe and sound on Pinghu, turned her head to look at the location of the "Earthquake Source," and chuckled: "Sure enough, has the Sky Mirror been suppressed?"

"what?!"

Mo Jinfeng's face changed suddenly, and he said in shock: "What do you mean by this? Yang Qingxuan's martial soul suppressed the mirror of the sky? No, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

He raised his head, his eyes turned red, and he looked in the direction of the source of the earthquake.

Wu Qiyue smiled with a smile, pinched her right hand, raised her hand, a golden flower flew into the sky from the palm of her palm, and then copied itself, transformed into eight flowers, and bloomed like a scorching sun, shooting out boundless golden brilliance, piercing the eyes.

"Damn it!"

Mo Jinfeng's eyes were pierced by the golden light, and he felt a burst of heat in his eyes, and there was nothingness in his eyes.

He immediately closed his eyes and said coldly: "I finally understand, you come to me to make trouble, just for fear that I will peep into Yang Qingxuan's exercises and martial arts! It is full of routines!"

Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "Since ancient times, affection can't be kept, only routines are popular."

Mo Jinfeng closed his eyes and said angrily: "You girl movie, completely irritated me, thinking I really dare not kill you?!"

Wu Qiyue smiled in surprise, flying away from Pinghu, hanging in the air, and smiled lightly: "Since I dare to come, I am sure to leave."

Mo Jinfeng said coldly: "Even if you can hide it for Yang Qingxuan this time, next time? Did you hide it for the first time?"

Wu Qiyue said: "Master Jin Feng has been trying to integrate the mirror of the sky for many years, right? As far as I know, you can't leave the mirror at this time, otherwise you will lose all your previous work. I will not let Yang Qingxuan come here again."

Mo Jinfeng's face sank, and he said, "Most half a year ago, a terrible martial arts pressure appeared in the sky above Tian Cong Academy. Could it be Yang Qingxuan's?"

Wu Qiyue's face changed slightly, her eyes flashed across her eyes, her blue eyes were crushed directly by the martial arts thought, and her injuries were not shallow.

She shook her head and said: "This is a misunderstanding. That had nothing to do with Yang Qingxuan."

"I understand."

Mo Jinfeng said calmly, his eyes suddenly opened, and he smiled grimly: "I am really interested in so many interesting students in the college. You also know that I can't leave the mirror for the time being, so... Just stay!"

With a twist of his five fingers, Pinghu exploded in an instant, the water splashed down everywhere, and a whirlpool appeared in it, and thousands of water arrows shot out from within.

Wu Qiyue smiled unabated, pinching the green jade finger, a golden rune between her fingers, gently floating down.

"Far away!"

The talisman suddenly burned in front of him, and the grand golden light soared out of it. Wu Qiyue also burst into golden light. Ten thousand arrows passed through her body, but they were only phantoms, and none of them hit.

Wu Qiyue's figure slowly disappeared under the golden light, and said with a faint smile: "Yang Qingxuan's martial arts, Jin Feng-sama should be less curious. You can fuse the martial arts in this mirror with peace of mind. Also, this mirror will never again. If you put it away, it will collapse."

After all, the whole figure disappeared completely.

Mo Jinfeng's face became gloomy. After so many years in Jingdi, he had never suffered from today's loss, and he was even put on one by a student, and he was still a woman.

He was sulking, and suddenly startled, the whole Jingdi began to tremble, and waves of water continued to blow up in Pinghu.

"Sure enough! What happened to Yang Qingxuan's Martial Soul?!"

Mo Jinfeng was shocked and angry, his face full of disbelief, but he had to accept the reality before him.

He waved his hand and shouted: "Wan Jing returns to Yuan."

Immediately, the hands were sealed and placed on the chest, ten thousand runes flew out from it, like a golden butterfly, falling on the lake surface, instantly dissolving in the water.

The entire sky and peaceful lake, like a coat of water and light, quickly gathered on him.

The countless students who were practicing in the mirror land were suddenly squeezed by the space, each of them was shocked physically and mentally, bleeding from their mouths, and their bodies ejected.

I saw the space above the hall in a trance, and students were sprayed out from time to time, shouting in horror, shooting in all directions.

"What's the matter? I'm about to break through, **** it!"

"I'm in trouble again when I run into Kazuki, my day-your mother!"

"I just entered the doom, your sister..."

Various complaints were heard everywhere, and a group of people flew out from the sky, it was spectacular.

Yang Qingxuan was also affected, and found that the mirror land suddenly disappeared, and his body was violently impacted by the force of space, and he was shaken out.

Fortunately, his physical body was tyrannical, and he only felt that his internal organs were suffocated, and the pressure entered his body, feeling uncomfortable for a while, and he was fine.

The body turned a few times in the air, and then gently fell to the ground.

There were as many as a thousand students who came out of the Jingdi. They were all pale and slightly injured.

"What's the matter, this is the third time this year."

Not far away, a student was full of doubts and said to himself: "It hasn't happened once in the past three years. Could something be wrong with the mirror?"

Yang Qingxuan asked, "This classmate, I'm new here, I don't know what's going on?"

The student glanced at him and said, "The mirror ground is an independent space with a certain degree of stability. When the stability is damaged, all the students will be ejected. Otherwise, it will be difficult to keep them safe."

"So it is."

Yang Qingxuan said speechlessly: "The first time I went in, I encountered this kind of problem, so I can go to bet."

The student heard the words, looked at him a few times, and sneered: "You are unlucky enough." After that, he turned around, and his voice came from afar, saying: "Let's go, it won't be recovered in a few days. ."

Sure enough, a voice came from the back hall soon, saying: "The mirror ground will be repaired for ten days, and come back ten days later."

"Mom, what a bad luck!"

There were curses all around, and soon a large number of people flew away and went away.

Yang Qingxuan was also waiting to leave, suddenly a cold killing intent came, suffocating his heart, extremely alert, and stopped.

"Trash, you can actually be admitted to the inner courtyard, and you have stepped into the real martial realm. It really makes me look different."

A natural sense of superiority came along with that cold tone.

At more than ten feet away, Zuo Heng stood with a sword, his angular face, like a frost.

"cut."

Yang Qingxuan sneered, turned around and asked: "Who are you?"

"you……!"

Zuo Heng was furious in an instant, and the huge aura spread from his body, and a whirlwind blew under his feet, flying sand and rocks.