Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, it seemed that every trace of blood could be used as his own incarnation, directly descending in the past.

In fact, his feelings are not wrong. "Blood Nerves" was understood from the blood of the great great power by the powerful, and it contains great power of great great power. It is the highest level of blood cultivation method in the world, but Yang Qingxuan's own cultivation is not enough to reach it. The highest level contained in "Blood Nerve" is nothing.

Suddenly, his mind moved slightly, and he sensed a terrible energy roar in the center of the hall, a solid secret room.

Although the blood was connected with the secret room, his divine mind was blocked by life and he could not penetrate into it.

From time to time, huge shocks blasted the secret room, and then penetrated out, forming spatial fluctuations, shattering large swaths of blood.

Yang Qingxuan's divine consciousness ends here.

"There seems to be a dragon roar..."

Yang Qingxuan carefully screened it out. Although the shock penetrating the secret chamber was in the form of pure energy, it could distinguish the Dragon Yin.

"This sect is called the Blood Dragon Palace, and there are indeed countless dragon blood contained in this vast essence of blood. Is there really a blood dragon imprisoned chamber, or is it the essence of the dragon?"

Yang Qingxuan was hesitating. Suddenly, the energy fluctuations in the secret chamber stopped, and under a flash of light, countless runes appeared in the air, directly tore a crack.

A tired old man walked out of it.

The cracks compounded again behind him and disappeared.

This secret room is a cage without any cracks, which can only be accessed by relying on the rules of space, and the energy is provided by the thousands of essences in the large array.

Yang Qingxuan was extremely curious, but his divine consciousness didn't dare to be too presumptuous, flowing quietly in his bloodstream, lest he would be discovered by this old man.

He had already sensed how terrifying this old man was, and even guessed that this person's identity should be Ting Xiongying, one of the Five Peaks of Ten Thousand Flows.

The old man's face was slumped for a while, and suddenly his eyes burst into sharp light, his eyes became scarlet as blood, two dragons hovering in his eyes, looking upward.

A look of fright and anger appeared on his face, and then his brows were frowned, and after a shake, they disappeared and came to a large hall.

As soon as he appeared, huge energy fluctuations came from the front of the hall, and the sound of "rumbling" continuously bombarded the void, and then a golden light tore the rules and forcibly came down, a woman.

Yang Qingxuan frowned. This woman was Mrs. Ruyi, but why didn't she see the shadow of the invisible and imperial power?

"younger sister?"

The old man was taken aback.

Yang Qingxuan secretly said: "This person is indeed Ting Xiongying."

Ting Ruyi smiled and said, "Brother, isn't it surprising?"

Ting Xiongying’s divine consciousness swept across the palace, and instantly sensed the situation of the blood dragon formation in the thousand worlds and the scene of Jun Qian and others flying in the palace. He was furious and shouted: "What is going on? What's going on?"

Ting Ruyi said: "My brother colluded with Vatican, it has already been known to Master Yi. Now I am here to get rid of the Blood Dragon Palace."

Ting Xiongying's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in anger, "Nonsense, when did I collude with Fanwu?" He was taken aback, as if thinking of something, pointed at Ting Ruyi and said: "You framed me?!"

Ting Ruyi smiled coldly and said: "Brother, we are brothers and sisters, what are you talking about? What you do yourself must bear the consequences."

Ting Xiongying was full of anger and said: "Okay, I understand! I can bear the consequences, but why should I bring the disaster to the entire Blood Dragon Palace! This is the place where you are born and raised."

Yan Ruyi said: "The devices, mountains, rivers, earth, and all the ways of doing things are all dreams. Brother, you are obsessed. No wonder you can't go any further. It's because you can't get rid of your ego. If you don't say anything, just let my sister. Send you on the road."

Countless streamers overflowed from the body, forming a delicate armor on the body, and the brilliance covered Ting Ruyi, making the figure blurred and his face blurred.

Ting Ruyi took a step forward, chanting the ritual seal, countless blue lights appeared around the hall, turning into silver needles with gleaming light, and when they shook, they turned into a silver needle storm.

Ting Xiongying said coldly: "It seems that you have completely submitted to Brahma. In that case, my brother, let me discipline you for my parents!"

With a sharp shout, and spinning in place, a golden big seal appeared in his hand, pressed into the void, and the loud "bang" sound shook open, blocking all the silver needle storms, and a large shook back.

Ting Ruyi sneered and laughed: "Obviously you took refuge in Fanwu, but you said me, brother, you are really good or bad, and you will frame your sister before you die."

After speaking, he took out a silver mirror with both hands, and shook it in the air. The silver needles and Da Yin Yuwei that had shattered back disappeared under the light of the mirror.

Ting Xiongying's face was gloomy, without saying anything, he raised the big seal again and pressed it over.

The space "boom" shattered, and the ink shot down.

As soon as Ting Ruyi's figure shook, he flew outside the hall, not daring to take the blow.

"Huh, run? I'm afraid there are arrangements outside. Otherwise, how can you come to the Blood Dragon Palace to make trouble by yourself. I'll see who is with you!"

Ting Xiongying held the big seal in his hand and chased it out.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, his divine sense also felt outside the hall, the entire mirror holy place was filled with blood, and every place, except the complete secret room, was under his induction.

As soon as Ting Xiongying left the main hall, he was flashed by a dazzling golden light. Numerous golden peaks appeared in the sky above the palace, endless, and a rune was engraved under each of them, and the "rumbling" shot down.

"Gubao-Qianren Feilai Peak!"

Ting Xiongying's face changed drastically, his pupils instantly shrank into a little scarlet, and he shouted sharply, "Which adult from the emperor clan?"

There are a thousand golden peaks, which are unrivaled, and ordinary warriors die under pressure.

Ting Xiongying didn't dare to hold big, turned around and turned back into the hall, trying to avoid this trick.

But as soon as he turned around, an extremely fierce and domineering aura came eagerly.

It was a black blade light, which directly split the entire space in half.

"Boom!"

The void within a thousand miles, even the palace with countless blood, was split by this knife.

It is like the invisible, I don't know when it came to the palace, and came out to join forces with the imperial power.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically in the blood.

Don't talk about flanking these two tricks, any one of them falls on oneself, unless he uses his steps, he will definitely die.

The sound of artifacts emanating from the Qianren Feilai Peak was not stronger than his Imperial Seal and Dragon Power Iron Mace, but its power was increased by a hundredfold.

This is closely related to the master's cultivation and understanding of Dao.

"It turns out that one of the emperors wants to kill me!"

Ting Xiongying was extremely angry and roared, the space was instantly distorted, and suddenly a strange scene appeared, and his whole person disappeared in the distorted space.