Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Six suns open the sky!"

A cold drink came from behind, and the entire eye of the storm suddenly turned pale, the sand turned red in the whirl, and the hot breath dissipated. Twenty-five people showed surprise on their faces.

"Four directions into one!" Although Mo Nansheng was shocked, he was still calm, and hurriedly raised his hand to pinch the formula with one hand.

His martial soul can be accommodated in the Quartet space and belong to the realm. Within a radius of about thirty feet, you are all under your control and you can do whatever you want.

But this time it was completely different. The soul and light shuddered in the air together, and then suddenly dispersed, as if they were broken up by a certain rule, no matter how difficult it is to condense!

"Hey! What?!"

Mo Nansheng was startled, and then he really panicked.

His martial spirit is always unfavorable, even if he encounters a more abnormal martial spirit, he can fight one or two. It is the first time he has encountered such a situation where he was disbanded just after he cast it.

Under panic, the opportunity to defend was lost. Hastily patted behind him with a palm. But as soon as he raised his hand, there was a scorching sensation behind his back, the hot skin was sore, and then the terrifying power hit him!

"boom!"

It was like a meteor hitting his body, exploding with countless flames, Mo Nansheng spouted a mouthful of blood and was directly shocked out.

The huge Sunshine Shenhui exploded in the eye of the storm, turning into a sea of ​​fire, surging around.

The twenty-four people were immediately involved.

The white flame impacted on the body, although it could not cause serious injuries, it immediately disrupted the formation. No matter how difficult it was for the twenty-four people to maintain the storm formation, they immediately messed up their hands and feet.

The storm that swept across the sky, from the inside to the outside, instantly became chaotic.

"Damn boy! Kill him!" A high-level Chutian gang was so furious that he didn't care about the formation, and immediately shot and slapped him.

After the original formation was disordered, the eyes of the storm were also drawn into the yellow sand. Twenty-four people were also struck by the storm and were overwhelmed. But after the person hit out with a palm, he directly created a vacuum in his eyes, swept away all the yellow sand, and made the sound of breaking and cracking under his palm.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to hold big, quickly pinched the tactics with both hands, and at the same time turned into a waste body, and his cultivation level spanned one level. The yellow sand that was swept away from all sides converged again, adsorbing on him, like a piece of armor.

On the hands, the waste gas spreads like ocean waves, "Eight wastes return to nothing!"

Out in one style, overwhelming, bombarded.

"Boom!"

The two moves were facing each other, shaking the earth, the horrible energy layered on top of each other, rushing in all directions, and the other 23 people were surrounded by their sides, not daring to approach them.

The sand armor on Yang Qingxuan's body was shattered, and the whole person turned into a straight line, flew upside down, and pierced through the storm.

Yang Qingxuan snorted and turned back to his body, his face was a little pale, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously injured.

"How is it possible?!" The person who shot was Zhou Bin, the deputy head of the Chutian Clan, and he also had the peak cultivation base of the Taitian stage at the beginning, and his face was shocked and blank at the moment.

That style of palm is his strongest skill. He intended to smash Yang Qingxuan to death on the spot, but he only shook the opponent away and injured.

The huge storm was disturbed by Yang Qingxuan and immediately collapsed. The twenty-five people inside were bound to themselves, trapped by the force of the storm, unable to get in or out.

"Bang! Bang!—"

One after another, the storm broke through the passage and rushed out of it.

There are two possible results for a huge storm that is out of control. One is to spread outward, which is the best ending; the other is to collapse inward, when all the energy is squeezed, and you can't escape if you want to escape.

"Kill!" A cold voice came from Zhuang Quan's mouth.

Hundreds of warriors had suffocated for a long time, and immediately killed those warriors.

Almost one came out, and one was beheaded. The other people who were lying inside were so scared that they turned pale and did not dare to come out.

Seeing the storm disperse all around, hundreds of people were surrounded outside, one by one with murderous aura, and the remaining dozen people inside were all in despair.

"Don't do it first, if you have something to talk about, we are not malicious." Mo Nansheng was caught in the storm after being shaken by Yang Qingxuan and stabilized for a while. Shocked at the moment, shouted loudly to the outside world.

"No harm? Are you **** kidding me?!" Zhao Mingyu frowned and shouted angrily: "Come out and die! Don't think it's safe to hide inside, but just live a while!"

Mo Nansheng said: "You calm down first, if we desperately blow ourselves up, you will surely lose a lot. You don't want to see this kind of defeating ending, right?"

Zhao Mingyu sneered: "No, we would love to see this ending."

"Hey." The warriors all around showed cruel grinning sounds, determined to break them into pieces.

Mo Nansheng's face was stiff, and the rest of the people were also bloodless, their eyes filled with despair.

Zhao Mingyu asked Wu Ying and Zhuang Quan for instructions: "Two adults, this storm is getting weaker, why don't you just rush in and strangle them?"

Wu Ying looked at Zhuang Quan, everything was dominated by him. However, Zhuang Quan frowned slightly, looked at Yang Qingxuan not far away, and asked for his opinion.

Although Zhuang Quan is the worthy first among these people in terms of strength and power, Yang Qingxuan's prestige is obviously above him, and he is extremely jealous of Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the storm, and there were eleven people left, and said: "Killing them is not the purpose, you can consider letting them die, as long as they can contribute the corresponding value."

Wu Ying said: "If you need value, you can directly search for the soul. Letting them go is too kind, right?"

Many people also nodded, disapproving of letting go. Their Yunxiu Palace is in the Black Sea, and they are rampant. Let alone opposing them, the people who kill them, even if someone says something bad and spit on them, it will be a disaster. There is almost no such thing as killing many of them and still alive.

Wu Ying frowned slightly when she saw Yang Qingxuan, and seemed to disagree with her statement. She felt inexplicable and changed her words hurriedly: "But you are right. Killing them is not the purpose. It's okay to keep them alive."

Wu Ying said loudly, "Get out of here, and spare your lives temporarily!"

Mo Nansheng and others were a little unbelievable, but hesitated.

Zhou Bin whispered: "Go out, anyway, the storm barrier can't protect us. It shouldn't be a lie to us."

The eleven people came out of the storm cautiously and immediately felt hundreds of murderous gazes, wishing to break them into pieces.

Mo Nansheng's face was pale, and he said: "Misunderstanding, everyone, a misunderstanding. I don't know it's you. If you know, even if you give me a hundred courage, I don't dare to do it."