Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Shi Yuyan?"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback. Under that barrier, more than twenty people were besieged, all of them existed in the heavens, and even the powerhouses of the emperors. But they were all driven into desperation by the combined forces of these ghosts, relying on Xuanyuan's water control flag to support them.

As soon as he appeared, he was immediately spotted by several ghost generals. One of the ghost generals turned around and opened his mouth to spray a dust.

Yang Qingxuan's left hand drew a circle in front of him, a piece of red light spread out under his palm, and the red flame was like a sea, patted into the dust. The red flame spread at once, burning all the dust to ashes.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and immediately punched it.

The fist was looming, changing between reality and reality, but the violent undulating ripples around it were true.

Yang Qingxuan's face was cold, without any expression, but with a flash of flame in his right hand, a sword aura slashed over.

The sword glowed like electricity, and red fire swirled around, breaking through the void.

"boom!"

The fist of the ghost general was directly smashed by the sword qi, and all kinds of gloomy ghost qi were also burned out under the red fire.

"Ah!—" The ghost smashed his arm and his right shoulder together, opened his mouth wide in pain, and let out a low and strange moan.

This shocked the rest of the ghost generals. In the red fire-like eyes, there was a strange color gleaming, as if countless dust was condensed, and it was running crazily irregularly.

The three ghost generals nearby attacked immediately.

One of them opened his mouth to spit out dust, one reached out and grabbed it, and the last one had his hands printed in front of him, forming a circle of cold cyan brilliance, and then he slapped with five fingers.

This level of ghost generals, dealing with one or two, is not a problem, but more than three is very difficult.

Suddenly, his soul flashed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a sword technique appeared. His body flickered in the air, instantly turning into three afterimages, and hitting the four directions respectively.

It seems that there are three swords at the same time, but in fact it is just one type of incarnation, one type, like three types.

"Boom!"

Three sword auras were born, carrying a raging fire, like a storm of fire and sword, and hitting the three ghost generals respectively to block their attacks.

Yang Qingxuan was astonished, this kind of martial art that cloned as three is too defying.

Although it can only be separated for a moment, each clone can be shot at the same time. This is a real "simultaneity" without the slightest error.

Moreover, the power of each clone is the same as the main body, but the shortcomings are also very obvious, causing the main body's physical energy and true essence to consume more than three times the speed.

Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly under a brief horror. This type of clone technique seems to be incomplete, Qiancheng Jue has only mastered the technique of clone for a moment, it seems that he can cultivate to the extreme and he can clone himself for a long time.

This thought just passed through my mind, and there was no time to delve into it.

As soon as his figure shook, he flew out and rushed into the central place.

Shi Yuyan and the others had already seen him come in. They thought it was just an ordinary little heaven, and they all had no hope. They thought they must have been killed by a spike. Who knew they could break through the joint attack of three ghost generals and rush into the central knot. Above the world, there are all surprises.

Shi Yuyan was even more shocked. She didn't understand how Yang Qingxuan was so powerful. She hurriedly said loudly: "Hurry up and kill the ghost king. He is the master of the entire Little Yan Luo Temple. Only by killing him can everything be calmed!"

Yang Qingxuan said, "Where is the ghost king?"

Shi Yuyan said, "In that white mist!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, and behind the ghost generals, under the dome, there was indeed a huge cloud of white fog. His eyes flashed with golden eyes, but he was actually blocked, and he couldn't see the situation inside.

The few ghost generals below saw Yang Qingxuan staring at the white mist, they immediately became alert, shouted sternly, and sprayed dust from their mouths.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure flickered, Nan Minglihuo sword stabbed out, cutting out a sword aura and raging fire in the air, endlessly.

He walked on fire.

The ghosts on both sides were all blocked by the flames and could not be approached.

In the barrier where Xuanyuan controlled the water flag, everyone suddenly became nervous.

Aunt Huang couldn't help but said, "Miss, he is just a late stage of Xiaotian. It's too trivial to say that killing the ghost king?"

Shi Yuyan looked at the infinite figure, with ripples in his eyes, and said, "What else should I do? Continue to consume, unless we wait for the strong to come to help, otherwise we are dead."

The rest of the warriors in the barrier also looked ugly and were not optimistic about the next outcome.

Yang Qingxuan walked on fire in the air, ordinary little ghosts did not dare to get close, but those ghosts would be frightened one by one. Seven or eight ghost generals directly stopped attacking the Xuanyuan water control flag, and flew to the front of Yang Qingxuan to form a huge block. The ghost wall blocked his way.

Shi Yuyan immediately felt that Xuanyuan's pressure to control the water flag dropped sharply, and said with joy: "Everyone, let's take action together to cover Yang Qingxuan. If he fails, we will also be finished."

Some of the people in the barrier nodded slightly, and some had ugly faces and disagree.

One person said: "Miss Yuyan is joking, let's cover a young man to kill the ghost king?"

This person is dressed in a gorgeous dress, with a jade crown, and a pair of raised phoenix eyes with arrogance, and the aura is sharp, obviously difficult to deal with. A glamorous and enchanting woman wearing a purple dress next to him also said: "My brother said, which one is not better than that person? It is not a self-seeking death to put the chance of winning on him. Way?"

Many people agreed with this woman and nodded.

Shi Yuyan said coldly: "If this is the case, Master Yanxue will kill yourself. We will put our hope on you."

These two are the two disciples of Yehou, Kuiying and Yanxue. Yanxue's face changed slightly, and she hummed disdainfully, then turned her head away. Obviously, it was unwilling to let her kill, but it was also unwilling to cover Yang Qingxuan.

Shi Yuyan looked around and said coldly: "I don't care what you think, and I can't care about it, but this barrier was laid by me, and I have to remove it. If you are willing to gamble with me, just follow it. Let me go together. If you don't want it, I won't force it."

With a wave of her hand, the blue flag fell back into her hand and put it away.

Many people shrank their pupils, staring at the small flag, and glancing across their eyes.

Many people have already guessed the origin of this flag, and even if they can't guess, they know the extraordinary thing. But the other party was Miss Juntian Zifu, and Shi Yan was in this Yin Wu Hall, so no one dared to grab it.

Once the enchantment was extinguished, the dust that the ghosts would spray all over the sky. The crowd rushed to all directions, evading by their ability.

Shi Yuyan lifted his right hand, and the wild **** halberd grabbed it, drawn a radiance, and rushed in the direction of the ghost king.

Several warriors hesitated for a moment, and followed closely.