Heavenly God Mnemonic

The light corresponding to that "heart-stay", after the great prosperity, turned into a great decline, became darker than the other six stars, and became dark and uncertain.

But Yang Qingxuan sensed a strong aura, rushing like a wave, endless, very powerful, it is the power of the Lunhai Realm!

"Successful!"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted. The extreme change in his inner mood made him unable to maintain his cultivation state anymore and hurriedly opened his eyes.

I saw that the massive spiritual stones originally in the center burst into pieces, and the secret room was full of rich and terrifying spiritual energy. Just breathe in, and I felt like I was about to break through.

In front of tens of feet, Zi Yuan was pale and sat cross-legged.

Although the breath surged in an instant and then fell to the extreme, it was indeed true that it had already rushed into the ground-level chakra.

"Too messy, too messy."

Yang Qingxuan cursed twice, but more of them were still happy. The figure flickered and fell in front of Zi Yuan, concerned, "Are you okay, how are you now?"

Ziyuan's face was as paper, but she was obviously very excited. He laughed twice and said: "Don't worry about me, break through this kind of thing, as long as there is a slight possibility, I can rush over."

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "It's a terrible martial soul, but the power consumed when breaking through is also extremely terrifying. For your body, it is a great burden to bear. In the future, you should wait for a greater chance to break through. Right."

Zi Yuan shook her head, took a deep breath, and said: "It's okay, I'm used to it, every time."

Yang Qingxuan felt a little distressed, patted her shoulder, and said, "You are good for health and recuperation, stabilize your realm."

"Ok."

Zi Yuan nodded heavily. At this moment, her skin was pale and almost transparent, and she could even see the tiny blood vessels clearly.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's gaze fell on her chest, and there seemed to be a faint light shining through the clothes. From the shape of the light, it looked like a small flower.

"You... what are you looking at?!"

Zi Yuan was ashamed and anxiously covered her chest with her hands.

Yang Qingxuan came back to his senses and felt a little embarrassed. There was a slight scorching sensation on his eyebrows and left shoulder. He seemed to be guided by that little flower. He coughed and said, "That's Wuhunyin, you His martial soul seal... Tsk tsk... actually grows on the chest."

Zi Yuan was even more embarrassed that her face was red and white, and she lowered her head slightly, bit her lips tightly, and said, "Yang Qingxuan, you...play a gangster..."

"I, how can I..."

Yang Qingxuan chuckled twice, and said with some embarrassment: "You are good at training, and I will continue to practice."

As soon as the voice fell, his body shook suddenly, and the martial soul print on the center of his eyebrows and left shoulder burst into light. A purple cloud and a sword print appeared through the body, like candles burning in two places. A piece of bright.

The Martial Soul Seal on Zi Yuan's chest was also enlarged, like a bright red bead flower embroidered on that white robe.

"Wuhun resonance!"

Hua Jieyu's shocked voice came, and he opened his eyes at once, raised his hand, and a grid line appeared in the palm of his palm, emitting a green light, which was the Martial Soul Seal of the Broken King.

In surprise, Zi Yuan looked at Yang Qingxuan in a daze, his eyes fell from the center of his eyebrows to his left shoulder, "How come you have two spirits?"

Yang Qingxuan felt that his two martial souls had been activated at once, and the burning heat and sharp sword lights surged in his body. His skin became red all at once, and he hurriedly said, "This matter is a long story, you should adjust your breath first. Stabilize your realm and talk to you when you have time."

After speaking, he directly sat down cross-legged, pinching his hands in front of him.

Countless sword shadows immediately appeared around him, arranged in a ring, like a sword formation, all emitting a strong aura, and the terrible sword aura spread out like a sea, like a thousand troops and horses coming from the top.

Zi Yuan also noticed his abnormality at the moment, so she didn't dare to disturb, and her sword was so aggressive that she didn't dare to lean too close, so she found a corner to sit down, adjusting her true essence while observing Yang Qingxuan's condition.

In that sword-like sea, a phantom slowly emerged, tall and stalwart, unrecognizable.

As soon as the phantom was caught in the air, the spiritual energy from the sky gathered and poured into its palm, like a bottomless abyss, absorbing the spiritual energy endlessly.

On Zi Yuan's chest, the pearl flower-like soul mark trembled and became more vivid.

She was shocked, her life and death was already the strongest martial arts soul, besides the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb, what else could make her martial arts feel sensitive and look extremely jealous?

Yang Qingxuan was also shocked. The enemy in the world manifested itself last time. It was still under the ancient temple of the River Division of Xuanlong Mountain that day. At that time, he extracted all the water and yang energy of the Tianhe River, and condensed the sun, moon and star wheels. Forcibly absorb the spiritual energy, do not know what to do again.

He didn't dare to forcibly block the phantom's behavior so as to avoid any uncontrollable consequences. At the moment, he was calm and concentrated, with the dragon seal on his hands, maintaining the balance of the two forces of the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb and the Enemy Under Heaven, so as to avoid accidents.

A little bit of time passed, and after a few days, the spiritual energy in the room became thinner and thinner, and the absorption speed of the palm of the phantom was almost transformed into a dragon, and a dragon shape was vaguely seen, flashing in front of the palm.

With the other hand of the phantom, the pinch tactic is held high, with the fingertips facing upwards. Three feet above, a huge golden wheel is condensed. It slowly rotates. There are sun, moon, and star tracks on it. The surging power like the stars and the sea could not help washing the surrounding space.

Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, and secretly said: "Sure enough, it is the sun, moon and star wheel. This thing seems to slow down time. I have tried several times to condense again, but it was unsuccessful. Control this martial soul."

At the beginning, in the pool under the ancient temple, the condensing of the sun, moon and star wheels shocked the sky, and the momentum was huge, but at this moment it was much more peaceful, but the room full of spiritual stones, one by one, disintegrated, turned into aura and swallowed by whales. Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, and his flesh was in pain.

Besides, not all of these spirit stones belong to him, and there is still half of them returned to Ziyuan. If it runs out, how to explain to Ziyuan? Even if Ziyuan doesn't care, as a man, he doesn't need to spend a woman's money.

In this entanglement, the phantom had almost absorbed the spirit stone of the two.

Finally, a few days later, the vitality transforming dragon in front of the phantom palm gradually dissipated, and a complete circular wheel appeared in the sky, shining the entire chamber like the universe.

In that universe, the sun and the moon rise at the same time, the yin and yang are in harmony, and countless star trails are running in it, and the stars are full of stars, as if the entire universe is collected.