Heavenly God Mnemonic

"This……"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, what is going on?

What happened to the Peacock Ancestral Land?

He flew down and found that these "false eyes" had traces of energy fluctuations.

I immediately understood that the energy I had previously absorbed came out of these false eyes.

He moved slightly in his heart, thinking that if he could absorb it once, maybe he could absorb it a second time?

Although even if you do it again, it is not a good opponent.

But it's better than just waiting to die.

He flew to the largest altar in an instant, hung in the sky above the false eye, and turned into the body of a peacock, his hands sealed.

The feeling of that kind of power surfaced again.

"Ancestor of Peacock, lend me your power!"

The earth shook, and brilliance shot out from the false eyes of countless altars, gathered from all directions, and poured directly into Yang Qingxuan's body.

This feeling is exactly the same as before, but it is stronger than before.

It's just that Yang Qingxuan's body can hardly bear such terrifying energy.

He desperately poured his power into the halberd to reduce the pressure on his body.

All kinds of peacock brilliance immediately appeared on the halberd's halberd, as well as false eyes, flashing and disillusioning on it.

After a while, a figure appeared in the air, it was Suxing, staring at Yang Qingxuan coldly.

The two were not tens of miles apart, facing each other.

"I admire you for being able to do this, but you must die!"

Suxing's murderous aura was violent, and his figure shook, he rushed down, swiped a punch, and pressed directly down.

The entire air wave and energy field formed a huge fist shape, as if to break the entire world.

"I live or die, you can't help but decide!"

Yang Qingxuan has a hideous face, all kinds of chaotic energy gushing out of his body, and the surrounding area is extremely violent.

The halberd in his hand was still sucking the power of the altar frantically, endlessly.

The pressure of the fist passed down, and all the altars began to tremble, and the space seemed to be crushed.

Yang Qingxuan waved his halberd, and the seven forms merged into one, and he slammed it out.

The phantom light flashed, turning into Bai Lian across the sky.

All the strength, martial intent, and determination are gathered in this halberd and turned into a form of shattering the world.

"Boom!"

That fist was instantly blocked by the virtual light.

The terrifying energy passed down, Yang Qingxuan's whole body trembled, the Taoist body began to shatter, and the hundreds of millions of altars below burst open.

"Is this the power of the supreme? What about death, you can destroy my body, you can never destroy my will!"

Yang Qingxuan's hands holding the halberd stabilized in the shaking.

Allow the body to be shattered and riddled with holes, constantly rupturing, and the light in his eyes is as bright as stars.

Suxing's face was distorted: "What are you pretending to be here! Without a body, your will will follow, but it's just a little bit of coy before you die."

He was extremely angry inside, and his supreme blow was actually blocked by the opponent, which was almost unimaginable humiliation to him.

Yang Qingxuan was determined to die in the air, like a nail nailed there, no force could be pulled out.

"It can make me shatter, but it can't make me shrink."

Yang Qingxuan stared at Suxing, facing the vast void, as if to return to the main road.

In the ground below, the countless altars suddenly lit up. With the largest altar as the center, the light instantly spread to the distance.

All the "false eyes" turned into variegated colors, looking down from the sky, like the feathers of a peacock, blooming on the ground.

Suxing's heart was shocked, with a bad feeling.

Suddenly those feather feathers all danced and came alive, as if they were given life.

The barren land began to rejuvenate, and the petrified corpses turned back to flesh one by one, crawling out of the ancient battlefield.

Suxing suddenly discovered that the earth in front of him was transformed by peacock feathers.

A huge unimaginable peacock exudes divine light, becoming the endless back of Yang Qingxuan.

"This is... the will and strength of the first King Peacock Ming..."

At the same time, on the ninth level of the Ancestral Realm, all the Supremes felt in their hearts, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked at them from a distance.

Especially the members of the Peacock clan, they disappeared under the shaking.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved slightly, and he sensed something. The broken Dao body began to recover little by little. Under the suppression of his fist, the halberd burst into an unyielding fighting spirit, trying to break through the supreme shackles.

"I understand."

Yang Qingxuan comforted the halberd: "Old friend, come with me to smash this world."

He had a spiritual heart. At this moment, Gui Zang and Yas became extremely peaceful, and the power of the three merged together.

In Yang Qingxuan's dantian, a mass of energy slowly formed, it was the Supreme Taoist fruit that became perfect at this moment.

"This trick will be ordered with the blood of the supreme."

"Just called-Zhan Zhizun!"

Yang Qingxuan held the halberd in both hands and waved it out again.

At the same moment, the huge peacock seemed to come alive, and countless divine lights poured into the halberd light across hundreds of millions of years of time and space.

Under the imaginary light, a peacock phantom was cut out, blooming in this vast world.

"impossible!"

Suxing's heart shook wildly, and at this moment he actually felt extremely dangerous.

This is something that has never happened since entering the Supreme.

Fist will skyrocket.

He screamed, and once again raised his fist.

Even if he is the supreme, when the power beyond his limit is displayed, it is difficult to ignore the suppression of boundary force.

The supreme body kept bursting and bleeding.

"Boom!"

The peacock imaginary light smashed with the fist again.

The endless darkness was split apart by two forces and spread to infinity.

In the vicinity of the temple, many strong men sensed the battle, and instantly sensed the danger of death, fleeing in fear.

"This power..."

Fei Ni was above the temple, staring down in amazement.

The sudden violent whirlwind blasted her away.

"Yang Qingxuan..."

Ya Fei Er and Si Ting Hao were equally frightened, not knowing what happened below.

"Huh, what a mess."

A cold voice came from behind Fei Ni, and she turned around in ecstasy: "Master!"

The middle-aged woman who appeared before, dressed in colorful xia robes, stood there with a cold face.

It was Feng Laiyi, the elder of the Tianfeng tribe.

Feng Laiyi glanced at her coldly: "The Peacock Temple is ruined, and the entire bird tribe's power has been alarmed. This time it depends on how you end up."

Fei Ni hurriedly said, "Speaking of which, it was the foreign supreme who broke in and killed our people without authorization. The few of us are just resisting foreign invasion."

Feng Laiyi shouted: "Still talking nonsense!"

Fei Ni immediately lowered his head and dared not say anything.

But his heart was calmed a lot. Although the master was strict, he was still very good to himself. Even if something really happened, the power of the Tianfeng clan was enough to settle.