Chapter 1378 Big Ferris Hand, Shackles of the Eucharist

"Yemotian?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised, and immediately recognized the black shadow, which was the giant statue Ye Motian in the Yaksha Ancestral Hall.

The surge of blood in the body was caused by Ye Motian's appearance. Under the huge aura, the blood seemed to have some kind of mutation.

Damaged body tissues are constantly repairing themselves under the coagulation of blood.

And the speed of recirculation of meridians and acupoints has more than doubled.

"It's the self-healing power of Yasha ancestors, so strong!"

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, and quickly made a formula with both hands, racing against time to take advantage of this opportunity to speed up self-healing.

As the power in Ye Motian was continuously unsealed by Lance, the self-healing ability in Yang Qingxuan's body even surpassed that of Daowen Dan for a while.

"It's so strong! This power... I'm afraid I might not be able to handle it."

Yang Qingxuan slowly closed his eyes, let go of his worries about Lance, and began to immerse himself in cultivation.

After Lance released Ye Motian, his whole body trembled violently, obviously beyond his control limit.

Hall and Percy sweated from nervous hands, not daring to take a breath.

"What is this? The law of heaven and earth? It doesn't look like it, it seems to be something of reality."

All kinds of exclamations came from the sea of ​​clouds, "This power... I'm afraid Feng Yanran can't handle it? Could it be that Xinggong is going to lose?"

In the minds of all races, the star palace is the supreme existence, which is also an important reason why Yang Wuxin is said to be miraculous and hailed as the number one person of the younger generation.

In anyone's eyes, the star palace is invincible.

Among the top ten defenders, except for a short-sighted challenger Lu Yifan who was sucked out of his martial soul, the other three hardly encountered any opponents.

And Lu Yifan's performance pushed the position of Xinggong to the extreme.

At this moment, under Ye Motian's power, and Feng Yanran's terrified expression, everyone immediately felt a sense of unreality. Could it be that Xinggong is going to lose?

And still lost to aliens?

"Big Ferris hand!"

Lance roared, and the cloud on his body roared up, wrapping himself and Ye Motian together.

And Ye Motian was deeply touched, his eyes burst into sharp lights, he raised his hand, and a purple enchantment continued to expand, turning into a landslide and tsunami, and shot it out!

"Ziji Magic Light - Witch Seal!"

A large amount of devilish energy exploded from Feng Yanran's body, and the rose on her face was ferocious and terrifying. Countless magic lights flashed in the air, turning into a seal, which collapsed a large area of ​​space town and continued to grow.

"Boom!"

Ye Motian's giant palm slapped the magic seal, and a powerful force burst out, shaking the sky and the earth!

"Boom!"

The power of destroying the world remained unabated, turning into billowing waves, rushing in all directions, engulfing the two of them in an instant.

Above the sky, the eight heavenly monarchs joined hands to form seals to suppress Yu Wei so as not to affect too much.

But only in the direction of Yang Qingxuan, no one was on defense.

Moreover, all directions were blocked by barriers, and the power like landslides and tsunamis could only pour out from one direction.

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan was practicing in the art of making, and was swallowed up by the huge impact in an instant. The lingering power, like a stormy sea, raged on the two arenas, shaking the world!

"what?!"

"Yang Qingxuan!"

"Boss!"

Shi Yuyan, Pan Haixing and the others shouted in horror, and were caught off guard by Dong Zhenyin.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, everyone's eyes widened, and they thought to themselves: "Yang Qingxuan, who was seriously injured, has gone through all kinds of disasters, shouldn't he die so absurdly?"

...

Yang Qingxuan has been sitting cross-legged on the arena, practicing with formulas, with an extremely calm expression on his face.

However, there was a fierce intertwined struggle in his body. Apart from mobilizing the power of Yasha's ancestral blood and repairing his body with the power of Daowen Dan's Daoyun, he was still trying to hit the bottleneck of the upper realm.

The shackles of the Qingyang Holy Physique lead to no follow-up exercises, so it is impossible to break through.

The previous generation of Qinglong Holy Lord Wenren was stuck at the peak of the emperor's position, but by chance, Yang Qingxuan was forced to attack by a man in the holy artifact with a clear mind, destroying all meridians, and he was reborn on the line of life and death. This is the breakthrough to Dao Realm.

As for Cang Qiong Lun Wu all the way, he had already felt the bottleneck in the mid-term of the air law, but it was like a moat, no matter how hard he tried to attack, there was no reaction at all. Yang Qingxuan almost gave up, but at this moment the power of the ancestral blood and Dao Yun was washed away. The whole body once again made him think of hitting the bottleneck.

The two forces were intertwined, rushing desperately towards the bottleneck, trying to forcefully tear the barrier apart.

Every impact made his mind agitated, and even the injuries in his body aggravated a little bit, but Yang Qingxuan knew that if he couldn't break through the bottleneck under the combined force of these two forces, then apart from the martial arts scriptures, he would be able to do it again. There is no way to advance.

Power condenses, impacts, and shatters!

Then condense, hit again, and shatter again!

Repeatedly, never stop.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan suddenly sensed a third force, just like before, from the other side of the contract, faintly and faintly, but very majestic.

"Soul power? Ziyuan! It's Ziyuan's disfigurement of life and death!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart felt hot, and a warm current flowed through his body, knowing that Ziyuan was using the power of the contract to help him break through with the power of life and death.

At this moment, although the heart is surging, it must not be distracted.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly stabilized his mind, borrowed the power of life and death, and ancestor Yasha, the perfect Daowen Dan, the three forces combined into one, rushed towards the bottleneck!

"boom!"

"boom!"

With every impact, Yang Qingxuan's qi and blood would shake, and the unhealed wound began to deteriorate, large openings were torn open in the body, and major acupoints collapsed one after another.

But to Yang Qingxuan's ecstasy, under the integration of these three forces, cracks finally appeared in the bottleneck of the mid-stage air force and continued to break apart.

But before he was happy for a long time, the bottleneck of the day's moat had just broken less than half, and the power of Daowen Dan began to fade, and the pill was exhausted to the end!

What made Yang Qingxuan even more chilling was that Yasha's ancestral blood power also froze for a moment, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with Ye Motian?"

Only Ziyuan's soul power was left, which was ethereal and weakened at the same time.

Yang Qingxuan was very anxious, knowing that Ziyuan had consumed too much. He must have exhausted his soul power to save him before, and now he is doing everything he can to help him.

"No! No! We must break through!"

If it fails, it will not only miss a great opportunity, but also live up to the beauty's expectations, and I don't know when it will be when I return to this bottleneck next time.

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth fiercely, gathered all his strength, and crazily hit the bottleneck.

But the rapid consumption of the three forces is an indisputable fact. Seeing that the breakthrough is getting farther and farther, it will become out of reach.

At this moment, suddenly there was a violent shock from the sky and the earth, and a vast aftermath mixed with demon energy and yaksha ancestral power slammed on him.

The Yaksha ancestral power in the mighty energy poured into his body crazily, and merged with the ancestral blood, making the power that was about to dry up expand to the limit in an instant!

//Tonight, the blood moon is in the sky, the Tianwu Continent, the secret realm of the Eastern Region, and the land of the Red Moon City have reappeared in the world. (After writing this sentence, I suddenly feel very emotional. Jiang Churan has been dead for three years, right? Those figures on the Red Moon City emerged one by one in my mind. Winning must be full of joy, and defeat must be full of joy. Last year was decadent One year, the writing of the Black Sea plot was procrastinated, and I resigned at the end of last year. Now that I am returning with all my heart, I will definitely get better and better.)