Chapter 1392 A Premonition of Major Events

Yang Qingxuan's face was ashen, and he threw the halberd to his side, and then quickly made a formula with both hands. The fire cloud imprint on the center of his eyebrows was instantly released, and the golden soul light shone out, filling the world.

"Boom!"

The purple fire roared out from the void space like a beast that opened the gate, burning him all over in an instant, and turned into waves, blasting in all directions.

"What? That's!—"

On the Jinqueyu Building, the top ten and twenty-four high-level executives all showed horror, looking at the fiery cloud imprint that blazed the sky and the earth in shock.

A man wearing a black robe with a strong aura is Wei Jinxing, the patriarch of Xuanming Wei Family, and said in a deep voice, "Extreme Martial Soul—there is an enemy in the world, it gathers the power from the Ziyan Void, and it can be released You can never go wrong with the purple fire that burns everything!"

Hua Yunlu said: "The world has an enemy on this kid, it seems that Qiancheng Jue has really fallen."

Yin Xuanyu said: "It's no wonder that this son suddenly rose up like a sudden out of nowhere. It turns out that there is the origin of Qiancheng Jue, let me say."

The high-ranking human race on the Jinqueyu Tower calmed down after a brief shock, and stared at the Yunxu ancient battle platform, feeling a little nervous.

Even with the most powerful martial spirit, no one is sure that he can withstand Zhong Jie's terrible knife.

At the same time, their attention was not all on the battlefield, but at the same time they thought of the involvement behind Qian Chengjue.

How did the powerful man who dominated the world fall?

There are very few people in the world who can kill this person, could it be...

The eyes of many people secretly aimed at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, and their pupils narrowed.

It is well known that Qianchengjue loves Ning Qingyao, but Ning Qingyao is married to Yang Yunjing, and Ning Qingyao seems to have disappeared over the years.

As soon as the Huoyun soul seal came out, all the high-ranking human race immediately smelled something bad, as if something big was about to happen.

"That's the most powerful martial spirit in the world!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, there was even a boiling sound, and everyone stared at each other with wide-eyed eyes.

"There is an enemy in the world, didn't there be a master long ago?"

"No wonder Yang Qingxuan is so terrifying, he inherited the most powerful martial soul!"

"Unexpectedly, in a martial arts debate in the sky, I can see two extremely powerful martial souls. This trip is really not in vain!"

Everyone in the crowd was as excited as a chicken blood, shouting desperately, "Yang Qingxuan! Yang Qingxuan!"

Dong Zhen stood expressionlessly outside the arena, listening to the shouts around him, a trace of irritability rose in his heart, his cold eyes swept across the sea of ​​clouds, and he scolded: "Noisy! Silence all!"

After suppressing the shouts of the crowd, he stared at the ring with cold eyes, and said sarcastically in his heart: "So what if it's the most powerful martial soul? With Zhong Jie's move, even the power of the holy demon has been summoned. I'm afraid it has reached With the level of Tianjun, Yang Qingxuan will definitely lose."

"Endless catastrophe!"

"Boom!"

On Yunxu's ancient battle platform, a little bit of purple flame shot up into the sky, and the dragon chanted nine times, burning everything!

Yang Qingxuan made seals with both hands, and boundless catastrophe rolled in, bombarding the saber energy, blocking the endless magic power.

"Boom!"

Under Zihuo's berserk, he was suppressed by the magic knife in an instant, and the space shrank violently, struggling desperately like a trapped rage.

"The purple fire that can burn everything? It's very strong, but it's far from enough. Under my Yuxinghuangdao, go to Abi Wujian!"

Zhong Jie pressed down with a grinning grin, and the saber qi dropped a few more minutes, Ziyan trembled immediately, and shrank sharply again, like a candle in the wind and rain, which was about to be extinguished at any time.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and shouted: "If it's not enough, have another one!"

The scene in front of him seemed to have been expected, so there was not much emotional fluctuation, and there was not even a trace of panic in his eyes.

As soon as the seal in Yang Qingxuan's hand changed, the red flame surged out of his body and quickly merged with the purple fire.

"Boom!"

The trapped angry dragon swelled several times in an instant, and its entire body turned into a purple-gold color.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "Xinghuo Nirvana!"

A dragon chant sounded again, and the sleepy dragon roared to heaven and earth, as if it wanted to break through this suppressing magic power!

"Boom!"

The entire arena shrouded in magic power was torn apart bit by bit by the fire dragon.

The two-color flame on Yang Qingxuan's body spread to ten feet away in an instant, forming a flame space of his own, which was inextricably contended with the devil prison.

"what?!"

Zhong Jie was shocked all over, and said in a horrified voice, "Impossible!"

Yang Qingxuan's Starfire Nirvana formed a space enchantment of fire about ten feet away. Although it was not enough to break through the devil's prison, it was as strong as iron and stone, making it difficult for his saber energy to penetrate.

Standing outside the arena, Lu Yifan clenched his hands suddenly, his eyes shot out, and said to himself: "It's not enough, although this Starfire Nirvana is much stronger than when it defeated me, but it is not enough to defeat Zhong Jie. .Yang Qingxuan, come on!"

"Boss, come on!"

"Yang Qingxuan, come on!"

"Come on, Yang Qingxuan! Defeat this alien race!"

Waves of shouts in the sea of ​​clouds shook the world.

Dongzhen's face changed slightly, and he wanted to stop, but it was impossible, and he wanted to risk the displeasure of the world.

Zhong Jie pressed down the huge knife in his hand, and said coldly, "See how long you can hold on, the power of the holy demon in this knife has just been unsealed!"

In those weird magic flowers, the power is still being released, like a holy demon tearing up time and space, about to descend.

Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath, pinched the tactic with his left hand in front of his body, and performed the Taichu Yanhuo tactic, under the imprint of the fire cloud between his eyebrows, a little black glow flickered, and Fangfo opened a vertical eye.

In an instant, black flames burned out from the purple pupils, traveling along the meridians throughout the body, and the three flames were constantly intertwined and fused inside and outside the body.

"what?!"

Zhong Jie's face changed drastically, and his heart sank suddenly.

Yang Qingxuan held the halberd by his side with his right hand, and all three kinds of flames poured into Tianxu immediately, bursting out three colors of dazzling brilliance.

"Zheng!"

Under the anger of the three fires, Tianxu made a powerful sound of weapon accumulation, and trembled with excitement, Ling Ran's fighting spirit surged out.

"not good!"

Zhong Jie yelled, poured all his strength into the magic knife, and pressed it down hard!

But the expression on his face had long since lost his composure, and cold sweat rolled down his temples.

The state of Tianxu gave him a strong feeling that something was wrong.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed the halberd and chopped it down in the air. The flames all over his body stopped suddenly, as if time had forbidden it.

A ray of virtual light shot out from the halberd blade, and instantly merged into the three-color fire, transforming into a purple-black color.

There is no repulsion between the flames, and they are perfectly integrated, like a pair of horses, and like the evolution of the way of flames, passing through them.

Yang Qingxuan's cold voice sounded in the sea of ​​fire, without any emotion.

"Huomingyi, the third generation land of endless catastrophe!"