Chapter 2664 Two Peerless Geniuses

"Are you sure Yang Qingxuan is not dead?"

In the living room of the Palace of the Purple God, Zixia summoned six stars including Chi Heng and Hua Jieyu, and asked with a solemn expression.

Chi Heng said: "The inductions of the six of us are all the same. Although we are far apart and cannot sense the specific state, we are definitely not dead."

Zixia pondered: "If it's just being taken away, it's not considered dead, is it?"

Hua Jieyu said: "The contract we signed with Yang Qingxuan is the contract of the Four Holy Spirits, which is sensed by the soul. If Yang Qingxuan's soul is broken, we will definitely be backlashed by the contract and die."

Zixia said: "That's good. It has been seven or eight days since Yang Qingxuan was seized by Nandou Xingjun. As long as Yang Qingxuan is not dead, it proves that there is probably something wrong with the seizure. Negotiations with the Dongfang family have also made further progress in the past few days. They agree that we send people into the ancient battlefield to investigate. But only three people can be sent there, and they need to be accompanied by their people. Who of you wants to go with me."

"I!"

The six people spoke almost in unison, and they all stood up.

Zixia smiled slightly, and said: "Yang Qingxuan has stars like you, which is quite good." He pointed to Chi Heng and Tuchou, and said: "Just the two of you, you can see your strength, the rest, It's all scum, and I feel ashamed to take it out."

The remaining four people were all blushing, extremely ashamed and angry.

Each of them secretly made up their minds that they must quickly increase their strength. Now their state, not only cannot help Yang Qingxuan, but has become a drag, and even become a laughing stock in others' mouths.

Zixia said: "It's not too late, let's go now."

Immediately take the two of them and leave through the super teleportation array.

...

In a dark void.

It seems to be the barrenness of time, you can't see the front and back, the up and down, the past and the present.

Yang Qingxuan suspended there quietly, sitting with his knees crossed, and making seals with his hands.

Just like that, he remained motionless, as if he was dead.

From time to time, a strong will floats in the void, and after a slight touch of Yang Qingxuan, it wanders away again.

The muscles of Yang Qingxuan's whole body were stiff, the blood was coagulated, and the meridians were also closed, without any true flow.

But just under this calm and petrified appearance, in the dantian inside his body, there is another scene.

Yang Qingxuan's second soul sat cross-legged, with his hands pinched into seals, his complexion extremely pale.

Pieces of golden light sprinkled from the void, covering half of the dantian world.

In the golden light, a majestic and majestic stone tablet, like a pillar of the sky, goes up to the sky and into the earth, as if there is no end.

A large number of obscure and difficult-to-understand golden characters continued to appear on the stone tablet.

Between every few words, a series of characters are formed, and then a strong will is formed, which turns into light waves and spreads out.

It is countless such radiances that make up this terrifying barrier, covering all directions.

Under the huge stone tablet, there was an old man who was also sitting cross-legged, and countless golden lights poured out from the old man to counter the power of the stone tablet.

The old man had white beard and hair, and his face was full of anger. He held his hands high above his head, forming a defensive barrier, resisting the suppression of the stone tablet, and roared from time to time.

The figure of the old man was in a trance under the suppression, sometimes turning into a human shape, sometimes turning into the appearance of a golden core, "Damn it! Brat, you actually want to suppress and refine me. When the old man is rampant, you don't know where you are!"

Before Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, he said coldly: "It's true that I don't know, but when I run amok in the future, it will be very clear where you are."

Nan Dou Xingjun frowned and said, "Where is it?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "In reincarnation."

Nandou Xingjun said angrily: "Presumptuous! Wanting to refine this seat is tantamount to a fool's dream. This seat really underestimated your strength, and there are countless treasures gathered by the will of the strong."

Yang Qingxuan said: "So, it is God's will to suppress and refine."

That stone tablet is the immortal monument of the Xiong family. It was formed by the will and martial arts of the ancestors of the Xiong family.

The countless golden characters inside are all transformed by the various will and martial arts of the ancestors of the Xiong family. After being deposited in it, after being stimulated, the runes fly up one by one, and they are arranged to form a powerful will attack. down.

The will of every ancestor of the Xiong family may not be able to match Nandou Xingjun, but the will of the strong in the past is endless, as if endless. After several days of fighting with Yang Qingxuan, Nandou Xingjun finally fell from the upper hand to the lower and was defeated. Yang Qingxuan was stunned by the immortal monument.

"Hmph, although this treasure is miraculous, how long can it last with your strength?"

Nan Dou Xingjun said coldly: "It's better to make a compromise, we reconcile, we share your body. You use it for one month, and I use it for one month. Set aside the dispute and use it together."

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "You don't have to worry about how long I can carry it, as long as I can carry it longer than you."

Nan Dou Xingjun scolded angrily: "I don't know good and bad! This old man will wait for you to exhaust the last bit of will, and then completely obliterate and refine you. At that time, it will be useless for you to cry and beg."

Yang Qingxuan ignored him, but changed the seal in his hand, strengthening the power of the immortal monument, and continued to grind Nandou Xingjun.

It can be seen from the conversation that Mr. Nan Dou Xing may have reached the point of no support, otherwise he would never compromise with him.

Now the two are competing for will to see who can carry it longer.

The winner lives, the loser dies.

Although Yang Qingxuan is an unworldly genius and a glorious king, Nandou Xingjun is also a strong man who has run amok in an era, a peerless figure who is willing to follow countless holy clan masters, and his willpower is also far above ordinary people.

The competition between the two was very difficult, but it was a matter of life, so neither should be careless, and they were prepared to fight to the last ounce.

"Hey! I said, there is no way for us to fight like this."

After a few more days, Nan Dou Xingjun finally couldn't help but speak again, and said: "Why don't you and I take a step back, we have something to say, discuss it carefully, why fight to the death? You and I are both immortal geniuses, no matter who It's a pity to die, isn't it?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "No, I don't think it's a pity that you died. In this era, you have nothing to do, and you should have died long ago."

After finishing speaking, seal a little again, driving the immortal monument to suppress it strongly.

There was a huge "rumbling" sound from Nandou Xingjun's body, his face suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he shouted: "Damn boy! I don't know good from bad. If this is the case, this old man will teach you a lesson that you will never forget!"

As soon as the seal in his hand changed, Nandou Xingjun's body faded away, and a dazzling golden core emerged, with circles of power spreading out from it, with the Dao characters flickering on it, and the power of destroying heaven and earth overflowed from it .

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