Chapter 478 Extremely Strong Martial Soul—Life and Death Disfigured

"you?……"

Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes slightly, with a look of disbelief, and said with a smile: "How can you help me, that supernatural power is like an inheritance factor, lurking in my body, and there is a very small probability that it can be displayed."

Brother Yuan nodded very seriously, and said softly: "Have you heard of the most powerful martial soul? In the records of the human race, there have been ten terrifying martial souls that transcended and crushed all living beings. Known as the most powerful martial spirit."

Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said calmly, "Of course I've heard it." He thought to himself, "Not only have I heard it, but I have two more."

Hesitation flashed in Brother Yuan's eyes, but he quickly became firm, and said: "These ten most powerful martial spirits are just summed up by someone for thousands of years. Qian, a mountain is taller than a mountain, how can there be any saying that it is the strongest."

Yang Qingxuan nodded slightly, and said with a firm expression: "Exactly, there is no invincible method, only invincible people."

Brother Yuan was taken aback, and murmured this sentence several times, full of emotion, and sighed: "It's really good, even if you have the most powerful martial spirit, what's the use if you don't have the strength to match it?"

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, as if he heard something, he said in shock: "You mean..."

Brother Yuan nodded slightly, looked at him and said, "My martial spirit is known as one of the top ten most powerful martial spirits—life and death!"

Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, looking at Brother Yuan's clear eyes, his heart was extremely shocked. Martial soul is the greatest secret of a warrior, she actually told herself so unreservedly, what kind of trust is this.

Hua Jieyu sighed inside the Xingjie, and said, "Sure enough. What is the identity of this little girl to inherit such a terrifying martial spirit?"

Yang Qingxuan recovered from the touch, and secretly said: "You trust me so much, I will never let it down." He asked curiously: "Life and death are disfigured?"

Brother Yuan gave a "hmm" and explained: "Everything in the world has a cause and an effect, but the result is not certain. For example, if you fall from the sky, you may or may not fall on the ground. Big uncertainty."

Yang Qingxuan thought for a while, then nodded with a vague understanding.

Brother Yuan looked at the wilderness in the distance, with distant eyes, and continued: "Any 'consequence' in the world is possible, even life and death. When a kitten is locked in the house, you don't know it is life or death. It is death, it exists in two states of 'life and death' at the same time, that is, 'coexistence of life and death', 'both life and death', but when you open the room, the moment you see the kitten with your eyes, you decide It has only one state, life or death."

Of course Yang Qingxuan understands this truth. All the rules in the world are included in this cosmic avenue.

The light in Brother Yuan's eyes flickered, and he said slowly: "My martial soul is the pair of eyes that see the kitten, and can determine its life and death."

Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a while, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood the horror of this martial spirit, and couldn't help but turn pale and extremely shocked.

Brother Yuan saw that he understood, smiled slightly, and said: "The five people joined forces to attack me before, and there are two possibilities for their attack, one is to hit me, and the other is to miss me. In other words, this kind of The attack is 'neutral and non-coexistent', or it both hits me and misses me. And my martial spirit leads this possibility to the latter, that is, it misses me."

Yang Qingxuan was completely dumbfounded, can there be such a martial soul in the world?

Brother Yuan smiled, his eyes were so bright that people couldn't move them away.

The cool wind blew between the two of them, and the blue hair flew up. She turned to look at him and said, "Three thousand ways, all of them can be transformed into martial spirits. Distorting the appearance of life and death is to break the mystery of the kitten's life and death, and wipe everything away." The state of existence, determine the next one."

Yang Qingxuan swallowed his saliva, and said in amazement: "That is to say, there are two possibilities of 'success' and 'unsuccess' when I operate the spiritual power. You can directly determine the status on 'success'."

"right!"

Brother Yuan blinked his big eyes and smiled.

Yang Qingxuan was startled for a long while before smiling wryly: "It's too perverted, I'll try."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged in the air and closed his eyes. With both hands clasping formulas on the knees, the true energy is slowly circulated, pouring into the eyes.

Brother Yuan also made a single-handed tactic, with soul light surging from his body, and said: "I hope your supernatural power will not be too strong, it is limited to my own power, too strong in the state of life and death, I can't break apart."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and placed it gently on Yang Qingxuan's shoulder.

Yang Qingxuan felt a warmth on his shoulders, but his heart was quite strange. Because everything in the body is as usual, there seems to be no change, but when he opened his eyes again, a golden light shot out from his eyes, shooting into the void like thunder and lightning, to see through all delusions and recognize the true essence.

"Hey!"

Yang Qingxuan shuddered all over, and took a deep breath. Under his piercing eyes, he saw a huge crimson poisonous scorpion floating in the nothingness, floating like a hill, motionless.

The poisonous scorpion has only two eyes, but it is green in color, and its whole body is red and armored, like a piece of solidified magma.

He trembled, the real essence in his eyes was confused, Brother Yuan's soul power also faltered, and his golden eyes disappeared instantly.

Brother Yuan was shocked and said, "Why, what did you see?"

Yang Qingxuan's face darkened, and he said in a concentrated voice: "Be careful."

As he spoke, he flew up into the air, and with a flash of light in his hand, he transformed into the Nanming Lihuo Sword. With the sound of a sword, fireworks exploded, the sword edge clanged, and three thousand karmic fires were struck in one move, slashing into the void I saw!

"Whew!"

Swing the sword into a river, turn the fire into waves like a blade, cut the sky into pieces, turn into streams of fire, and plunge into the endless void.

Xiao Da and the others were shocked when they saw him move suddenly, and they all became alert.

Brother Yuan also said loudly: "There are enemies, be careful!"

She flew up with her sword and stood beside Yang Qingxuan, ready to fight together.

"Boom! Boom!—"

There was a roar of flames and sword qi in the void. A few hundred feet away in front of him, where three thousand karma fires slashed, a deep black crack opened. The vortex is like an abyss in the sky.

The vortex swirled more and more quickly, and it was compressed, and the scope of the vortex continued to expand.

In the center of the vortex, a pair of green eyes flickered, and a poisonous scorpion slowly emerged.

The body of this poisonous scorpion is much smaller than what Yang Qingxuan saw in the void. It should have been compressed by itself, turning into about five feet, quietly suspended in the air, with his eyes fixed on the direction of the altar, especially Yang Qingxuan.

This poisonous scorpion has a spirit. Just now, Yang Qingxuan's golden eyes burst into flames. It was also startled in the void, and it manifested tremblingly. It was full of fear and dared not go forward.

When everyone looked at the poisonous scorpion, they felt it was weird. The two-eyed dark red poisonous scorpion didn't seem to be like this.

Xiao Da's face was full of astonishment, and he cried out: "Crimson ancient scorpion! My God! How can there still be ancient scorpion now?!"

There was fear and shock in the voice.

It is Schrödinger's cat, the gaze of the observer, which determines the life and death of the cat.