Fan Qinghui had already walked up to the platform one after another. She frowned slightly, as if she was worried. She shook her head and said, "Azhao, although the attack just now was powerful, the murderous intent was too heavy. It would be fine if there was no one on the mountain there. After returning to the Central Plains, you must remember that you must never use this move at will. Otherwise, if the killing is too heavy, I am afraid that the Heavenly He will be punished by heaven."

Yang Zhao just tried to understand the new trick he had learned, but he was completely selfless, but he was only happy and never thought about anything else. At this time, when Fan Qinghui reminded him, his heart was shocked on the spot. He turned around and looked at the mountain that had been smashed by himself in the distance, but saw the waves of fire rolling, the lights soaring into the sky, and his vitality was extinct, as if he had brought the flame hell to the earth. The scene was extremely terrifying. His eyes contracted and enlarged, and he remembered that if he had used the move just now in a densely populated city like Daxing, Luoyang, Chengdu, and Taiyuan, and at least tens of thousands of casualties, then this evil would have been too great.

After thinking about it carefully, Yang Zhao couldn't help but feel scared. When he explored his meridians again, he was even more shocking to realize that he was only concerned about pleasure, but did not notice the consumption of true qi in his body. The shocking attack that shocked the world was not only powerful, but also the power required when moving. The Qianyang Kunyue Qi, which was extremely abundant when he came out of seclusion, now only about 20% of it is a veritable "exceptional" move.

The persistence and pursuit of swordsmanship in Dongfang’s Anhui can only be described as “fanity”. Seeing that Yang Zhao’s attack was so shocking, he was already moved by it. At this time, he couldn’t help but ask: “Yang Zhao, what’s the point where you went out just now?”

The little prince grabbed his head and said, "In order to recast the Divine Emperor, I had contacted the remaining divine thoughts of Emperor Yan in the realm of consciousness, and therefore saw the last move of the Immortal Bird magic craft he created, "Phoenix Invincible". Just now, I re-define and change the Yanwu Theory, and combine the "Phoenix Invincible" and "Phoenix Invincible" to evolve into the attack just now. As for the name... there is no."

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said, "This is not possible. Good martial arts must be matched with a good name to appear majestic. Well... 'Phoenix is ​​invincible'. It is too conceited. It is said that it is easy to break too hard. This name is unlucky. In my opinion, since it will trigger the shape of the phoenix when taking action, and it is also a good name for it to cooperate with the Divine Emperor, it is better to call it 'Phoenix Nine Heavens'."

"'Fengwu Jiutian'? It's a good name." Yang Zhao sighed and nodded, and said in a solemn voice: "However, I, Yang Zhao, now swearing on this day, this move of "Fengwu Jiutian" hurts the harmony of heaven and earth. If I hadn't really reached the critical moment of life and death, I would never use it again in this life. If I violated this oath, the gods of heaven and earth were eager for it." After the oath was completed, I couldn't help but remember the "angry thunder tore the sky and the earth" that the other party sacrificed when he was fighting with Yang Xuangan in Jingnian Temple.

At that time, Yang Zhaohe's re-generation overlord fought six consecutive attacks, and his skills were exhausted. If it weren't for the ability of the Dark Ice and Fire Seventh Heaven to barely intercept the opponent and not give him the chance to take action, he would have probably died at this time so much that he was not even left. Afterwards, he recalled the situation at that time and continued to deduce and participate in research. He always felt that even if he was in a state of perfect condition, he would have to face the seventh purple thunder strike head-on, except for the ability to support it for a long time, he might not be able to make any difference. And the trick of the Dark Ice and Fire superpowers could not be reborn. If he had the chance to fight with Yang Xuangan next time, he could only fight hard based on his real strength. Because no matter whether the time pauses or the thinking reversal, I believe that he could no longer disturb the re-generation overlord. The Unparalleled Awakening may be useful, but it should not be big.

But for Yang Xuangan, the seventh strike of Purple Thunder is far from his limit. The power of the eighth form "The Sky Hits and Hits the True Dragon" is much more terrifying than the seventh strike. Yang Xuangan is not a pre-set devil in the game, and he cannot change the movement after the data is set. Therefore, the possibility of creating the ninth strike again is not that it does not exist. So can his "Phoenix Wu Jiutian" compete with the eighth or even the ninth strike of Purple Thunder?

The thoughts in my mind changed, but it was hard to have an answer. It seems that the ending was only waiting for the fourth time between the two in the future to get a clear answer. When it was really that day, the outcome was still unknown, but I thought I would use the "Feng Wu Jiutian" again, but I am afraid it will be inevitable after all?

Yang Zhao shook his head and no longer spent much effort on this matter. He looked up and saw that Fan Qinghui was pale in her face. Compared to what she usually saw, she was really haggard. The little prince naturally knew that this was caused by excessive loss of energy in order to help her achieve the "Yuanshi Chapter" realm. If she only recuperated, it would probably take at least half a year to recover, and her skills would fade significantly later. If she wanted to regain the ninth level of Kunyue Gong, she didn't know how many years would it take.

His woman suffered this kind of hardship for him, and now he can be said to have achieved something, so of course she cannot continue to suffer losses. Yang Zhao did not say anything, but in the past, he took the slender softness of Fairy Fan and took over his second aura of Qiankun. Although he only had two success powers left, he could not immediately restore his cultivation for Fan Qinghui. However, it was still easy to consolidate his foundation and repair the damaged meridians.

When only about a cup of tea passed, Fan Qinghui's pale face still returned to a little redness. She looked back and chuckled at her lover, but she didn't want to see him lose too much because of her, so she took the initiative to pull her hand out of his palm and said softly: "It's not a problem. You are also exhausting yourself, but don't hurt your vitality for Qinghui."

"Qinghui himself, did he also damage his vitality for me? What is this small matter?" Yang Zhao shook his head. The God Emperor in his hand suddenly flashed, and automatically dissipated, retreating back to his soul to lie dormant. Immediately afterwards, the red crystal armor covering the little prince's body also followed the footsteps of the god queen. Tian Yaolian saw that his clothes had been burned clean before, and then he immediately turned naked. Fan Qinghui blushed and turned around quickly, not daring to look at it again. The bitter mountain wind blew, and the little prince was cold all over. He immediately sneezed "ah sneezed" and rubbed his nose, looking extremely embarrassed.

Dongfang laughed, walked up, took off his cloak and wrapped it on the little prince, at least avoiding his embarrassment. He said, "The great achievements have finally been completed. Everyone has been tired these days, so let's have a good rest and go back after they have sufficient energy. Fortunately, Yang Zhao, you didn't destroy the Xuantian Palace just now, otherwise we would have to sleep in the wild, haha."

It would be fine if the Divine Sword Master didn't say the word "tired". As soon as he said it, everyone felt sore and numb all over his body, and he was really tired. Before, it was just because he saw Yang Zhao finally successfully reached the highest level of "Yuanshi Chapter". The great joy stimulated him, which led to extremely excited spirits. Now after such a period of time, the excitement slightly subsided, and the tiredness naturally surged up. Fortunately, there was nothing on the island that except for the four of them and the Black Overlord, which was enough to pose a threat to them. No matter how long they wanted to rest here, it was absolutely safe. The four of them supported themselves and walked down the platform, entered the Xuantian Palace and found a room casually, and they ignored everything and fell asleep.

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The sound of "beeping and peeling" came faintly into his ears. In a daze, Yang Zhao opened his eyes hazy and the first person to come into sight was a bunch of bonfires burning vigorously. Then, wisps of fragrance floated into his nose. There was no need to tell it out. He already knew that it was the fragrance of the daughter of Fan Qinghui. Looking back, he saw the jade man sitting next to him with his knees, using the Yin-Yang Order to fiddle with firewood.

These two divine objects that countless people dream of have never been dreamed of have now turned into two fire sticks. Thinking about it carefully, it was so funny that it was so ridiculous. Yang Zhao was happy and naturally laughed out loud. Although the movement was small, Fairy Fan still noticed it immediately. She paused, reached out to hold Ai Lang's broad and powerful palm, and said softly: "Azhao, are you awake?"

"Yeah, I'm awake." Yang Zhao took a deep breath, turned over and stood up, and did a few stretching exercises. He felt that the mental and physical strength he had lost before had recovered almost. Apart from some of the hunger, he was in a state of complete stamina. He turned around and smiled, "I'm sleeping so well. How long has it been? I'm so hungry. Uh, where are Yuan Tiangang and the others?"

"I have been sleeping for at least seventeen or eighteen hours. It's not normal to be hungry." Fairy Fan smiled softly and said, "Senior Dongfang and Yuan Tiangang are both two and three hours ago. They woke up the same time. But the food in the hall was moved away when the Dongming Sect retreated. There was no way, so I had to go out to find food."

Yang Zhaoqi said, "Then, why don't you go together?" Before he could answer, he suddenly realized "Oh~" and sat down and hugged Fairy Fan, laughed and said, "It must be because he was worried that I was alone here, so he left it specially. Qinghui, you are so good." He was so surprised to get over and kissed her pink face. Although the two of them had actually done more intimate contact, the little prince's sudden action still made Fan Qinghui blush. Although there were only two of them in the Xuantian Palace now, Fairy Fan instinctively raised his hand and wanted to push him away. But his arm only moved slightly, and still couldn't bear to let go, and said angrily: "Don't make trouble. Senior Dongfang and others may come back when they will come back. If... Qinghui would have no shame to see people."

"If you don't see me, you won't see me. Of course, my own wife must hide well and no one will show me." The little prince teased her, holding her arms and refused to let go, but in fact she didn't do anything further. She said: "After returning to Daxing, I will report to the emperor's grandfather and the emperor's grandmother. I will formally marry you and Mingyue. You two sisters are not of different sizes, so you will concentrate on giving birth to a baby for me in the future and don't go anywhere."

Fan Qinghui blushed and spat, saying, "You are a lewd and shameless person, you are full of these injustice things all day long. Humph, is it enough for two? What should Zhu Meixian do? You have personally agreed to marry someone. What about Huanmei Madam and Yin Yanmei? And Xiaoqing? Qinghui has heard that you had something to do with Yang Su's daughter Yang Bingbing in Daxing? Then how should you calculate it?"

Yang Zhao smiled at first, but the more he felt that he couldn't resist it as he went, so he waved his hand and said, "Wait, wait. Yang Bingbing, Zhu Meixian is fine. Wen Caiting's thing, I was not impressed that day, so I couldn't help myself. What is Xiaoqing's origin? I haven't figured it out yet, how could I have any entanglement with her? And Sister Dan, we are completely innocent, okay?"

"Sister Dan, sister Dan, see which one of you is intimate." Fairy Fan rarely rolled her eyes and said angrily: "You are innocent in your heart, but they are not innocent in your heart. Qinghui has been forced to be considered a person who has experienced it, so how could it not be seen? At that time, you were caught by the hunting clan of the Secret Realm. She was so anxious to save you. Alas, Sister Dan not only has you in her heart, but also... it is unforgettable. You, a romantic little thief, have really caused others to suffer."

When Yang Zhao saw Fan Qinghui speaking solemnly, he couldn't help but be stunned. In the past, he had never thought about Danmei, so the little prince didn't care about these very obvious clues at all. But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but feel a sudden realization. However, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The conscience of heaven and earth, I have indeed never seduced Sister Dan. What should I do?"

"What else can I do?" Fan Qinghui gave him a blank look and said angrily: "Since it has already caused trouble, then let's just cause trouble to the end."

Yang Zhao said in surprise: "Qinghui, don't you mind? Sister Dan is from the Demon Sect and is a mortal enemy of your Jingzhai."
Chapter completed!