God level cram school

Lingzhu 2000, have you ever wondered what the world will be like? "

Xiao Tiangou refused to accept: "It's only 2000 years, why bother to care about it like this, with a flick of the finger."

It is true for immortals, but for mortals, the sea has already changed.

Unfortunately, there is no way to argue.

After Cheng Yuebi revealed the truth, Yang Xuanmu's mood was hard to calm down, and most of his vigor was lost. "Father...does he know about this?"

Xiaotiangou put down his hands guiltily: "Madam never told Zhenjun, this subordinate... also concealed the matter to protect the young master..."

Yang Xuanmu's expression softened slightly.

Lu Weiyu asked Duan Mingze worriedly: "Since the Beihai Lingzhu is on Yang Xuanmu's body, why does Yue Bi threaten it?"

Duan Mingze's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the last bit of blood faded away.

not good!

Cheng Yuebi pretended to be captured at the beginning, not for the purpose of taking the Dragon Ball of Xihai, but for forcing Yang Xuanmu to rescue him. Yang Xuanmu must have done his best to help him heal his wounds, maybe...he must have connected the blood of the two at that time!And in the subsequent continuous healing process, this connection was strengthened, and finally merged into one!

"Mingze..." Lu Weiyu was a little scared when he saw Duan Mingze's appearance.

"Yang Xuanmu! Keep the soul!" Duan Mingze's words were like thunder, but it was too late.

Cheng Yuebi mobilized the power connected in the spiritual veins one step ahead of him.

"Major General, this is the supreme god who governs the Three Realms. Everyone will know today, God, how different is that filthy face from our monster clan!" The hatred of these thousands of years has been vomited out.

The demon cloud stirred, and the surroundings were restless.

Cheng Yuebi's deep eyes, through the dusty bones, touched Yang Xuanmu's eyes that had no other emotions except hatred, and smiled to herself.

"Crack!" Cheng Yuebi's voice was not loud.

The tearing pain in Yang Xuanmu's chest, the spirit orb that had been quiet for thousands of years was awakened, and countless ghosts of resentment were howling in the spirit orb, trying to break free...

"How could it be!" Granny Meng told him to lose all the memories related to Cheng Yuebi, and Cheng Yuebi was just a stranger to him.So he didn't understand, how could such an extremely intimate spiritual connection appear in a stranger?

Yang Xuanmu's face finally distorted a little bit, he couldn't tell where the pain came from, and the tears in the corners of his eyes had no meaning.

While protecting Lu Weiyu behind his back, Duan Mingze gave orders to the three armies.

"Array!"

The resentment in the Beihai Lingzhu is huge, and the three armies of the underworld may be able to resist it for a while.

boom!

"Ah——" Yang Xuanmu's chest was covered with a big bloody gash, and all the strength was taken from his tall and straight figure, and he fell down heavily.

Lingzhu broken!

Cheng Yuebi was hanging in the air, his black hair covered his face.Thin and pale hands protruded from the dark red cuffs, and the wrists were bloody.

The turbulent and surging resentment rushed straight into the sky, seventeen thunderbolts fell from all directions, the ground cracked, and those ghosts who could not rest in peace woke up one after another...