In this ancient battlefield, no one could use spiritual energy, but now, spiritual energy has gathered under Xiao Yang's feet!

"Boy, you!" Zhao Ji widened his eyes, but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, there was a voice in Xiao Yang's mind that kept ringing.

"Divine Bead...Divine Bead..."

Xiao Yang clenched his fists tightly. He could feel that there was a ball of energy suppressing it in his chest, as if it was about to explode at any time. It was this ball of energy that guided the spiritual energy and appeared under his feet.

Xiao Yang opened his right fist and a purple divine sword condensed in his hands.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" Zhao Ji noticed something was wrong with Xiao Yang. He quickly waved his hand, and the people standing nearby immediately retreated to the surroundings.

"She said, my wife is dead?" Xiao Yang spoke, his figure was a little hoarse.

Zhao Ji took a deep breath and said, "Boy, calm down first, things are not what you think."

"What am I thinking?" Xiao Yang pinched the magic sword in his hand and took a step forward.

At this moment, behind Xiao Yang, the purple aura swelled. At this moment, Xiao Yang waved his hand suddenly and slashed behind him with a sword.

Standing behind Xiao Yang were Qiu Yu and He Chen. These two people obviously did not expect that the target of Xiao Yang's sword was actually them.

Seeing the purple light flashing, Qiu Yu's figure dissipated in the air, and then disappeared, He Chen and the people around He Chen. Then, Zhao Ji's figure next to Xiao Yang gradually faded away, and the ice and snow around him began to melt, like a huge curtain slowly torn off. A beautiful and hot figure appeared in front of Xiao Yang, and the witch chasing into the passage.

Around Xiaoyang are mountains with snow on the top of the mountain. It is quiet and there is no breath of gods.

"Hehe, I actually saw it, it's amazing." The witch covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Does the people in the Hall of Heroes only do these tricks?" Xiao Yang looked at the figure opposite him coldly. This time he was able to confirm that he was already in the Kunlun Mountains and had indeed returned to the surface. The breath here was completely different from the center of the earth.

"The Temple of Valhalla?" The witch's eyes showed a hint of disdain, "Don't compare me with them. I'm not that kind of small character."

"Who are you?" Xiao Yang shook his hand, and the aura behind him churned.

"It's better to answer my question first." The witch smiled slightly, especially *, "The illusions I just created for you are all read from your memory. Everything that happened is everything that really happened in this civilization now. The people who appear in front of you are imitating according to your memory. Where did you see it?"

"It's very simple." Xiao Yang's purple sword light became increasingly strong. "If it were Zhao Ji, if he died, my wife would not be in danger, because he knew that if something happened to my wife, I would do."

"So that's it." The witch showed a sudden realization. "I'm not used to it since I've communicated with others for decades, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's the same for me. Just have fun. The result is the most important. Come on, give me the Divine Pearl."

Xiao Yang is familiar and unfamiliar with the term "Shenzhu?"
Chapter completed!