History’s Strongest Senior Brother

"It's here." Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes and felt a moment later to make a judgment.

Among the two clouds in the cloud, the blue and black magic flashes: "It seems that this is not a completely closed foreign space."

Yan Zhaoge’s decapitation: “The first time that Tongming the Great was mistakenly entered here, he was trapped for hundreds of years, and later opened the door and left again. After that, the space boundary here has changed, and there is a bit of meaning in all directions. ""

“From different places, it may be in different places in this exotic space.”

As he said, the two went forward.

In the world before us, the heavy water curtains are intertwined, making it seem like a maze.

When you touch the water curtain, or try to walk through the water curtain, you may be separated from this alien space and transferred to another place.

After a while, Yan Zhaoge and the two walked through the corner between the two water curtains, turning their heads and looking at them.

There, there is clearly a tall and tall Canghua Tree!

Although it is not as tall as the sacred tree of the sacred sacred sacred sacred priest, the sacred tree is also called a giant tree.

Looking at the tall and bright tree that flashed the faint glory, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunxiao were both sighing.

At this point, there is no luck at all. The Ming Dynasty Emperor Hu Yuexin is here.

One of the characteristics of their inheritance is that if the strong one who has become a fairy is settled down, the will will be turned into a Canghua tree.

The tall **** tree is erected with a water curtain, usually immersed in the water curtain.

The whole, as if standing in two time and space, but not so teared, Xuan and Xuan.

However, it can be seen that the current situation is in a weak balance, a little careless, the balance is broken, the space is misplaced, and the tall tree can be split into two halves.

Yan Zhaoge and the two came to the tree and felt the breath of life. The branches and leaves on the trunk were not windy and swayed gently.

“Well?” Yan Zhao’s song frowned slightly, reaching out and tapping the trunk: “The rude place, the emperor does not blame.”

As he touched, the trunk suddenly burst into radiance.

Between light and shadow, a portrait gradually emerges in the void.

After the image is stable and clear, a woman's figure is presented.

The woman looked like she was about thirty years old, dressed in a white dress, sitting cross-legged.

Its appearance is good, but it can't be called a stunning color. It is not as good as the mother of the 曜 曜 尊 邵 邵 邵 邵 篁 篁 篁 or Yan Zhaoge's mother snow.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunxiao are no strangers to her. I have already seen her light and shadow images. I know that this white skirt woman is the disciple of Shao Junyi, the "Zhuzu mother-in-law" in the snow.

Tongming the Great, Hu Yuexin.

However, the image of Hu Yuexin in the light and shadow images seen by Yan Zhaoge, although not beautiful, is temperamental and has its own unique charm, which is better than countless women in the world.

At the moment, in the image of the brilliance of the Canghua tree, Hu Yue’s heart is light and pale, and his complexion is pale.

Years passed by, but through this light and shadow image, Yan Zhaoge both seemed to feel her weakness.

This seems to be the last scene of her life.

Serious injuries have been difficult to heal. Although they have been chased by the Tianhe tributaries, they have already returned to the sky and are still in the process of dying.

Hu Yuexin, who meditates cross-legged, gives a long breath.

The breath is not colorless, but a mixture of gray and blood red.

This breath blew, her original bloodless cheeks, but a little more ruddy.

Unfortunately, that is not a sign that the injury has been alleviated.

On the contrary, it is the last return of the glory of human life.

Hu Yuexin in the picture, with no eyes and no expression, the expression of the tight body gradually relaxed, and the straight spine gradually fell.

Her eyes moved, as if she had regained her focus, but it gradually became fascinated and covered with tears.

"Hey, hey..."

Tears drip from her eyes, and both eyes were weak.

At the moment, Hu Yuexin, with her impression of her past, is really huge.

"I... don't want to die... don't die... don't..."

In the void, the weak weeping sounds, full of fear of death and thirst for survival.

Later, the voices in the light and shadow pictures gradually became more remorseful and mournful.

Repenting of his own life, he died, repenting of his life for a piece of Tianyuan Stone, and repenting of his fascination with the authentic re-emergence of Taoism.

Later, confession gradually became resentment.

Resentment has paid a lot of money, but the result has been expelled from the upper bounds of the world, lonely and helpless, being chased and killed, alone in such a place, no one knows!

Resentful of your own stupidity, for a vain ideal, to ruin your own life, to exhaust your life experience, why not worth it, why not!

Resent the master who swindled himself on this road, Shao Junyi! Stupidity ruined my life without saying it, but also ruined her life!

Endless remorse, remorse why you will lose your life and pay for your own life.

Curse, drink...

The unimaginable vicious words emerged from Hu Yue’s heart, and were added to Shao Junyi, the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor, the Alpine, Lingqing and even Yin Tianxia, ​​who were originally like-minded people, and were added to all people.

The curse sounded from high to low, and finally turned into a sob, crying and crying.

Everything that emerges from it actually stems from the fear of death and the regret of his own life.

The crying is getting weaker and weaker, and the white figure is getting weaker and weaker. It gradually falls to the ground, and everything is desperate...

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yun looked at it with no expression.

"Some people say that a person can only see what is most true in his heart before he dies, and know what kind of person he is."

The voice of Yan Zhaoge echoed in the space: "I agree with this point of view."

"Especially, in the case of knowingly dying, but still can not die quickly, can only helplessly wait for death to come, that is the most tormented moment." Yan Zhao song faceless, crossed the trunk, came to the water curtain Before: "Although the situation is unbearable, although it is inevitable that there are some accidents and some disappointments, it is not completely incomprehensible if the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty has the idea of ​​anger and remorse before his death."

"but……"

Yan Zhao song raised his palm, and the virtual imaginary pressed on the water curtain, and the water curtain suddenly swayed.

The scene projected on the Canghua tree was suddenly interrupted.

"What I want to see is the real scene before the end of the Ming Dynasty, not something that a **** has made."

Yan Zhaoge coldly gaze at the water curtain depression and turn it into a space-time hole.

At the other end of time and space, presenting a person's figure, lazily said: "Yeah, do you see it?"

It is Chen Ganhua. 8)