History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The Immortal Heaven and the Future Buddha, Xianting and Bailian Pure Land, and even the West Heavenly Bliss Pure Land and the Yaozu have been fighting so far, naturally it is something that Yan Zhaoge and others are happy to see.

But as Bai Tao said earlier, when the other side calmed down, it is hard to predict.

“Do your own thing first.” Yan Zhao’s song spit out a sigh of relief and said to Cao Jie: “It’s been a long time to delay the seniors. Today is the day when all the same people are happy.”

Cao Jie shook his head: "No problem."

Although he said so, Yan Zhaoge ended the conversation, and Cao Jie and others got up and went out to meet other guests.

Yan Zhaoge naturally did not show up at this moment, leaving the stage to Cao Jie.

Gao Xuebo was slow and slow at the foot, and Yan Zhao said: "My mother and my father have already gone out a few days ago. If the sword has a result, you can leave at any time."

Yan Zhao song nodded and then asked: "How is the situation of the sister-in-law? I have not been able to travel to Biyoutian during this time."

"Not yet awake." Gao Xuebo sighed: "The injury was too heavy at the beginning, but the death of the Yuan Jing, killing is certainly sharp, but in the current situation of the night, it has the opposite effect, which is not conducive to recovery. ”

Yan Zhaoge is also a sigh, which is the truth, he is equally clear.

However, the situation is even more difficult and will not be worse than when it was really raining.

After comforting Gao Xuebo, Yan Zhao song stopped and watched them leave, then sat back in the chair and closed their eyes.

With the Yanzhao song closed, the original clean room, this moment suddenly became dark, ambiguous, time and space vague, as if a chaos.

In this vague scene, Yan Zhao song opened his eyes and opened his eyes.

As he blinked, the interior did not become bright, just as if there was a little glory.

This light, like the candlelight in the night, looks extremely dark and swaying, as if it might be extinguished at any time.

Yan Zhao’s eyes are deep and deep. After a long time, he raises his eyebrows: “...to find out from the air, there is nothing valuable, you need to point the index.”

Yuan Shi Tianshu, the first book of the first three books, Yan Zhaoge, these years, has begun to practice.

The other nine volumes of the Tianshu collection, called Yan Zhaoge's Promise Tianshu also made great progress.

For Yuantianshu, the more it tries to figure out the artistic conception, the more the Yanzhao song feels that there seems to be an invisible ceiling on the top of the head, getting closer and closer to itself.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the effect of Yuantianshu, but Yuantianshu is not omnipotent. When the level of practitioners is higher, the feelings in this aspect are often more obvious.

Otherwise, the cloud neutrons in the realm of Da Luo Tian Xian will not fall.

The higher the level of the practitioners, the more natural it is to look at it than the lower ones. It seems that there is no secret at all. In the past, the future may be complicated but relatively clear.

But for high-level people, there are naturally fewer valuable things.

For example, Yan Zhaoge is now concerned with the existence of the ancient swords of the immortals and the ancient swords of the immortals, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find them.

Yuan Tianshu is based on even a trace of related traces, traces and traces, and constantly expands, calling everything invisible.

The existence of the four swords of Zhu Xian will largely destroy the traces left by itself in time and space.

"Do not take Yuantianshu as its own foundation, the effect is still a lot worse." Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, fingers licking his temple.

The darkness of the clean room gradually faded, and all the sights were displayed and restored to their original state.

Time flies quietly, Yan Zhao songs peace of mind, close eyes and raise the spirit, until I feel the popularity of the outside, gradually faded.

After a short while, Cao Jie and others returned to the clean room.

Bai Tao and Liu Weigu left first, and each returned to Xizhou and Beizhou. Others later shared the same road with Yan Zhaoge and returned to Tianfu Tianzhong to ride the mountains.

After the ceremony was dispersed, Cao Jie took the road, and Yan Zhaoge went to the remnant of the Tianzong Dojo, which was moved back by the founder of Jin Tingshan.

The remains have been matched with the Jinting Mountain itself, which is the corner of Dongfu. It seems that there is nothing surprising.

However, in the Yanzhao songs, there are faint green lights flashing.

In his mind, there is a scene different from the real world in front of him.

At this moment, Yan Zhao song feels like jumping out of time and going up the river.

In front of the sparkling, a picture of the rapid decline, time seems to be back in this moment, with Yan Zhao song came to the time of the great burst.

The scenery changes, appearing in the vision of Yan Zhao song, is a beautiful show Baoshan.

"Jin Tingshan Yuwu Cave..." Yan Zhao’s heart is clear, knowing that this was the day before the Taoist temple was not destroyed.

But soon, the name of Yan Zhaoge always remembered the great destruction of the heart, and he came.

It is completely different from the original view of the Library of the Temple of Heaven.

It seems like a porcelain-like sky, as if it suddenly turned into a dusty earth.

In the midst of the storm, it seems that it is not so bloody, but thousands of souls have already withered.

In time and space, there seems to be a glimmer of light, called Yan Zhao song can not really cut.

Not only that, but those Guanghuali, as if there is more than one line of sight to look at the Yanzhao song, look at the outside, and come back from time.

"Da Luo..." Yan Zhaoge is not unexpected, and does not force, to withdraw sight, just to see as much as possible the changes in Jintingshan Yuwu Cave.

I can't see the specific passage, I can't see the battle scene, I can't see who the destroyer is, I can't see the Taoist sacredness, and I can't see the ancient sword.

However, the famous land of the Xianshan blessed land, the moment before the clock is still beautiful, and the last moment has been turned into ruins.

Under the ravages of the collapse of the world, even the ruins gradually disintegrated and shattered into pieces.

Those unpredictable brilliance has disappeared, and Yan Zhao’s songs are left with nothing.

The devastating sight spreads away in the distance.

Yan Zhaoge no longer pays attention to these, but focuses on the broken ruins.

Pieces of debris, throwing them into the distance, Yanzhao song also feels like being on one of them, as the fragments of the remains of the ruins continue to go.

Yan Zhao’s eyes flashed, and he watched a few of the remains of the remains until his eyes shook, as if he had sunk into the river.

Returning to consciousness, Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes and then opened it again. The green glow in the pupil disappeared.

"How?" Cao Jie and others saw it and immediately asked.

"I can't see the Taoist ancestor and the ancient sword itself, but..." Yan Zhaoge said after a little pause: "...The Daoist is very likely, like the Yuding ancestor, and fell down because of the great destruction."

"Harvest, there is still a little, can not directly guide us to find the ancient sword, but if you can find a few places, you may be able to have the relics of the ancestors, help me to exercise the secret law, with the help of Zhu Xian, trapped two swords Come and find the ancient sword."

Yan Zhao song touched his chin: "Try to see if you can find the ancient sword of Xian Xian. If there is a clue, take a look at the relics of Tian Zun."