History’s Strongest Senior Brother

In the Pisces, in the deep sea, Yan Zhao song sits in the middle, each hand has a handprint, gathered in the small belly of Dantian.

The whole body of the cockroaches turned around, and the more and more sturdy and heavy, constantly hovering in the body of Yan Zhao.

Like a chaotic airflow, it gradually becomes more and more turbid and more and more heavy.

Heavy, like the earth, can carry everything and breed everything.

The great master is a heavy one, and the essence of the early stage of the spirit is that it is rich in aura, returning to the true spirit, and turning into a soil-like existence.

The soil of the martial arts is born, so it is also called the spiritual soil.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge motivated himself to learn, and the suffocating suffocating manifestation seemed to be a fertile soil, only to be planted.

If it is the Taiqing Qigong of the Guangcheng Mountain, Yan Zhaoge can now consolidate the spirit and step into the level of the great master of the Middle Ages.

However, the kind of spirituality that Yan Zhaoge wants to form is not based on Taiqing Qigong, but is intended to be based on Promise.

In this way, the difficulty is undoubtedly much bigger. Yan Zhaoge needs to be careful to try to figure out how to perfect it.

On the way to the North Sea, Yan Zhaoge has been working **** his own practice in addition to operating the ground shuttle.

The accompanying Ahu, who has been taught by Yan Zhao, can also roughly operate the alien treasure.

When Ahu was at the helm, Yan Zhaoge meditated.

After the Yan Zhao song practice came to an end, he took over, and Ahu took a break.

Said to be a rest, Ahu also like the action of Yan Zhaoge, sitting cross-legged, closed eyes, serious practice.

Between the two, he saw a black sigh from the nose and mouth, not smoke, but as if there is a wind.

As Ahu continued to swallow, it seemed to set off a small black storm around his body, gradually surrounded him.

The two of them alternated, changing the way, while practicing, while crossing the East China Sea and the North Sea, to the north of the land.

One day, Yan Zhaoge took the helm and controlled the opening of the sea.

At the moment, it is located in the North Sea. The ice floes on the sea surface, the cold and cold winds between the heavens and the earth, are the great masters of Yan Zhaoge, and they all feel the coldness of the bone marrow.

Don't say ordinary people or warriors in the realm of refining, it is a low-ranking guru. In such an environment, it is possible to be frozen to death.

This place is still only on the edge of the extreme north.

Extremely north, and the place of the West Great Desert, the South Wildfire Haitian Palace and other places called the murderous land, is not a name.

Yan Zhao song turned his head and looked at Ahu. He saw Ahu’s body suffocating and vomiting, and a black wind rushed out of his body.

Ahu's whole body's upper and lower points are open together, and each hole is like a portal. The portal is closed, the phoenix is ​​full, the portal is open, and there is a horrible black hurricane blowing out.

Like Yan Zhaoge, Ahu has now reached the final level.

The spiritual soil is already very full, and only after you have formed your own spiritual species, you can successfully set foot on the two masters of the great masters.

However, Ahu is not in a hurry to take this step, but is still polishing itself.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at him and said: "Put your mind calmly, and the West Pole is purple. It is to calm the heart, drive the wind, and turn the world into a still thing. Finally, it can break out of tyranny. And amazing, like the power of arrogance."

"Moving and quiet are the essence."

Ahu sat in the bottom of the shuttle, still closed his eyes, but nodded slightly.

In the previous Guangzhan robbery, most of the black-skinned mountains, whether or not they joined the sacred, participated in the attack and attacked Guangcheng Mountain.

The final result is naturally the annihilation of the whole army. The two of the remaining ancestors of Heishan Mountain are the highest, the great masters are nine-fold, and the strongmen of the late Yuan Fu are all folded in the Guangcheng Mountain.

After this war, the power of the Holy Land in the past, the stagnation of the black mountain, has not been completely destroyed.

In this battle, as the winner of the broad-spectrum, the murder of the black-skinned mountains of the mountain will be killed, and there will be some gains.

Among them, the relatively large harvest is the success of the most martial heritage of the Heishan Mountain.

The West Pole purple gas, in the position of Heishan Mountain, is like the lower part of the Taiqing Qigong in the Guangcheng Mountain, and the great day is in the Dasheng Shengzong.

Ahu’s previously practiced Famen, black and sultry, went to the depths of the world, and moved toward the Western Pole.

Yan Zhaoge passed the Western Pole Purple to Ahu. The intention is to hope that Ahu is in the process of cultivating the spirit, and it will be based on the Western Purple Purple which is better than the black scorpion.

After the War of the World, until today, the Ahu, which is constantly practicing, the climate of the West Pole has gradually become a climate, but it has yet to be polished.

Yan Zhaoge carefully observed, when I saw Ahu’s practice, in the black storm that swept through the body, there was already a faint purple air flow flowing along with the black wind.

It looks like a purple light, mixed in the black storm, and keeps moving.

When Yan Zhaoge practiced himself, the chaotic general suffocation gradually subsided, and it seemed to turn into a heavy turbidity, forming a land, like a fertile soil.

However, after the settlement reached the extreme, the suffocation of Yan Zhaoge’s sorrow suddenly became turbulent, as if the road was clear and the sky was floating.

The transformation between the two seems contradictory and abrupt. If someone sees it, it will only be difficult to understand.

But at this time, all this happened to Yan Zhaoge.

The air is floating up to the sky, the turbidity sinks to the ground, and the two occur at the same time, and they are integrated into one, as if the whole world was transformed by Yan Zhaoge's same suffocation.

The sky is clear and condensed, gradually turning into a point of seed appearance, while the lower Lingyuan is heavy and vast.

The two are separated and unified, and finally combined!

Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes and suddenly breathed in.

Ahu, who was on the side of the control of the Bottom, felt that from the outside of the Pisces, the Arctic ice and sea, the aura around the vast world, all of them instantly gathered around the Yanzhao song.

"Gongzi, you are promoted to the two masters, the middle of the realm of Yunling!" Ahu looked at Yan Zhaoge, although he always used the number one big dogleg of Yanzhao song, and used the flattering to make Yanzhao song comfortable. One of the goals of the effort, but now, some time, there is something that can’t be said.

Once upon a time, because of the relationship between age and length of training, the gap between Yan Zhaoge and him was a lot worse, but now, Yan Yan song has already surpassed him.

Although there is a kind of son who is not a tribute to the son, but Ahu can not help but have some mistakes to return to God.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "If I am not mistaken, you are in the near future."

A tiger licked his mouth and sighed.

Going all the way, crossing the ice sea, and returning to the land, Yan Zhaoge and Ahu collected the ground shuttle.

The northernmost land is inaccessible.

It should be like this...

But Yan Zhaoge and Ahu found other people, and a lot.

The people of Tianlei Hall. (To be continued.)