History’s Strongest Senior Brother

A round of the sun rises in front of his own eyes, but Yan Zhaoge does not feel hot and warm.

Because the sun in front of you is black.

It is no longer in the darkness of the infinity, and the light of the line is bright, but it is like glory, giving birth to endless darkness.

Yan Zhao songs in the heart of the micro-motion, look at it, see the side of the black big day, there is clearly a round of blue moonlight.

The sun and the moon are parallel, the day is dark, but the moonlight is not as bright and bright as normal.

This full moon, pale, gray, reveals the brilliance of ice blue, which makes people feel chilly.

"Silence and the moon?" Yan Zhao song looked at this scene, a little unexpected, but there is such a feeling.

Although the ecstasy of the eclipse of the eclipse was a ritual that appeared after the great annihilation, he had not touched it before.

But seeing that round of black big day and ice blue full moon, and then contact the dark sect of martial arts inheritance and the current situation, Yan Zhaoge immediately understands that the dark sect costs so much effort to implement the goal of the instrument.

The sinister sect, this is to artificially create a quiet day and a moon, and then use this anti-Japanese counter-moon power to baptize.

Nowadays, the first strongest of the Dark Emperor is their lord Zhou Haosheng, and the Guangming patriarch Luo Zhitao is the old rival.

Zhou Haosheng, who is also a six-heavy martial artist and sees the realm of the late period of the gods, has been stuck at this level for a long time.

This time, he is going to take advantage of the help of the eclipse of the lunar eclipse, to break through the bottlenecks for many years, and set foot on the sacred bridge of Wusheng.

Yanzhao songs are thinking about each other, and they see the ecstasy and the moon in front of them. In the slight vibration, the unique dark space of this side is also shaking together.

"The Daxuan dynasty stalked the vines and found the ancestral altar." Yan Zhao’s heart is clear: "It’s really fast."

In the southeastern part of the Huangpu Sea, in the void above the vast sea, the vast caves open like a huge black hole.

Deep in the black hole, a huge cliff is suspended in the air, and the top of the cliff is located in the city.

The city and the cliffs are all dark, as if they are blended with the darkness around them. The darkness is constantly spreading around and consuming more light.

At this moment, on the city and the cliff, there is a dark column of light, like a chain, and black smoke. The dim light column and the black smoke are all invaded into the void.

These beams and black smoke are undoubtedly derived from the dark sects of the distant.

The dim light pillars traverse the heavens and the earth, criss-crossing, and together gather in the dark altar of the altar, and the same altars form a huge spiritual array, covering the corner of the imperial sea.

But long before the dim light column was lit up, the black smoke, also derived from the various altars, had already gathered in the dark altar and exposed it.

Between the emptiness of the sky, the sky is sweeping.

The power of the flames is much more terrifying than the offensive of the Daxu dynasty.

The raging fire was not swallowed up by the black hole, but the black hole was distorted and disintegrated. Eventually, the flame was constantly consuming the empty void of burning and darkness.

The fire began to dissipate the darkness and even illuminate the dark city and cliffs.

Yan Zhao’s song is in a special space created by the eclipse of the lunar sun. It can be felt in his own right, and a grand will appears, as if to cover the heavens.

As if there were a pair of eyes open, watching the raging fire surrounded by outside.

The breath of the other side is stronger than that of Zheng Guogong, the former Daxuan dynasty.

Although the same is the strongest of the six realms of Wu Sheng, but there are also high scores, like the veteran patriarch Zhou Haosheng such a veteran strong, a power, more obvious.

Even if these eyes are not staring at themselves, Yan Zhaoge has a feeling of body numbness.

The murder of the Promise of Heaven, Xuan Gong, Yan Zhaoge, the whole person seems to be empty, turned into nothingness, and the dark light flow in the space, almost no distinction.

The attention of Zhou Haosheng, the darkest patriarch, is now on the outside world.

Because the enemy he wants to face is stronger than him!

The horrible boundless sea of ​​fire separates from the two sides, revealing a heavy figure, standing in a neat battle, standing together in the void.

In the center of the battle, many strong men guarded a dragon, a dragon flag, a fan, a yellow umbrella, a dragon, and a colorful cover.

Sitting on the top of the squat, wearing a black robes, with a flat crown, gaze, is the king of the Da Xuan Dynasty, the third generation Xuan Wang, Xuan Mu Wang.

And next to Xuan Mu Wang, there is a person sitting side by side with him, the momentum is even stronger than Xuan Mu Wang.

This person looks like a young man of twenty years old, but his eyes are old and condensed.

Although he was sitting with Xuanmu Wang, his feelings were as if he were at another higher level, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Xuan Mu Wang turned to look at this person and said slowly: "I also ask the teacher to help."

The other party did not speak, but raised his hand to the dark ancestral altar, a finger, like a water sword, as if the long river is generally sweeping toward the black cliff and the city.

Around the dark sect of the altar, the dark rays of the road circulate, forming a huge array of methods, and the evolution of boundless darkness.

Wherever the darkness was, the fire was suddenly stopped and even swallowed by the darkness.

But as the water Jianguang is everywhere, all the colors seem to be pale and weak, as if facing the long time of the scouring, tending to decay and decay.

Light and darkness seem to have lost meaning at this moment, and everything becomes a simple symbol in front of time.

In the dark altar of the ancestors, a white old man looked at this scene with no expression. Above the top of his head, the black big day and the blue full moon were hanging high, and the dark brilliance fell and shined on him.

The white old man’s body glowed black, and the surface of the white robe suddenly appeared in a dense black mantra.

He rolled forward with both palms forward, and the infinite darkness enveloped the dark sect of the altar and isolated all the light.

The world seems to have no light, and everything returns to the original dark universe.

Like the water Jianguang, this moment is also isolated by the darkness.

But the swordsmanship, hovering around the darkness, began to continually kill the power of the dark sect of the sect of the sect.

At this time, Xuanmu Wang also took the opportunity to take the shot, and commanded the commander of the Daxuan Dynasty to attack the original dark floods.

The fire of the sky once again swept through, with the help of the Jianshui in the water, to dispel the heavy darkness.

In the dark ancestral altar, the white robes of the lord Zhou Haosheng have been covered with mantras, making the robes completely black.

It is like the darkness of the end of the ages, which constantly resists the attack from the outside world, but at the moment there is a feeling of difficulty.

Zhou Haosheng did not look at Xuan Mu Wang at this time, but looked at the young man with a look of old age.

"Wu Sheng seven heavy, Xianqiao early realm!" Zhou Haosheng word.

The man sitting next to Xuan Mu Wang, then Huo Ran stood up, flashing his head and flashing from the dragon.

When he stepped out, he went to the top of the dark ancestral altar and then stepped on it.

The light of the soles of the feet circulated, and the Jianguang light appeared again, flying down straight, as if falling like a waterfall to the dark altar. (To be continued.) 8