History’s Strongest Senior Brother

(PS: The total increase is 7124, the increase for the "Xt brother" alliance is 144, the third is more! There is an update later!)

Yan Zhaoge's Jian Gang entered the body, Zhao Hao's body could not resist, completely broken, and directly turned into the sky of blood mist!

A faint phantom seems to be floating in front of Yan Zhaoge.

The facial features are similar to Zhao Hao, but they are not exactly the same.

Yan Zhaoge has seen the portrait of Gao Zhe, a sacred fire sword of the past, and sees the appearance of this phantom. It is similar to Gao Zhe except that it is similar to Zhao Hao.

It is the soul of the other party.

However, at this moment, this soul is also fragmented and on the verge of annihilation.

Zhao Hao, or Gao Zhe, stared at Yan Zhaoge and gave a silent roar, but it seemed to echo in Yan Zhaoge's ear: "I'm not dead today, I will make a comeback and avenge my hatred!"

"Yan Zhaoge, and the Guangcheng Mountain behind you, we will never die, and we will fight with you to die!"

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly and said lightly: "You die, I live, so that's fine."

Zhao Hao roared unwillingly.

At this time, the black small incense burner dropped on the ground, and suddenly there was suction, which rolled Zhao Hao's broken remnant and wanted to suck it into it.

"Come here too?" Yan Zhaoge's mouth was gently ticked, his palm stretched out, his strength was vigorous, and he suddenly stopped Zhao Hao's remnant, making it impossible to enter the small black incense burner.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Hao and smiled indifferently: "Ye Jing was able to play this set in Zhenlongyuan because I didn't want to kill him at the time."

"As for you, damn, I can't live."

Yan Zhaoge gave a spit with his palm, and Zhao Hao's remnant soul suddenly twisted!

Zhao Hao roared: "You little ants ..."

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "You better figure out, now, you are the ants in your mouth."

"How weak is it?" Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows. "Too weak, I don't care if you hate me or why you are hostile to me."

"You don't hinder me, I'm too lazy to care about you, if you dare to prick a thorn, then I will kill you."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Hao calmly: "This is what I think of you, simple and clear, and dealing with you is equally simple."

Zhao Hao's face was green, but he could no longer say anything.

Its soul is completely annihilated in the palm of Yan Zhaoge!

Souls are scattered, and there is no end to it!

Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

Ye Chongzhou, Xiao Yu, Zhang Yao and others, looking at the scene in front of them at the moment, are all a little bit unrecoverable.

Liu Shengfeng, who was paralyzed, was stunned and lost his soul.

In fact, from Yan Zhaoge's appearance until now, it has only been a short time.

Save people, break through, and kill the enemy.

Everything happened in just a few breaths.

The situation was completely reversed in the blink of an eye.

In the first moment, the gate of the Nine Nethers seemed to be coming soon, and in the latter moment, Yan Zhaoge slashed Zhao Hao and others, and the Demon Realm burst into collapse.

Looking at the figure of Yan Zhaoge standing on the earth, Ye Chongzhou and Zhang Yao both had a moment of trance.

Yan Zhaoge calmly watched the dark misty magical energy in front of him gradually dissipate.

From the Nine Nether, the terrifying breath gradually subsided, and the illusory crack gate on the ground disappeared completely.

It seemed that there was an extremely unwilling will, coming from endless time and space, roaring in the ear of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge's face didn't change color, he closed his sword and sheathed, and looked up, he saw the magic energy dissipated around him, and turned into chains flying all over the sky.

Not only Elder Mo from the vast mountains, but other demon-deaders, more or less encountered the backlash of the formation, the devil qi rewinded, and thrust into the body.

The more the demon-cultivator who is cultivated to a higher level, the more severe he is when he is repulsed by the demonic energy.

Without the magic energy bonus, he was injured by the magic energy. Under the circumstances, the strong side of the abyss organization suddenly collapsed and lost.

In the sky, the Red God Mountain paused a little, and Yan Zhaoge could feel Shan Shi Weng's eyes falling on himself.

"It's a pity that it's not my vast disciples ..." Shan Shiweng seemed ashamed and lamented, leaving a sentence, if nothing, to go away in an instant, and continue to kill other powerful abyss.

Yan Zhaoge watched Shan Shi Weng go away, while showing no sound, his palm gave suction, sucking up the little black incense burner that fell beside Zhao Hao's body.

For him, compared to Zhao Hao, he is more interested in this small incense burner.

The sword that beheaded Zhao Hao, and the sword that defeated Zhao Hao's sparks before, were the martial arts that Yan Zhaoge realized by himself.

Cultivating for continuous improvement, he continued to sort out his own martial arts, and he has begun to become a family, and he will be able to integrate.

Thunderbolt is just the beginning.

This martial art, which was only displayed before, is the more profound truth.

Although it is still a prototype, compared to the thunder and immature, but the power can not be underestimated.

Yan Zhaoge cast this martial art and turned it into a swordsmanship, using the spirit soldier Lingjian Bilong to assassinate, but he could not leave even a scratch on the small black incense burner.

This shows that this seemingly inconspicuous black incense burner is of extraordinary quality.

So Yan Zhaoge is very interested in the black incense burner in front of him, but he is also a bit worried.

While adjusting his interest rate and restoring his energy, he checked the black incense burner.

At first, I didn't think there was anything, but when Yan Zhaoge was absorbed and focused on the incense burner carefully, he felt as if he was in a trance.

Yan Zhaoge was awake slightly in his heart and settled his mind.

He stretched out his hand slowly, injecting his own qi into it, and kept stirring.

The gas injected into it quickly disappeared, disappeared, and there was no feedback. The original owner Yan Zhaoge was completely disconnected.

With the continuous injection of qi, Yan Zhaoge hit under the spirit, and suddenly felt slightly trance again.

However, this time he was already prepared to keep his mind firmly while still continuing to explore the small black incense burner.

Yan Zhaoge's consciousness seemed to blend into a completely dark world, quiet and deep, and never ending darkness.

"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge frowned, and he found a strange force acting on his spirit, preventing himself from getting out of this dark world, trying to make him deeper and deeper in this dark world.

There is no light in the world in front of me, and black is extremely pure, just like absorbing all the light projected on it, leaving only the deepest darkness.

Despite the endless darkness, Yan Zhaoge's mind seemed to be endlessly tempted, enticing his spiritual will to sink completely.

Although Yan Zhaoge can feel that the dark world itself is not malicious.

But he can be 100% sure that if he cannot control his mind and is engulfed by darkness, his soul will be imprisoned in this boundless darkness forever, and his flesh will become an empty shell.