History’s Strongest Senior Brother

In the abyss, the sound of Long Yin continued, but it was no longer majestic and mighty, but full of violent murderous intention.

Nine one-eyed black dragons lock the void together, continually devouring all vitality beyond the dead energy in the abyss.

The length of the huge dragon body calculated in units of "li" was stretched straight at this moment, and the dragon's tail was tethered to the huge portal below and dragged vigorously.

The door opened in Kowloon, and the door kept shaking.

After the glory is no longer dazzling, look carefully. The door is obviously made of white bones, and the shape is all keel.

Absorbing the essence of life, letting the dead Dragon Gate regain its vitality, gradually showing signs of opening.

But if you want to completely open this huge dragon gate, you need a strong life spirit.

Yan Zhaoge can feel that his life essence of Beiming avatar is passing by in abundance.

Lin Qiancheng's entire body turned into a faint shadow, almost imperceptible in the abyss covered with vast black mist.

His voice seemed to sound together in every corner: "I believe that there will always be smart people who can judge that I have come to the sea and tried to find the dragon tomb."

"But your cleverness sent you to the place I hoped, and the one who arrived first helped me open the dragon tomb."

When Lin Qiancheng spoke, he turned his phantom magic to the extreme to avoid the attacks of nine black dragons.

Yan Zhaoge knew what he knew and Lin Qiancheng spoke, in fact, not just to take advantage of the verbal advantage, but he was stubborn, but he deliberately angered himself.

If he and Beiming split their mental and physical instability and try to attack him more, it will be easier for the black dragon in the abyss to devour the spirit and accelerate towards death.

Yan Zhaoge sneered, let Beiming's avatar hug Yuan Shouyi, and tried his best to stop his vitality from leaking.

And he himself drifted towards the black shadow transformed by Lin Qiancheng.

Lin Qiancheng said lightly: "If you avatar of the Beimingwu Shengzhuang Kun, you might still be able to threaten me."

"Even if I am weak now, even if you are talented, it is too early for you to think about me."

Yan Zhaoge chuckled: "Come on, my Beiming avatar is now attacking you, and I can't hold my life first, so I'm going to be sucked up by this Jiulong Tiantong Festival."

Lin Qiancheng said: "You are indeed an unusual young man, but how about that?"

"If you do it yourself, you will also be devoured by the ritual, and now I am fully transformed into a ghost phantom, you can't hurt me."

"As time goes on, after all, your Wusheng avatar becomes a sacrifice and helps me open the dragon gate."

"Without the Martial Saint avatar, after the ceremony is over, it will no longer be affected by Jiulong Jiutun. You cannot escape my hand."

Lin Qiancheng's voice was calm and determined: "From you chasing me in, everything is doomed."

"The place where the dragons bury their bones in the sea, what a great opportunity this will be. Do you know how many dragons are buried here?"

"Ten pieces? One hundred pieces? Let me tell you, it's more than that!"

"Trust me, being able to meet this grand event and open the Dragon Gate is already the pride of your life to be proud of."

"Although, you don't have the rest of your life."

Yan Zhaoge was not anxious and annoyed, his mouth slightly raised upwards, revealing a slight smile: "Everyone should help each other."

"Don't you just want to provoke me to take action, watching me take care of myself, and be buried under this Jiulong?"

Yan Zhaoge came to the shadow and raised his palm: "As you wish, I'm here."

As Yan Zhaoge moved forward and lifted his palm, his vitality became more and more unstable, and he was quickly swallowed by the nine one-eyed black dragons.

Yan Zhaoge's body skin even gradually began to shine and became gray, with signs of shriveling and aging, and the original black hair also began to become dry.

But Yan Zhaoge's expression did not fluctuate a little, as he lifted his right hand upward and pinched a fist print, all of which seemed to stand still for a moment.

Lin Qiancheng suddenly felt a sense of danger in his heart.

Yan Zhaoge's right hand fisted, from top to bottom, turned his head down, the goal is to point directly at Lin Qiancheng's phantom!

Lin Qiancheng's feeling of danger in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

It stands to reason that even though Yan Zhaogexiu is far more powerful than a martial artist of the same realm, Lin Linqian is now using the venerable martial arts to fully exert the magic of phantoms, not seeking to injure the enemy but seeking change and self-preservation. What should Yan Zhaoge do? Not him.

But Lin Qiancheng now has a sense of disaster.

It feels as if the world is going to the end of the world together, everything will be destroyed and completely destroyed!

The heaven and earth in Lin Qiancheng's eyes seemed to collapse and flip and everything became chaotic.

Everything seems to be reversing.

On top of Yan Zhaoge's head, Dao Dao Yuan symbols converged and turned into a huge rune array, manifesting Yan Zhaoge's martial arts fist in operation.

Lin Qiancheng looked closely, and the martial arts fist created an illusory world of light and shadow, but everything in the world of light and shadow was awesomely reversed!

Fantianyin!

Yan Zhaoge's fist is focused on gravity, and what he takes is not Fan Tianyin's majestic power that flips the world, but the mystery of its power conception, which reverses the essence of the two poles of heaven and earth.

Lin Qiancheng's phantom magic formula does not pose a threat to the outside world at this moment, but only evolves his own power conception with all his heart, and his magical powers are used to compete with Jiulong.

At the moment, being disturbed by Yan Zhaoge's Fan Tianyin, the phantom transformed by Lin Qiancheng suddenly became bright and dark.

Under the reversal of the two poles, Lin Qiancheng's figure began to become gradually clearer, returning from reality to reality!

Among the dark shadows, Lin Qiancheng's face gradually appeared. Rao was always calm, and he was shocked at the moment. It was unexpected that Yan Zhaoge could manage to crack his phantom magic formula.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Lin Qiancheng and smiled: "You are Wu Sheng, if it is not the shortcomings of the Phantom Magic Trick itself, which makes it very weak now, I would not be so easy to drag you out of the void."

"However, if you choose to come here today, don't blame me for taking advantage of your illness and killing you."

Lin Qiancheng was shocked to find that under the influence of Yan Zhaoge's Fan Tianyin, he not only had his avatar phantoms cracked, but gradually re-condensed into an entity.

The spirits of the plundered creatures turned into the dark and evil spirits, which originally matched the death in the abyss.

But at this moment it was revived again.

This is more attractive to the nine one-eyed black dragons than the Beiming doppelganger.

Jiulong's main goal of swallowing the sky was suddenly transferred from Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar to Lin Qiancheng!

Lin Qiancheng was furious and simply swelled his strength, striking Yan Zhaoge with one palm, to force Yan Zhaoge's Fan Tianyin back.

But Yan Zhaoge didn't dodge at all, and Fan Tianyin's fist didn't change, but the other hand held up the floor-eating furnace to meet him, dissolving the magic palm of Qiancheng.

Lin Qiancheng's heart sank. With this active attack, his strength was more unstable, and he was constantly absorbed by Jiulong.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "Come on, Xiesheng, let's meet for the grand event together!"