History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Many top strongmen of the Daxuan dynasty came to commit crimes, and the Dark Sect also has masters like Wu Zixiu and Nie Sheng here.

The two sides fought together and the situation was chaotic, and the entire Shenghezhou territory was turned upside down.

Just as Yan Zhaoge had predicted, the Dark Sect guarded the large formation here, and it was unable to function properly at this moment.

Under such circumstances, Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others naturally fell.

After receiving a shot from Zheng Guogong in the Daxuan Dynasty, Wu Zixiu's old body was even more stern.

The dark sect warrior beside him suddenly found that the corner of Wu Zixiu's mouth overflowed with blood.

Nie Sheng snorted and forced to retreat his opponent, but a sword wound was added to his right arm. He retreated back to Wu Zixiu and said: "I can't keep it like this."

Wu Zixiu wiped off the corner of his mouth and coughed a few times: "The news that Ben Zong wanted to perform the Ryouyou Moon Ritual was leaked. The Dazuan Dynasty wanted to take this opportunity to explore the whereabouts of the main altar of Benzong.

Nie Sheng said: "It is already an arrow on the string that has to be sent, even if we don't urge the magic instrument, the Daxuan Dynasty has also got clues."

"In this case, it's better to fight to the end!"

Wu Zixiu heard the words and fell into contemplation.

He looked up and saw above the sky dome, between the torrents of fire and fire, rolling up the torrents of fire, and a huge light pattern in the sea of ​​fire condensed and formed, as if it were a mirror.

After the dark secular branch altar was shrouded by this mirror light, a black smoke rose.

Black smoke did not go straight up, but flew obliquely, like a rope, one end connected to the dark secular branch altar, and the other end stretched out into the unknown distance.

If the focus is not limited to Shenghezhou, but to the entire Huangji Sea, you can find that several dark secession altars were attacked violently at almost the same time.

Above each subordinate altar of the dark sects, there are strange and bright mirror lights.

A stream of black smoke extends from different directions towards the void, gradually meeting together and pointing to the same place.

Looking at the black smoke over Sheng Hezhou, Wu Zixiu sighed: "It's really well prepared."

The old man faced the decisive color: "At this time, it really can only let go."

After all, he raised a palm, and then framed the terrifying fire of Zheng Guogong in the great Xuan Dynasty. At the same time, the other hand slapped down on his palm.

At his feet, Dao and Dao intertwined with each other, and the bright and non-dark brilliance lighted up, jointly showing the original face of a giant magic circle.

The magic circle ran up suddenly, and the center of the large circle suddenly showed a strong light, and even expelled the darkness in an instant.

But the glare was fleeting and swallowed up by the darkness again. The "darkness" at this moment is deeper and quieter, but it is even more terrifying.

At the command of Wu Zixiu, Chen Ke and other underworld sect warriors did not join the battle group to support their fellow students, but put all their already prepared ceremonial supplies into a large array.

The deep darkness, like a lake and the sea, everything enters, and after setting off the starting point, it quickly returns to calm.

"It would be nice if I could wait a little longer." Wu Zixiu shook his head and raised his hand to write a black rune with a mysterious arc, and then pointed his finger, the rune also sank into the darkness formed by the large array of feet.

The warriors of the Daxuan Dynasty above also felt the change, and the offensive could not be more urgent.

Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others tried their best to resist.

The deep darkness began to expand continuously, and the world around them dimmed together, and all the light around was swallowed by this darkness.

Just above the sky, a group of great Xuan Dynasty warriors also felt the glory of the world around them dimmed.

Only Zheng Guogong and a few top strong men still sounded blazing flames and were not affected by darkness.

But everyone can feel the sudden change of the guardian of the dark secular altar below.

At the next moment, a brilliance that was not bright, but appeared extremely dim, rose from the center of the large array. The brilliance did not fly straight upward, but flew obliquely.

The direction pointed by the dim streamer, consistent with the black smoke, extended far into the void, without knowing where to go.

As the brilliance lighted up, the darkness that shrouded the divine altar was beginning to dissipate.

In the midair fire, a majestic man appeared, his appearance looked middle-aged, and he had a beard.

Seeing the dim light, he could not help frowning, and gave up Wu Zixiu, who had been dealing with it all the time, and turned a shot at the light!

The flames and streamer set off against each other, and the falling rifle seemed like a real falling star, dragging a long tail flame, bombarding the dim light.

After the two sides collided, the middle-aged man's devastating gunshot was actually bounced off.

After the dim beam of light shook slightly, it was still flying towards the distance.

This middle-aged man is naturally Zheng Guogong, one of the four great dukes of the Daxuan Dynasty. His eyes are solid: "Good guy!"

This beam of light seemed to be dim and unremarkable, as if faint and turbid, but the heavy and vast power among them was Zheng Guogong's martial arts Liuzhong. Seeing the cultivation of the realm in the later period of the god, he could not destroy it with one blow.

He fired again, Wu Zixiu and others quickly stepped forward to block it.

"No matter what idea you are playing, it will be in vain." Zheng Guogong laughed: "What if you let the traitors of your anti-thieves be completed? With your general altar, let's die."

Wu Zixiu fought back, and was about to sneer at him, and suddenly he was surprised.

I saw someone in the sub-altar, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, it was actually involved in the center of the large array.

Wu Zixiu looked closely, and the man was clearly Yan Zhaoge.

"This young man will be crushed by the power of the formation ..." Wu Zixiu just thought of this and suddenly saw Yan Zhaoge struggling and disappeared into the dim beam of light.

Wu Zixiu was shocked. He was the host of the formation. He could feel that in the dim beam of light, someone went straight to the sky with the streamer and went away in an instant!

Wu Zixiu was relieved without affecting the formation.

However, this sudden change made Wu Zixiu unhappy for a while.

The great Xuan Dynasty dynasty once again attacked, and Wu Zixiu did not have time to consider Yan Zhaoge's problems, and could only meet the enemy first.

Yan Zhaoge felt uncomfortable at the moment. People seemed to be swept away by torrents, his eyes blurred, and the world was spinning.

"Fuck! Although there is a way of tide against the tide, this spiritual flow is too chaotic." Yan Zhaoge couldn't help but want to scold people.

He dared to come in and was naturally prepared. With the help of a unique dharma guard, not only would he not be torn apart by the power of the dark patriarchal ceremonies, but he also sent himself to the dark altar patriarchal altar with the help of the magical power of the branch altar The core of the moon offering.

It's just the taste on the road, it's really not wonderful.

It's like having a seasickness while doing a roller coaster.

Yan Zhaoge was shaken with seven meats and eight primes. After a long while, he finally arrived and gradually settled down in the surrounding environment.

"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge calmed down and looked around.

Then I saw a big black day rising slowly in front of my eyes.