History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Chapter 639. 638. You Rin Moon Festival

A round of sun rises in front of his own eyes, but Yan Zhaoge can't feel the heat and warmth.

Because the sun in front of him is black.

It is no longer in the endless darkness, a ray of light bursts out, but in the glory, it breeds endless darkness.

Yan Zhaoge's heart moved slightly, and when he looked closely, he saw beside the black sun, there was clearly a round of blue moonlight.

The sun and moon are parallel, the sun is dark, but the moonlight is not as bright and bright as under normal circumstances, illuminating the world.

This full moon is pale and gray, revealing a glaze of ice blue, which makes people feel chilly.

"Yu Ri and Rin Yue?" Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene, a little surprised, but it really felt so.

Although the Yuri Rin Moon Festival is a magic instrument that only appeared after the Great Destruction, he had not been in contact before.

But seeing that round of the black sun and the ice-blue full moon, and then contacting the Darkness Sect's martial arts heritage and the current situation, Yan Zhaoge immediately understood that the Darkness Sect fee was such a great effort to carry out the goal of the magic instrument.

In the Dark Sect, this is to artificially create the sun and the moon, and then use the power of the anti-sun and anti-moon to baptize.

Now the first strong of the Dark Sect is their lord Zhou Haosheng, and the light sect Lord Luo Zhitao is an old rival.

Zhou Haosheng, who was also Wu Sheng Liu Zhong and saw the realm of the late God, has been stuck at this level for a long time.

This time, he wanted to break through the bottleneck for many years with the help of the Ryu Moon Ritual, and set foot in the immortal bridge of Wusheng Qizhong.

When Yan Zhaoge was thinking for a while, he saw the sun and the moon in front of him, trembling slightly, and the unique dark space in which he was also shaking together.

"The Daxuan dynasty shuns the vines and finds the main altar of the Dark Sect." Yan Zhaoge clearly realized: "It's so fast."

In the southeast area of ​​the Huangjiahai Sea, in the void above the vast sea, the sky cave opened, as if showing a huge black hole.

In the depths of the black hole, a huge cliff is suspended in the air, and the top of the cliff is a male city.

Both the city and the cliffs are completely dark, as if they are integrated with the darkness around them, and the darkness is constantly spreading towards the surroundings, devouring more light.

At this moment in the city and on the cliff, there is a chain of dim light beams like chains, and black smoke, dark light beams and black smoke all penetrate into the void without knowing where to go.

These beams of light and black smoke undoubtedly originated from the dark secular divisions in the distance.

The dim beam of light traverses the heavens and the earth, criss-crossing, and converging together in the main altar of the dark ancestor, together with a large number of altars to form a huge spiritual array, covering the corner of Huangjihai.

But long before the pillars of dim light lit up, the black smoke, which also originated from the various altars, had already gathered in the dark altar to expose it.

Between the vibrations of the void, the sky swept the sky.

The power of the flame is much more terrifying than the attack of the strong powers of the Daxuan Dynasty in the Shengtan and the Dark Sect Division.

The raging fire was not swallowed by the black hole, but instead caused the black hole to distort and disintegrate. In the end, the flame was constantly swallowing and burning the dark void.

The fire began to gradually disperse the darkness, even illuminating the dark cities and cliffs.

Yan Zhaoge is in a special space created by the Rinyou Moon Festival, and he can feel that a grand will appears in his own neighborhood, as if to cover the heavens.

It seemed as if a pair of eyes were open, staring at the blazing fire outside.

The other party's breath is stronger than that of Zheng Guogong in the Xuan Dynasty.

Although they are also the strongest players in the Sixth Realm of Wusheng, they also have the distinction of being strong. The old strongmen like Zhou Haosheng, the dark suzerain, are more powerful.

Even though these eyes did not stare at himself, Yan Zhaoge felt numb.

With the luck of the Promise Wuji Promise, Yan Zhaoge seems to be empty, and it is a void, which is almost indistinguishable from each other in the dim light flow in the space.

The attention of Zhou Haosheng, the Sect Master of the Underworld, is now on the outside world.

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

The terrifying boundless sea of ​​fire separated to the two sides, revealing heavy figures, arranged in a neat formation, and stood in the void together.

In the middle of the battle, many powerful men guarded a dragon dragon, waved the dragon flag, lifted the group fan, supported the yellow umbrella, held the dragon, and even covered with colorful canopies.

Sitting on the upper end of Yu, wearing a black dragon robe, with a flat crown, and magnificent eyes, it was the king of the Xuan Dynasty, the third-generation Xuanwang, Xuanmu Wang.

Next to Xuanmu King, there was a person sitting side by side with him, which was more powerful than Xuanmu King.

This man looks like a young man in his twenties, but his eyes are old.

Although sitting with King Xuanmu, he feels as if he is at another higher level.

Xuan Mu Wang turned his head to look at this man, and said slowly: "Please also ask Master Shu to help."

The other party did not speak, but raised his hand towards the dark altar Zongtan altar, and a beam of light was emitted like a sword of water, sweeping away like a long river towards the black cliffs and cities.

Around the glorious Zong main altar, the dim light of Dao Dao circulates, forming a huge formation, and evolving infinite darkness.

Where the darkness reached, the fire was suddenly stopped, and in turn swallowed by the darkness.

But everywhere like the sword of light, all colors seem to become pale and weak, as if facing the erosion of time, and tend to age and decay.

Light and darkness seem to have no meaning at this moment, and everything becomes a pure symbol in front of time.

An old man in white looked at the scene with a blank expression in the altar of the gloomy Sect. Above him, a black sun and a blue full moon hung high, and the dim light fell and shone on him.

The black light of the old man in white lighted up, and the surface of the white robe suddenly showed dense black spells.

He pushed forward with his palms together, the endless darkness enveloped the gloomy altar, and cut off all light.

There seems to be no more light in the world, everything returns to the original dark universe.

It was like a sword of water, and this moment was also isolated by darkness.

However, Jianguang meandered and circled around the darkness, and began to constantly wear away the protective power of the original dark floods of the Sect of the Dark Sect.

At this time, Xuanmu King also took the opportunity to command the commander of the great Xuan Dynasty strong and attack the original dark flood.

The raging fire swept through again, and with the help of sword light into the water, the darkness was dispelled.

In the dark altar of the altar, the white robe of the patriarch Zhou Haosheng has been covered with mantras, making the robe uniform black.

Darkness, like the arrival of the eternal night, has constantly resisted attacks from the outside world, but at the moment it feels difficult.

Zhou Haosheng did not look at King Xuan Mu at this time, but stared at the young man with old looks.

"Wusheng Qizhong, the early state of Xianqiao!" Zhou Haosheng said every word.

The person sitting next to King Xuanmu, Huo Ran stood up at this time, the light flashed above his head, and came down from the dragon.

He stepped out in one step and went to the top of the altar of the Dark Sect, and then stepped on it.

Between the glory of the soles of the feet, like the water sword light reappearing, the stream flowed straight down, like a waterfall, and fell towards the dark altar.