History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge's expectations were not bad. Luo Zhitao and others were only one step away from the injury that reached this sky wall.

But just because of this difference, they are still stuck outside the upper boundary.

The chaotic time and space overlap, it seems that there are paths everywhere, but in fact, no matter which direction, it may be very far from the destination.

Only by finding a correct path and entering the correct spatial level can we reach the place we want to go.

Just as Tong Yan Zhao Ge and Bai Ziming wanted to find Yan Fu's big world before, they also suffered a lot.

The people of the Guangming Sect, like Yan Zhaoge, also left a signpost on the upper boundary.

However, under the influence of the Netherstorm brought by the fragmentation of the Youming Emperor's mausoleum, they can distinguish the path, which is much more difficult than Yan Zhaoge, who is protected by the big Youming wheel.

Finally, Tan Jin and others who stayed in the upper boundary were contacted, and inside and outside, they tried to return with the wound of the sky wall here in Luan Xiangzhou.

As a result, the injuries to the sky wall disappeared as soon as they arrived.

Presented in front of Luo Zhitao's group is a cloud of nothingness, as if to separate the real world and the imaginary world.

They tried to enter the cloud group, but found that the cloud group was like an illusion, and it was difficult to actually touch.

The wound of the sky wall is still not found, and the path back to the upper boundary is also not found.

Although as hazy as a layer of tulle, Luo Zhitao can even see the faces of Yan Zhaoge, Mrs. Kang, Tan Jin and others in the Unreal Clouds.

Tan Jin said something loudly to him, but no voice came out, and Luo Zhitao could only tell by mouth.

Tan Jin pointed to Yan Zhaoge and said, "Here, Tian Bi's injury was right, but he was destroyed by this kid!"

Yan Zhaoge is also in the Unreal Clouds at this moment.

The whole person is like a little bug solidified by amber.

Not only him, the Beiming avatar beside him, including the Dragon Hall, also became this look. The same is true of Feng Yunsheng, Ahu, Xiao Ai, and Panpan in the main hall.

Even the collection of the Dragon Palace is deep, and the remains of some real dragons have become illusory and fuzzy, losing their actual form.

The only exception to this is the Great Youming Wheel and the Sun Seal. The two treasures are still the same as they were, suspended in the realm of illusion.

In addition to this, the several saints that Yan Zhaoge carried, as well as the Rin Sun Divine Sword that Feng Yunsheng had not yet formally completed, also lost their entities, leaving only the phantom.

Yan Zhaoge was not disturbed. When he saw Luo Zhitao and others outside the Unreal Clouds, he waved at them with a smile.

Whether they are Tan Jin and others in the cloud group, or Luo Zhitao outside the cloud group affected by the void storm, they can't help but feel more depressed.

Especially Luo Zhitao's group followed them violently and turbulently.

They are outside the cloud group, and it is even difficult to stay. At first sight, they will be swept away by turbulence again.

At this time, the turbulent flow of space here is much weaker than when the tomb of Emperor Youming was just broken.

With the passage of time, the influence of the Guangming Sect will become weaker and weaker, and eventually one day they will be able to escape from difficulties.

But Luo Zhitao, who was exhausted, saw that the door opened and closed in front of them, and patiently reached the limit.

Luo Zhitao, who had a pale face, shouted, and a golden wheel appeared in his hand.

Looking at the treasures of his own town of Guangmingzong, the sun and moon golden wheel of the top grade soldiers now has only one sun wheel, Luo Zhitao is more angry, and the person who caused all this is the Yan Zhaoge in front of him.

He urged the sun wheel to protect himself with glory, relying on its spiritual power, and forcibly attached to the unreal cloud.

The position where the cloud group is in contact with the glory of the sun wheel, the space is constantly distorted, and there is a vague tendency to return to normal.

However, after all, the Unreal Cloud remains unchanged.

On the basis of this, Luo Zhitao firmly attached himself to this volatile void realm to avoid being swept away by the chaos of time and space outside.

It is just that the other strong men of the Bright Sect have no such powerful treasures as the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, and can only be engulfed by the chaos of time and space, watching them stay away from the illusory clouds and the injuries of the sky wall.

In the void, the roars of a group of Mingzong senior masters came one after another, full of indignation and unwillingness.

Sect Master Luo Zhitao of the Ming Sect, Wu Sheng Liu Chong, seeing the cultivation of the peak of the realm in the later period of God, at this time, he could only gritt his teeth.

Yan Zhaoge in the Unreal Clouds looked at all this with a smile.

Mrs. Kang, Tan Jin and others intentionally shot, but found their state in front of them, helpless.

Everyone is in the cloud, and at a time they can only look at each other, big eyes squinting, no one can help each other.

Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng, who were protected by Mrs. Kang, were both amazed: "What the hell is going on?"

Mrs. Kang's eyes gradually calmed down, and after a moment of contemplation, she said: "Everything in the world has yin and yang, and there are also virtual and real. The damage of the sky wall changes, and this space has become the general existence of nothingness and illusion.

Kang Jinyuan's eyes widened: "How could this be?"

"There was a problem with the sacrifice ceremony that Yan Zhaoge had just urged. At the last moment, there was a change. Not only sacrificed the dragon corpse, but also sacrificed this void." Madam Kang also showed an unbelievable expression on his face: "This sacrifice , I originally thought it was a blood demon sacrifice, but then it became a magic demon sacrifice. "

"This is the legendary magic path before the Great Destruction, and it was extremely uncommon before the Great Destruction. How could this Yan Zhaoge know?"

Mrs. Kang breathed a sigh of relief: "I still underestimated him! Can you know so much Missing, is he really a descendant of Sun Yat-sen?"

Kang Jinyuan said bitterly: "This fellow is too cunning to break the corpses of thousands of corpses, it is hard to dispel the hate of the heart!"

Mrs. Kang looked at him angrily: "You still said, I told you all, don't intervene, you have to sacrifice the bleeding curse and the empty cone, but you have completed him."

"I didn't sacrifice the bleeding curse and the empty cone at that time. You mother will be besieged by him and Guangmingzong's miscellaneous debris." Kang Jinyuan said with a voice against his neck.

Then he lowered his voice a little: "Who knows that this man is so cunning and treacherous ..."

Mrs. Kang looked annoyed, Kang Maosheng said at this time: "He should just be guided by the situation and try to find himself as convenient as possible. In fact, his situation is also unfavorable. Now the situation is the same as ours before he faces the bloody vortex and has to resist.

"Although I don't know what he will do to come to Tianbi's injury, he can't do it now, and he is stuck here with us."

Kang Maosheng looked around: "The time is long, other elders will come to us, and the Guangming Sect may also come. On the contrary, this Yan Zhaoge, with or without support, has to say two things. Opportunities are greater. "

"You don't have to wait for nothing." Mrs. Kang said: "Here, we may not be able to trap us for too long, and see who gets rid of it first!"

In her double pupils, the light flashed, where the light touched, surrounded by illusory clouds.

Time seems to go backwards, illusory realm, vaguely retreating back to the previous signs.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry. This is a good place to practice. I will accompany me to practice here."