History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Faced with the vortex that swallowed everything, Yan Zhaoge not only did not dodge, but rushed in quickly.

There was a sudden darkness in his eyes, and he fell into darkness again in the spiritual world. At the next moment, his eyes light up.

An ancient bronze sword appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge, floating quietly in the void, flashing a faint luster.

The bronze sword seemed peaceful and peaceful, but Yan Zhaoge could feel the brutality hidden in it.

The blood in the blood pool outside is constantly breeding this sword.

Yan Zhaoge felt the strength of his power and raised his eyebrows: "... a top grade soldier!"

Precisely speaking, one is being sacrificed and is about to be completed.

Unlike the big Yuming wheel, which is just an embryo, the bronze sword in front of him is only half a step away from completion.

In the analogy of ordinary iron-making, even quenching and grinding are over, and only the final strike is left.

Although it hasn't been completed yet, the breath of power and fierceness have been shocking.

Yan Zhaoge is almost certain that if this sword is successful, it is also a top-grade saint, and it will certainly surpass the weapons of Xuanwang Gun and Yunzhuan Tianguang Sword, and its quality will be extremely superior.

"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge's heart was slightly awe-inspiring, and a pair of eyes appeared in his conscious world.

A pair of dark eyes, quiet and quiet, looked at Yan Zhaoge.

These eyes are very similar to the black eyes that Yan Zhaoge had previously seen in the floor-eating furnace.

However, it is more flexible.

The dark eyes in the bite furnace are more like the spiritual knowledge of the bite furnace than the original master's martial arts.

And now the eyes of Yan Zhaoge are like real human eyes.

In the dark void, based on the eyes, a faint figure gradually emerged.

Yan Zhaoge looked at each other, but he was a dark-haired old man wearing a Jin robe.

The two eyes of the other party are quiet and deep, and their eyes seem to pass through the ages, and they stare at Yan Zhaoge.

After the old man's figure became prominent, the ancient bronze sword suspended in the void was placed across his knee.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at it, and knew that the old man was not a real person, but was dead. The light and shadow in the mind space were the legacy of his martial thought.

If the other party is still alive, the practice of refining the high-grade sage soldiers with his own ability, the idea of ​​martial art remaining here to see Yan Zhaoge is the same as his real person witnessing the arrival of Yan Zhaoge.

But looking at what it is now, it is clear that most of the original masters who swallowed the sword box and the bite furnace were no longer alive.

"Senior, bother." Yan Zhaoge arched his hand to the other party.

The old man with black hair did not respond, but his eyes looked softer towards Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge stepped forward, approaching the old man Tong Gujian, and suddenly, a little chill rose in his heart.

As if having another pair of eyes, staring at him, it was terrifying, making people feel cold all over.

This feeling is exactly the same as when he was just coming in at the gate of the underwater palace.

Yan Zhaoge set his mind and focused his eyes on the ancient bronze sword lying on the knee of the old man.

This time, Yan Zhaoge can be fully affirmed that the fierce gaze full of coldness and evil thoughts originated from the seemingly quiet and harmless ancient bronze sword.

At this moment, when Yan Zhaoge's eyes fell on the ancient bronze sword again, his vision suddenly changed.

The surface of the ancient bronze sword's body is reflected.

A fierce beast, a sheep with a human face, eyes under the armpits, and tiger-toothed claws.

Yan Zhaoge even heard a cry like a baby crying.

Listening to the cry and looking at the fierce beast, Yan Zhaoge sighed for a long time: "It turns out so ... gluttonous!"

This fierce beast is a famous monstrous demon, and can be called gluttonous together with Kunpeng and Phoenix.

No wonder there is such a powerful and greedy power conception.

In contact with the real world outside, under the palace under the sea, the place like the belly of a giant beast, and the huge blood pool, Yan Zhaoge fully understood.

The old man with black hair in Jinpao, who built the sword-swallowing box and the bite-stove furnace, was for the purpose of refining a sword of the highest level.

One of the core materials of his sword refining, but after beheading an extremely powerful glutton, took his demon soul spirit and sealed it into the sword body.

Everything in the real world outside is actually the body of the gluttonous man who died after he died.

The blood pool where the Heaven Sword Box is swallowed is the heart of gluttony.

The original master's secret method continuously extracts the gluttonous essence of his own blood to sacrifice this sword.

Yan Zhaoge sucked his lips and said: "It's not a waste at all, this gluttonous remnant soul should still have spirituality, and I want to hold back to the extreme depression, and I am so angry that I am alive."

After being killed, the demon soul was enclosed in the sword, and he had to watch his own decayed body used for refining the sword, refining his own soul.

Whoever changed, I'm afraid they were all angry and mad, and they were so angry that they ascended into heaven and two became out of luck.

But it is a pity that the old man wanted this gluttonous remnant soul to produce such emotions, constantly backlogging and brewing, so as to make this sword become more powerful.

Do n’t think about it if it ’s really dead.

The old man looked at this serene and serene, kind-hearted and good-looking, but the fierce and fierce means, it can be seen from this.

"However, the sword cultivator died in another place." Yan Zhaoge shook his head. "It's hard to say whether it's winning or losing."

The old man died, but the magical instruments of this place still work slowly. Now, I see that the ancient bronze sword has tended to be completely sacrificed.

The predecessors planted trees and the descendants took the cool, Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, and his mind withdrew from his space of thought.

Seeing the martial arts thoughts left by the old man, Yan Zhaoge came into contact with the Tianjian sword box at this moment, and the Tianjian sword box suddenly became more stable.

It is only a matter of time before it is refined.

Beiming's avatar supported the earthen furnace with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the front of the Swallowing Sword Box.

This process does not affect the continued forging of the ancient bronze sword in the swallowing sword box.

And Yan Zhaoge himself sat on the top of the Swallow Sword Box.

The flow of light in the blood pool began to spread to Yan Zhaoge himself.

The stream of light was entangled, and various tangled spiritual powers poured into Yan Zhaoge.

Or hot, or cold, or sharp, or stagnation ... all kinds of feelings, different.

Such confusing spiritual power poured into a warrior body at the same time, enough to make his meridians twisted and torn, inch by inch.

Even many of Wu Shengqiang who cultivated higher than Yan Zhaoge did not dare to make such a risky attempt.

However, Yan Zhaoge has a Promise Heavenly Book, and everything is invisible, but he is not to mention.

On the contrary, such chaotic spiritual power, although confusing, but constantly sorting and refining them, allows Yan Zhaoge to enhance the accumulation of his true yuan while deducing all kinds of spiritual changes.

This is more powerful and pure than the real dragon essence. In this respect, it has more advantages.

While Yan Zhaoge is running the Promise Heavenly Script, he is also trying to figure out the method of the Yinyang Heavenly Script.

The power of the sun and the power of Shaoyin in the body are constantly transformed into the power of Taiyin and Shaoyang.

With the continuous derivation of the four images of Yin and Yang, Yan Zhaoge can clearly feel that his own soul is shaking.

The true meaning of his own martial arts began to be transformed into runes, engraved on his own soul.