History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge glanced at the three-footed man, then turned around and returned to the front entrance of Zong Yuanguan.

"Predecessors planted trees and descended people to cool off. I don't know which senior's fortress, Yan Zhaoge offended."

Yan Zhaoge pushed the door in and walked into the view. I saw an ancient tree. Although it was not huge, it was old, and the branches and leaves were already sparse.

Although still a little green, the tree trunk is already hollow.

"Zu Mulberry." Yan Zhaoge nodded slowly.

This is a heterogeneous spirit tree, the leaves have fragrant fragrance, and the martial arts sit under the tree to practice, which is convenient for keeping spirits and nourishing spirit.

Yan Zhaoge once heard Mu Jun mention that the tree is still multiplying and growing in the upper realm.

However, in the eyes of this ancestral mulberry tree, Yan Zhaoge roughly judged that the age of the tree is probably more than ten thousand years old.

The time velocity of this cave house is much slower than the upper boundary.

Calculated in this way, this ancestral mulberry tree may have been born before the great destruction.

Well, this Yuanguan Cave Mansion had existed before it was destroyed.

I just don't know if his owner died because of the great destruction, or because of other reasons.

Yan Zhaoge, A Hu, and Pan Pan entered the Taoist Temple, but they did not see the shrine statues of the Sanqing Patriarchs, but were empty.

As they entered, the hall space in front of them immediately produced changes.

Suddenly, the yellow sand in the hall lifted up, covering the world.

This is a real world, and it can evolve everything.

The original owner has long been away, even after many years, but still can produce all kinds of wonders, it is breathtaking.

The sandstorm of yellow color, the fierceness, is not inferior to the black demon in the previous barren sea.

The grains of gravel are as bright as spar.

But a random one is enough to penetrate the fleshy body of the Wusheng strong.

A sandstorm hits and can sifter people.

Among the horrors, if Yan Zhaoge's strength is not resisted, it will not be better if he stands up to his body.

"Master, the original owner of this place, cultivated to the state during his lifetime. I am afraid that it is extremely high, and I don't know where it is coming from?" A Hu fang grinned.

Yan Zhaoge reveals the swallowing box of the sky, and shoots the sword box, the mouth of the box opens, and the ancient bronze sword flashing black light rises from it.

The evil sword gluttonously started, Yan Zhaoge sword tactics cited, the fierce black light suddenly turned into a black hole, swallowing the yellow sand in front of him.

The yellow sands come from all directions, mixed with strong wind, cutting through the void and resisting the suction of the black hole.

Although part of the sand was swallowed by black holes, there were also many who crossed the black sword light and still attacked Yan Zhaoge and his party.

Yan Zhaoge's face did not change color, and there was a tremendous golden light above his head.

The sun was imprinted, suspended above the sky, and the golden light hung down, blocking the remaining sand.

In the Yan Zhao singer, the evil sword is gluttonously swayed, and the fierce black sword light defends against.

The immortal sword's intent, which shattered everything, merged into it after the change, making the evil sword's gluttonous edge more fierce, cutting through the sand and opening the way.

Yan Zhaoge took another step forward and said, "If my expectations are not bad, the previous owner of this cave house is at least a strong man who has pushed the gate of Xianmen. The specific level of strength is not easy to say."

If this were not the case, it would be impossible for so many years to pass, and under the erosion of time, the law-enforcing prohibition here can still have such a strong effect.

Ahu suddenly looked down: "Master, will there be fairy soldiers like the tomb of Emperor Ming?"

Yan Zhaoge drove forward and replied casually: "It's unlikely that the original owner didn't die here. Instead, he never saw him back after leaving. It was falling and falling out."

"Normally, the most important carry-on babies are mostly carry-on."

It seems that the situation where the black ancestors refined the evil sword gluttons is accidental and very rare.

A Hu scratched her head: "That son, if you want to come here to find Taiqing's descendants, do you not have much hope?"

Yan Zhaoge said: "But otherwise, look at the appearance outside the courtyard. There is more than one person living here. The original owner should have a disciple who wants to teach. If they can find their residence, they may have gains."

"That's true." Ahu nodded, looking at the yellow sand that was gradually cleared by Yan Zhaoge, and couldn't help grining: "Son, you opened the passage, and it will be much more convenient for the people from the Three Foot Mountain to come in later."

Yan Zhaoge said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, let them come, the shortcut is not necessarily the first to be able to live, if you want to do a game, it's just a matter of your own ability, not my opponent, because I'm convenient so what?"

As he said, the wind and sand suddenly disappeared.

But there was a weird big river, which appeared in front of us, and the river was rushing towards us, rushing towards Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge kept walking, still protecting himself with the glory of the sun, and then the evil sword gluttonously defended the attack, and the sword light was everywhere, swallowing the river.

However, the river in front of me is obviously extraordinary.

Yan Zhaoge felt a bit heavy with the evil sword in his hands.

Moreover, heavier and heavier!

"Shenhe River?" Yan Zhaoge suddenly.

It is said that there was a river named Shenhe before the great destruction. As the name implies, the river is extremely heavy.

The land can't bear it, it just flows and crumbles underground.

Before the Great Destruction, there was an old saying: "There is a Milky Way in the sky, and Shenhe in the ground."

This is the water of the Shen River.

The original owner of Zong Yuanguan apparently used his own supernatural powers to intercept a small stretch of water from the Shen River and moved it to Dongfu.

"Although I can't help me, but it takes some effort." Yan Zhaoge sucked his lips, and the evil sword in his hands converged, gradually condensing to a point.

That point has become unprecedentedly heavy, even heavier than the water of the Shen River!

On the tip of the black sword, there was a trace of white awn.

This time, the fierce sword intention, combined with the magic sword sword intention, forcibly cut through the river blocked by Yan Zhaoge, allowing him to continue to advance.

However, as a result, Yan Zhaoge's speed was much slower.

After he cut through the river in front of him, his vision changed again, but he gave birth to a golden flame.

These golden flames looked extraordinarily quiet, without any sense of tyrannical agitation, but like blossoming golden lotus flowers.

"Miaohuo Jinlian." Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly, and kept moving, moving on.

As soon as he approached, the originally seemingly quiet Jinlian burst into a boundless golden flame and would engulf Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge punched forward with a punch, the sun mark above his head no longer played the role of body protection, but bombarded against the golden flame with strong force.

The golden fire burst and could not hurt the sun seal, most of them were broken by the sun seal, but there was still an afterthought, and still struck Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge at this time the evil sword gluttons turned to take care of it, the black sword light devoured everything, and devoured the golden firelight that participated.

He walked forward, breaking through the blossoming fire lilies.

Walking halfway, my heart suddenly moved.

Yan Zhaoge turned around and looked back. Sure enough, he saw golden sunlight flashing behind.

A three-legged golden black came into sight.