History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The gray robe Taoist said in his heart, the moment Yan Zhaoge shot, he was more surprised than angry.

Surprised, inexplicably.

Even if the other party is also aiming at Suo Mingzhang, is Suo Mingzhang, a half-human half-dragon, the Kunpeng family so important?

After being surprised, it was anger.

A small demon king is a little bit, dare to take the initiative to himself?

Who gave him the courage?

I am indeed a dragon, not a real dragon, but that is also the pinnacle of the demon king, which can be achieved by only one step.

The talents of the Kunpeng family are no longer strong, and the inheritance is no longer strong enough to allow opponents to cross such a large gap.

The demon king nine heavy to the demon king ten heavy, or Wu Sheng nine heavy to Wu Sheng ten major consummation, the gap, one step away, is almost heavenly.

Ten demon kings and nine strong realm siege together, they could not help him.

Not to mention Kunpeng, who only has the realm of the demon king eightfold?

"What a courage!" The gray robe Taoist felt that he had been despised and humiliated.

Because in his view, the little Kunpeng's reliance in front of him is that the other side is pure blood Kunpeng, and he is a mixed blood dragon clan.

The gray robe Daoist sneered again and again, and he swung out with one paw, grabbing Yan Zhaoge!

"Xiao Kunpeng, you forgot, although I am a dragon, but as long as I pass the Xianfan Tribulation, it will become a real dragon!"

Like the strong man with potential, the real dragon family will also value and give support.

Otherwise, he will not be sent to Yanlong Realm.

If he had a conflict with the innate dragon clan, it would inevitably suffer if he was raised as a stepmother.

But the battle with other foreign races, how can the Dragon Race support him!

The face of the gray-robed Daoist became cruel, almost disappeared, and the shape of a dragon head skull appeared.

But he was stunned again soon.

I saw the light in the opponent's palm.

Then, the other palm extends from it!

The breath on the palm made the grey robe Taoist strange: "This ... is it human blood?"

He secretly felt bad in his heart and wanted to pull back.

But how could the palm of his hand stick out of the light let him run away?

Grab the grey robe Taoist's clawed dragon claws in the palm of your hand, and then drag him into the glory!

Behind the Beiming avatar, the wings spread out, and the figure also changed, gradually becoming the real Kunpeng look.

The vigorous big demon qi and blood scattered, to a certain extent, masked the breath of Yan Zhaoge's deity.

The gray robe Taoist only had time to issue a cry of exclamation, and was already dragged into Yan Ming's palm light by Bei Zhaoming.

Beiming cloned a fist, the light naturally disappeared.

The gray robe Taoist was dizzy and dilated, and his vision changed, turning into a heavy light curtain and entering an unstable independent space.

Lord Yan Zhaoge stood in this space and looked at him with a smile.

"Is there still a person who does not see God, Wu Sheng Jiuzhong's human race? But how does it feel so terrible?" The gray robe Taoist was still uncertain, still trying to free Yan Zhaoge's palm.

Fang Caiyan Zhao Ge shocked him with the power of dragging him into this space.

At this moment, he did not care about anger and shame, nor did he plan to attack Yan Zhaoge, he just wanted to leave this space first.

But Yan Zhaoge's palm seemed to be wrapped around the gray robe Taoist's wrist, no matter how hard the gray robe Taoist struggled to break free, he remained motionless.

"Has Kunpeng collaborated with the human race? What do they want to do?" The gray robe Taoist saw that he couldn't break free, and he simply bent his heart, but he was fiercely clawed and grabbed Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge's other left hand was behind his back, and he didn't mean to resist.

He grabbed the gray robe Taoist's right hand and shuddered.

The gray robe Taoist's entire body was carried into the air by Yan Zhaoge and was top-heavy.

Singer Yan Zhao shook, and his strength shook his bones as if his bones were falling apart.

Between the shaking, the gray robe Taoist lost his human form, and the gray smoke rolled directly into the original form of Jiaolong.

The huge body was shrunk to a grass rope under the palm of Yan Zhao singer.

Yan Zhaoge's right hand fluttered in the air, directly shaking the gray dragon's body full of blood and blood, the bones were disconnected and became soft like a dead snake.

He then slowly stretched out his left hand, pinched the grey jiao neck from the other end, and smiled and asked: "Okay, now we can talk well."

"Why are you here? What has the owner left here?"

Gray Jiao rolled his eyes and looked at the space where the light was swaying in front of him, despair in his heart.

Being here, no one knows if he is dead.

At least, it is impossible to immediately notice that by the time the strong man of his own family finds out, Yan Zhaoge has already run away.

"I am only ordered to act, that is, ordered to look to see if the owner of this place has left something." Gray Jiao replied helplessly: "I have not found it yet, nor do I know whether it is really there, but there are really no other clues, so only Come again and try your luck. "

"Why not come sooner or later, come lately?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

The gray jelly replied: "The owner of this place, whereabouts are hard to find, I heard that finally appeared again a while ago, but still haunted, so the family told me to come and see."

"The owner of this place has been here for thousands of years and only came back about a thousand years ago. It should not be without reason, so the family always suspects that he has left something."

Yan Zhaoge asked the time carefully and then roughly estimated the time.

Huo Yao confuses Supreme Venerable, and the time when he first left the Yanlong Realm is not far from the time when he was rumored to appear in the Daomen universe.

In other words, it turned out that he never returned after leaving, and did not return once until a thousand years ago, and then quickly left again.

This way of calculation, and indeed how to look, seems to come back for something deliberately.

So, what is it?

No wonder everyone cares about Yanlong Realm here.

Yan Zhaoge temporarily dispelled the blood of this gray dragon, and then suppressed him with the sun seal, and gave it to Panpan to deal with it.

It is up to Panpan to decide whether to eat dinner or play.

The Beiming avatar fell at this time, came to the valley, looked around, and looked around.

"Huo Yao confuses Supreme Master's cultivation as strength, and it is difficult for others to find something to hide, but it is not ruled out that there may be the top big demon strong come here to investigate." Yan Zhaoge said in heart: "If so, why Didn't get anything? "

Beiming avatar strolled in the valley, walking and walking, and saw a huge burial mound standing in front.

With a slight movement in his heart, he stepped forward and saw two names engraved on the tombstone.

"Huo Yao confuses Venerable Parents' burial place?"

There is no special prohibition and protection for the burial mound. Some simple care to prevent wind and sun is still arranged by the fat relics that occupy the Yanlong Realm.

However, no one had an idea to fight the grave.

Take the gray jelly as an example, its eyesight is enough to see through the ground, whether there is any hidden hidden at a glance.

If the grave is broken, it will undoubtedly be a life-and-death feud, which is too worthwhile.

Yan Zhaoge also felt that, according to the rumored temperament, Huoyao Ying confuses Supreme Master that he should not use his parents' graves to hide things.

He turned to look at the other side, where there was a grass hut.