History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The demon practice is very similar to the Daomen martial arts.

Behind the white deer spirit that turned into an old man appeared behind him, Song Huang and others were faintly aware.

The old monster in front of him, refining all five kinds of immortal qi, is the realm of the heavenly monarch of the five qi dynasties.

Placed in the demon clan, it can be called Xiaosheng.

What is even more heavy-hearted is the seemingly insignificant walking stick in the old deer's hand.

Panlong cane, before the great destruction of the past, the possession treasure of Shou Xingjun in the heavenly palace is not a weapon, not into the weapons of the Xianjia weapon, but its power is more than many fairy soldiers.

When the old deer was private in the world, he stole this treasure and was later taken back to heaven by Shou Xingjun.

Now that a great destruction has passed, Bailu Jing has escaped, and this panlong cane has once again fallen into his hands.

Emperor Song Bu Zhang sighed sighingly, while the strings were fluctuating, Jian Qi no longer attacked the temple spirit, but instead vaguely pointed at the white deer.

"Don't worry about things here, how many people can go." Zhang Buxu shook his head and sighed softly.

Bailu Jing's strength is enough to suppress all people except the hall spirit on the spot.

Dian Ling Ling also sighed with him.

Now even if the temple spirit does not take action, the old god is trying to complete the ritual of heart and soul, and facing the others now, it is also extremely bad.

Zhang Buxu stepped out in one step and first greeted Bailu Jing.

It is not that he is willing to deny himself, but in the crowd, Bailu Jing wants to pick the target, and he must first pick him the only mystery.

Others do not pose a threat to the white deer spirit of Wuqi Chaoyuan.

Sure enough, Bailu Jinghe smiled, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed Zhang Buxu.

He opened his five fingers, and the power of the five elements was running, as if one side of the world was repressing toward Zhang Buxu.

Between the demon spirit and the sky, it turned out to be like the mysterious changes of the Fan Tianshu and Yushengqing Zhuan from Yuqing.

Once upon a time, the Shou Xingjun in the Heavenly Palace was also handed down by the ancestors of Tianzun Yuyuan.

This white deer spirit has a unique skill, mostly from the legend of Shou Xingjun, and then combined with his own demon law, and finally derived into the most suitable way for him.

Zhang Bu's virtual eyes were dignified, and the strings were pulsated, and the sound of the piano rumbled, orderly and substantively, and became a black sword light of Dao Dao.

Then the red light flashed on him and he walked away in the other direction.

Bailujing didn't even look at the black sword net, but still grabbed his palm.

As his palm fell, suddenly there was a sound.

It wasn't Bailujing who spoke out loudly, but a voice sounded as he moved.

The voice seemed to sing together with the heavenly Buddhas. In the void of the universe in the pagoda, all the lines of symbols illuminated and then connected to form a strip of light.

As the light band jitters, the world sounds beautiful and mysterious.

After the initial sound, Lun Yin gradually lowered.

It is not that the volume is low, but that it has become more mysterious and incomprehensible. It is exactly like the shape of an elephant, and the meaning of a loud sound.

As soon as this sound sounded, in addition to Emperor Songbu Zhang of the Xuanxian Realm, everyone else on the scene felt that their own spirit seemed to be completely empty and fell into a state of ignorance.

Nothing to think, nothing to think about, nothing to read, nothing to remember.

There is a blank, as if the whole person has been assimilated by the voice of this avenue.

The image of Promise in Yan Zhaoge's body appeared, and the thought of the soul was more relaxed, but he could still feel that his thoughts were suppressed.

He didn't change his voice, he didn't show a special color, and when he secretly observed, he saw that Tai Yihuayun, the top of his father's head, had appeared, and Yunjuan Yunshu kept changing.

Except that Yan Di was slightly better than himself, Long Xueji and He Mian all seemed dull.

The situation of Emperor Yunzheng is also slightly better, but it is a state that is sometimes sober and sometimes sluggish.

"... Dao Lun Yin!" Yan Zhaoge exhaled for a long time.

True leaks.

Qingxuan Xuanxian.

Taixu Yuanxian.

Those who are too empty, also known as Daxu, are Taoist appearances. Dao is big and quiet, which is fundamental to the world and more than creation.

The five qi dynasties in the chest can really touch the mystery of the avenue.

At this level of martial arts training, martial arts can already remove the previous word "wu" and is called monasticism.

Dao Lunyin is the most obvious feature when Yuanxian strongmen meet with people. Gao Miaoling is mysterious and unpredictable.

From the perspective of Lun Sheng, even if the level of the true immortality is not leaked, the strong man who has already pushed the immortal gate will be suppressed and assimilated, tending to the situation of ignorance.

This is not a bad thing for the warriors, it is more convenient for them to understand the martial arts theory, and it can do more with half the effort, but can encounter the unfathomable mysterious state.

However, if you are in this state when you are fighting with people, it will be no different from being slaughtered.

Emperor Song Bu, who was Xu Xuan, was not suppressed by Bai Lu Jing's Dao Lun Yin, but when the other Lun sounded, his piano sound suddenly became undetectable.

The black light sword net was grabbed by Bailujing with bare hands, and was torn hard.

Breaking through the black light sword net, the palm continued to go down and grabbed Zhang Buxu.

Zhang Buxu's ten fingers flicked, red, white, blue and black sword lights flew all over the sky.

The two sword lights are combined in twos, threes and threes, constantly changing and flying in a staggered way to perform a thrilling music.

The tone of the piano became louder again. Although it was subtle compared to the Dalu Lun sound between the hands of Bailu Jing, it was light but not scattered, always melodious, and could not be covered by the other party.

Bailu Jing appeared, and that glorious day began to gradually hide into the dark void again.

Yan Zhaoge could feel that a cold eye swept over himself.

The indignation and strong murderous intention contained in it made Yan Zhaoge doubt that the other party would not be able to stop the ritual and kill him first.

But the temple spirit didn't make a move in the end.

The Bailujing glanced at the glorious day that was about to disappear, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to have any thoughts.

But looking at Zhang Buxu in front of him, Lao Bailu's heart suddenly became restless.

With his own shot, he couldn't win the opponent for the first time, and he couldn't hold his face.

Just waiting to give Zhang Buxu some good looks, Bailujing suddenly shook both ears.

He looked up sharply, glancing around.

Seemingly seeing something, the White Deer turned to glare at the glorious day that was about to disappear, and shouted: "Who is that?"

"The enemy." Dan Dian Dian Ling said indifferently.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge can see through the Beiming avatar located on the other side of the guiding center, and there are outsiders again, breaking into the Dan Temple.

There was more than one person coming in, but the first person, as fast as lightning, passed the heavy void and entered the core area shrouded in shadow in almost a short moment.

In the intricate universe space and time in the Dan Hall, in his eyes, it is equivalent to nothing.

As he entered, the shadows covering the core areas such as Zixian Pavilion and Danku disappeared.