History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The infinite Tianzun and the future Buddha, Xianting and Bailian Pure Land, and even bringing the West Heavenly Bliss Pure Land and the demon clan have been fighting to this day. Naturally, this is what Yan Zhaoge and others like to see.

But as Bai Tao said earlier, it is difficult to predict when the war will subside.

"Do your own things first." Yan Zhaoge exhaled softly and said to Cao Jie: "It's hard to get over the delay of the seniors for a long time. Today is a day when all the same people share the same feelings with their predecessors."

Cao Jie shook his head: "No problem."

Although he said so, Yan Zhaoge ended the conversation, and Cao Jie and others got up and walked out to meet other guests.

Yan Zhaoge naturally did not show up at this moment, leaving the stage to Cao Jie.

Gao Xuebo's feet slowed down slowly, and Tong Yan Zhao Ge said: "My mother and father have already passed the customs a few days ago. If the sword sacrifice has a result, you can start at any time."

Yan Zhaoge nodded and asked, "What's the situation with Sister Yu? I haven't been able to go to Bi Youtian these days."

"Not yet awake." Gao Xuebo sighed: "The initial injury was too heavy, and the destruction of the Yuanjing and the killing were certainly sharp, but under the current circumstances of Ye'er, it had the opposite effect and was not conducive to recovery. "

Yan Zhaoge also sighed softly, and the truth is clear.

However, no matter how difficult the situation is, it will not be worse than when it was true when the rain was won.

After comforting Gao Xuebo for two sentences, Yan Zhaoge stopped and watched them leave, then sat back in his chair and closed his eyes to recuperate.

With Yan Zhaoge's eyes closed, the originally bright clean room suddenly became dark, hazy, and the time and space were blurred, as if in chaos.

In this blurry scene, Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes after closing his eyes for a moment.

As he opened his eyes, the room did not become bright, just as if a little light had lighted up.

This light, like a candlelight in the dark night, looked extremely dim and wobbled, as if it might go out at any time.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes are deep, and after a long time, he raises his eyebrows: "... Here comes out of nowhere, there is nothing valuable, need a dotted line index."

Yuan Shi Tian Shu, Yuan Tian Shu, the head of the three congenital books, Yan Zhaoge has begun to practice in these years.

The other nine volumes of the Heavenly Books are all in one, and the Promise Heavenly Books called Yan Zhaoge have also made great progress.

For Yuan Tianshu, the more he tries to figure out his mood, the more Yan Zhaoge feels that there seems to be an invisible ceiling above his head, getting closer and closer to himself.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the effect of Yuantianshu, but Yuantianshu is not a panacea. When the level of practitioners is higher, the feelings in this area are often more obvious.

Otherwise, the cloud neutrons of the Daluo Tianxian Realm would not fall.

The higher the level of the practitioner, the more clearly it is to see the existence lower than yourself. It seems that there is no secret. The past has a panoramic view. The future may be complicated but relatively clear.

But for high-level people, there are naturally few valuable things.

For example, Yan Zhaoge is now concerned about the existence of Zhuxian Ancient Sword and Peerless Ancient Sword, and it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to find them.

Yuan Tianshu is based on the traces of even a little bit, and traces the traces, and constantly expands, so that everything is nothing to escape.

The existence of Zhuxian Sijian will exterminate the traces left in time and space.

"If you don't take Yuan Tianshu as your foundation, the effect is still much worse." Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

The darkness in the clean room gradually faded away, and all the scenes were displayed and restored to their original state.

Time flows quietly, Yan Zhaoge's state of mind is peaceful, and his eyes are closed to recuperate until he feels the hustle and bustle of the outside world, and gradually fades away.

In a few moments, Cao Jie and others returned to the clean room.

Bai Tao and Liu Zhenggu departed first, and went back to Xizhou and Beizhou respectively. Others later followed Yan Zhaoge and returned to Tiantian, Guangxi, and Tiancheng Mountains.

After the ceremony was over, Cao Jie led the way and Yan Zhaoge went to the ruins of the Taoist Tianzun dojo that had been moved back by the Jinting Mountain patriarch.

The ruins have already merged with the Jinting Mountain itself, which is the corner of the cave, and it seems that there is nothing surprising.

But in Yan Zhaoge's double pupils, there was a gleam of emerald green.

In his mind, a scene different from the real world in front of him appeared.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge felt as if he had jumped out of the river of time and turned against the current.

Sparkling in front of my eyes, pictures are passing by quickly. Time seems to be going back at this moment, bringing Yan Zhaoge to the time when it was destroyed.

Among the landscape changes, appearing in Yan Zhaoge's field of vision is a beautiful mountain of beauty.

"Jinting Mountain Jade House Cave ..." Yan Zhaoge knew in his heart, knowing that this was before the Daodong Cave House of Daoxing Tianzun was not destroyed.

But soon, the big shatter called Yan Zhaoge was always in mind, and he came.

The angle of view is completely different from the original bookstore in the Tianting Jingu Shrine, which is even more tragic.

The sky shattered like porcelain, and suddenly it turned into dusty ground.

During the turbulence, it seemed not bloody, but thousands of creatures had withered together.

There seemed to be a flash of glory in time and space, so that Yan Zhaoge could not see it.

Not only that, those Guanghuali, as if there were more than one line of sight looking back at Xiang Yan Zhaoge, looking at him outside, looking back in time.

"Daro ..." Yan Zhaoge was not surprised, nor forced to take back his sight, but just browse as many changes as possible at Yuting Cave in Jinting Mountain.

You can't see the specific passage, you can't see the battle scene, you can't see who the destroyer is, you can't see the Daoxing Tianzun, and you can't see the ancient fairy sword.

But the famed Xianshan blessed land, Zhong Yu Lingxiu the first moment, has turned into ruins the next moment.

Under the catastrophe that swept through the world, even the ruins gradually disintegrated and shattered into pieces.

Those unpredictable brilliances have disappeared, and there is nothing left in front of Yan Zhaoge.

The ruinous scene spread towards the distance.

Yan Zhaoge no longer paid attention to these, but focused on the broken ruins.

Pieces of debris were thrown into the distance, Yan Zhaoge also felt like he was on one of the pieces, and he continued to go away with the fragments of ruins.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flickered, staring closely at some of the remains of the remains until the light shook in front of his eyes, as if sinking back into the river of time.

When consciousness returns, Yan Zhaoge closes his eyes, and then opens it again, the green radiance in his pupils disappears.

"How?" Cao Jie and others immediately asked.

"I can't see the Daoxing Patriarch and the ancient fairy sword itself, but ..." Yan Zhaoge paused and said: "... Daoxing Patriarch is very likely. Like Yuding Patriarch, it fell down due to the great destruction."

"The harvest is still a little bit, and it can't directly guide us to find the ancient sword of immortality, but if you can find a few places, maybe you can have the relics of the patriarch Daoxing, help me to sacrifice the sword and use the secret method, with the help of the two swords of killing and immortal Come and find the ancient sword. "

Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "First try to see if you can find the ancient sword of Zhuxian. If there is a clue, look at the relics of Daoxing Tianzun.