History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he opened his eyes and looked at Yang Jian, asking, "Brother Dao knows that Master Xuandu had received a letter from Emperor Ziwei? Or someone else's letter?"

"There is a letter." Yang Jian said with admiration, nodded and answered, "Uncle Xuandu asked the old prince, the old prince was undecided, so Uncle Xuandu took care of it himself."

"Ultimately, Uncle Xuandu went to the Heavenly Palace and his party, but the road was blocked by the ancient Buddha who burned the lantern."

Yan Zhaoge heard the words and looked up slightly.

After a while of the god, he smiled bitterly on his face: "Listening to Brother Dao you say this, it's really too shocking the spirit of people."

The old man's mind could not be guessed, and it was too uncertain to rely on it.

"For other people besides Daomen of my generation, it is equally difficult to figure out the mind of the old man." Yang Jian smiled slightly: "If not, his old man will not shoot in the Middle Ages."

"The so-called Dao Xin is unpredictable, inaction and omnipotence. It is not uncommon to do anything. It was a decision before, and it was normal to change the idea immediately afterwards. It is also normal to use ordinary people's ethics and thinking habits to require such existence. An absurdity. "

Yang Jian smiled and sighed: "Boldly, it's not impossible that the old gentleman suddenly shot his own hands and wiped out the gates of the three generations of Taoism. It's not impossible. There is no reason why, perhaps because his old man was born like that at that time. I just did that, and there is no reason to speak. The reason in our eyes is useless to the old man. "

"Still being constrained by the truth of this world, what is it called detachment?"

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng were silent.

What Yang Jian just said is naturally a very extreme assumption, but it is not impossible.

In some ways, this assumption is as likely as the old monarch to fight hard with other Dao ancestors in order to protect the Daomen.

"It's not that our truth is useless." Yan Zhaoge added: "It may be useless or useful."

Whether or not to follow the common sense and logic of this world is up to the Laojun himself.

Perhaps in the eyes of him a moment ago, the spirits of this world, regardless of the authentic Daomen or Xianting Wai Dao, or the Buddhism demon clan, or even the Nine Nether Devil, are all equal, no difference.

Maybe at the next moment, he will protect the calf so much that he will actively participate in the game with other Dao ancestors in order to care for the Taoist descendants.

Even, it is not impossible for him to help Xianting to suppress the Daomen's authentic descendants.

Of course, most of the time, Laojun's reaction to this world is unheeded.

However, to everyone's frustration, I can't guess when the old man was thinking. There are no rules at all. Only when he really shoots can he be accurate.

And a Daotian who is able to make a shot is likely to be full of deep meaning. At that time, it was difficult to see his true thoughts.

The reason why other forces are not right to kill the authentic Daomen is here.

Maybe when others started, the old man would n’t even bother to listen.

But many years later, at any given time, the old man suddenly turned up without warning, looking for revenge.

In terms of strength, Laojun is equivalent to the Taiqing moral ancestor before he surpassed it, which is enough to make other Taoist ancestors fearful.

There were only a few Taoist ancestors. In the battle between them, the old gentleman suddenly joined, enough to affect the balance of the battle.

What is even more daunting is that no one can guarantee whether the old man represents the will of the detached Sanqing Patriarch.

The ancestors of Sanqing who have been detached are like old monarchs and difficult to figure out.

Perhaps the projection of the old monarch is extinct, and the Sanqing Patriarchs did not care about it.

But it may also cause Sanqing Patriarch to return to the world.

That is not something that anyone would like to see.

Feng Yunsheng murmured: "After all, even the detached Rulai Buddha and the Empress Wang also return, and the result is still two to three."

Unfortunately, the authenticity of Daomen does not guarantee that it will be completely covered.

It may even be affected.

"This is very painful ..." Yan Zhaoge raised his forehead and smiled bitterly: "However, think a little optimistically, and Wuliang Tianzun must have been uneasy in the past years.

I took a chance and succeeded.

But who knows when Laojun suddenly looked for the bill?

Of course, there may be surprises, for example, Laojun helps Xianting instead.

But in this way, either great sorrow or great joy, but sad sorrow is not the final word, and I do n’t know when it will come, or whether it will come, I am afraid that few people will like it.

At least Yan Zhaoge didn't like it very much.

"This is the status quo before my generation." Yang Jian smiled with a smile: "Dissatisfaction or complaining is useless. How to guide the situation and let the situation develop in the direction of our benefit is the key."

He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I've been recuperating in the palace all these years, even if the old man doesn't listen to me, I have benefited."

"It's natural." Yan Zhaoge smiled the same: "The so-called if, it's only if at present, and in fact, my generation of Daomen's authenticity has survived to this day and there is gradually a revival. It is still related to other people who are afraid of the old man."

The smile on his face faded away: "It's just that I don't stay here."

"The matter of the ancient sword of immortality, let's be a little restless first." Yang Jian stood up at this time: "I will reply to you later."

Having said that, he handed a fulu to Yan Zhaoge.

The Baohu written on the Fulu belongs to the Emperor of the Earth.

Yan Zhaoge received Fu Mi, received it solemnly, and then arched his hand to Yang Jian: "Brother Luo Dao."

"It's been a long time, and today's talk, so far, we will have a date." Yang Jian nodded to Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.

His figure gradually disappeared, and the splendid galaxy in front of him began to collapse.

The faint light reappeared, coming from afar, as if the boundaries of the universe were shrinking, replacing the galaxy universe and manifesting one side of the world.

The power and artistic conception of the emperor of the later emperor reappeared, and the warm and heavy feeling enveloped Yan Zhaoge and the two again.

"The two will meet again." Hou Tu Niang's voice sounded, and then went away, the dim world collapsed.

The two Yan Zhaoge returned to the real endless void outside the realm.

Yang Jian turned into a land emperor and traveled far beyond the void.

After a long journey, he once again united with the same star, waiting quietly.

I don't know how long after that, inside the stars, an old man suddenly appeared, wearing a fishtail crown, wearing a red robe, with a strange appearance and long whiskers.

In front of the old man, there appeared a woman of grace and grace, gentle and heavy, like the mother of the earth.

"Houtu Daoyou is still alive, and I am also happy." The old man in red robe smiled.

The woman in the Chinese dress said lightly: "Thanks to the help of the Dao brothers of the Xuandu, Rong Wu took care of his wounds in the palace, otherwise I might not be able to live to see Daojun now."