History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Looking at a field in front of him like a cloud of mist, Yan Zhaoge stepped into it without hesitation.

This cloud-like existence seems to be vast and boundless, but in fact, it is misty and changeable, and it will collapse a little between the moments, flowing in different spaces at different times, and then changing its traces with little attention.

Even if Muzha was arrested, Yan Zhaoge didn't want to continue to waste time with a solid clue.

Although most of the people in this great barren Yuan Mansion are powerful, it is difficult to guarantee that there should be no worries when Longtu enters.

To say something unpleasant, in the ancient times it was not uncommon for people in the Daomen to infight. It was only after a great breach that the survivors were united to survive the crisis.

He and Muzha's guesses about Nezha and Taiyi real people are still inaccurate. After all, who knows who is in Dahuangyuan Mansion?

Entering the misty cloud over there, with Yan Zhaoge's strong consciousness, the perception distance is also greatly shortened.

The arrogant and chaotic atmosphere is everywhere, which seriously affects people's perception and judgment.

On the wonderful changes in time and space, this place is not as vortex-like as the original nebula, extending in all directions.

But the reckless breath here has a better cover effect on the people hiding in it.

While walking and searching, Yan Zhaoge felt faintly that someone seemed to be spying on him in the clouds.

"Daomen disciple Yan Zhaoge, came here specifically to find Yinglongtu, a disciple of the same discipline. I don't know which senior senior of Daomen opened the house here, and I hope to see each other."

His voice was calm and calm, spreading far away.

There was no response from the other party, but no other actions.

As far as Yan Zhaoge knows, when Muzha and others just came in, they were immediately squeezed out by the masters of this place, controlling the arrogant cloud and mist.

In contrast, my current treatment seems to be much stronger.

However, Yan Zhaoge was somewhat disappointed. If the other party started, he could use this to search for his specific location.

Now only I am looking for it slowly.

"I was observing me quietly ..." Yan Zhaoge thought: "Still, he is really inconvenient. It was already a huge burden to drive away Muzha and others before. Now I have no spare time to continue to do it."

While whispering, Yan Zhaoge searched for it.

Although Dahuang Yuanfu's ability to hide and cover is very strong, Yan Zhaoge urges Yuan Tianshu's mystery and finds Ying Longtu with all his heart. Now this step is not difficult.

According to the previous Muzha and others, Ying Longtu is likely to stay with the owner here.

"Yes!" The green light flashed through Yan Zhaoge's double pupils, and he stepped forward.

Gradually, he felt the feeling of seeing the clouds.

Although the fog was still in the field of vision, the fog began to show changes in heat and cold.

A blazing air became more and more obvious as Yan Zhaoge advanced.

After Yan Zhaoge took a few more steps, he saw the fog in front of him, and the light gradually glowed, and the surging heat was even heavier.

"This senior is invited, Yan Zhaoge is polite." After all, he stepped forward.

The misty rashness suddenly dissipated, and the eyes were suddenly bright.

The one who first came into view was a huge transparent cover, which fell into the void.

Nine fire dragons lay on it, spraying flames constantly in the mouth, although the cover was transparent, but the inside was all ivory white fire burning, and a figure in the flame was looming.

"Kowloon Divine Fire Hood!" Yan Zhaoge and Muzha spoke in unison.

Under the hood was blocked by a milky white fire. Looking up, you can see an old Taoist sitting on top of the transparent hood.

There was a young man standing beside the old Taoist, Yan Zhaoge was familiar with it, it was Ying Longtu.

"Brother Yan!" Ying Longtu was overjoyed to see Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Ying Longtu from top to bottom, and seeing that he was not a big deal, nor seemed to be controlled by others, he kept lifting his heart completely.

He nodded to Longtu, and then looked at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist smiled slightly and said nothing.

Yan Zhaoge noticed that it wasn't this old-fashioned man who deliberately laid out his curiosity, but his attention was mainly focused on the Jiulong Shenhuo hood below.

In the hood, in the white sea of ​​fire, a figure slammed into the sky and turned upside down.

The huge Jiulong Shenhuo wobbled, as if it could fall over at any time.

The flames blocked underneath were also ups and downs, not stable, and were likely to be broken through. The nine fire dragons sprayed the flames continuously, barely maintained them, and sealed them.

"But is Taiyi Patriarch face to face?" Yan Zhaoge arched his hand towards the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist nodded his head at him, but for a moment he did not speak with distraction, and continued to stabilize the Kowloon fire shield underneath.

However, in addition to the first return ceremony of Chong Yan Zhao Ge, the old Taoist priest stayed on Muzha who was captured by Yan Zhao Ge for a moment.

Muzha, who was caught in the hand by Yan Zhaoge, had a complex look: "Uncle Taiyi ..."

Ying Longtu next to the old Taoist hurriedly said: "Brother Yan, this is Taiyi Patriarch, he saved me."

"I know." Yan Zhaoge nodded.

In general, he had learned from Muzha before.

Ying Longtu traveled, encountering the wilderness Yuanyuan drifting outside the territory.

But at the same time, he also encountered several Buddhist monks in the pure land of Western Bliss.

The buddhist venerable of no leakage level, at all, had no choice but to be beaten by the dragon.

However, there are other masters in the vicinity of Western Bliss Pure Land, and soon more than a quiet level of Buddhist Monarchs will support it.

Ying Longtu battled and retreated, and learned from the opponent's words that not only the opponent in front of him, but also the Buddhist buddhas at the level of imagination, such as Muzha, were nearby.

Although things are still straightforward on weekdays, when dealing with people, Hanlong is extremely aura, hurried before Muzha and others arrived, and simply avoided the great wasteland Yuanfu.

He chose the right one step later, and Muzha and others came.

The Taixu level Buddha door and bodhisattva shot, and the Buddha sang the Sanskrit alone. As a true immortal, the dragon picture is difficult to parry.

As a famous rising star of Guangcheng Mountain in recent years, Ying Longtu is also closely related to Yan Zhaoge, and his reputation is naturally not limited to the authentic Daomen, and other forces have also heard.

Muzha and other Buddhist monks refused to give up, and naturally chased into Dahuangyuan's palace decisively.

As a result, he hit the nail head-on, and was driven out by the Taiyi real person who dominated the great wasteland.

While they were following the drifting Great Wilderness Yuanfu and trying to contact more Western Buddhism Pure Land Buddhism strongmen for assistance, they were unlucky to wait for Yan Zhaoge who came first.

So Muzha and his team were completely tragic.

However, Muzha saw Taiyi real person, although a little bit sighed, but after saying hello, he now focused more on Jiulong Shenhuo.

To be precise, he is more concerned about the man trapped in the hood of the god fire at the moment.

As he watched, Muzha's face was amazed.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes narrowed, and his gaze also fixed on the Dragon Fire Hood.