History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Looking at the clear and clean, without seeing the waves, the clear water like moyu, but originated from the core sea of ​​the Nine Nether, is the most filthy thing in the world, better than the bloody river and the filthy earth.

Treasures such as Qinglian Baoseqi and Suzeyunjie Qi are the best at defending and guarding. They are still unbearable in the face of the pollution of this seawater.

Even the devil heads of Jiu You's own family, most of them dare not approach the magic sea abyss.

For many people, it is even a serious question about what container to hold the sea water.

However, it is not a problem for the Daomen, Suo Mingzhang spread his palms, the palms start to starlight, and when the brilliance expands, the black seawater packages are stored.

The original Demon looked at this scene with a smile and nodded with admiration: "The ropeway friend deserves the honor of 'Zhongtian'."

"Overwhelming." Suo Mingzhang responded faintly.

The original Demon turned to Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng: "So, next, can we start?"

"Yunsheng?" Yan Zhaoge heard the words and looked at Feng Yunsheng. Feng Yunsheng nodded and calmly looked at the original demons.

On the other side, Yu Ye looked at Nie Jingshen with a worried face. Although Yue Zhenbei looked calm and solemn, her eyes also looked at the figure she used to know.

Nie Jingshen didn't have the slightest expression on his face, and no longer looked at Yu Ye and Yue Zhenbei, but turned directly, stepped back into the darkness, and disappeared into the depths of the deep land.

Seeing that he didn't have the attitude of nostalgia, Yu Ye opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound.

A bit of pain appeared in the eyes of Yuezhen North.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng both saw their eyes narrowed.

"Do you want to keep him?" Suo Mingzhang asked aloud at this time, and he did not avoid the original demon in front of him at the moment.

"Can't keep it." Yan Zhaoge replied softly as Nie panicked and disappeared.

Nie Jingshen didn't stay, he wanted to force it away from the Nine Nether, it was too difficult.

After all, it is a venerable demon venerable who has already arrived in Da Luo and is extremely powerful.

What's more, there are the Nine Nether Trolls, such as the Primitive Mind, on the side.

Even if Daomen authentically gathers all the powerful players to shoot together, the end result will only be to provoke the free spirit.

At that time, even if there is a Zhuxian array, it is also the outcome of both defeats. Pingbai cheap Western Pure Land, Demon Race and Waidao.

The point is, this kind of defeat is meaningless. Nie Jing Shen still can't come back.

On the contrary, it is his now disappearing action that makes Yan Zhaoge secretly remember it in his heart.

"Let's go back and talk again." Yan Zhaoge said, Beiming and Panpan appeared at the same time, taking Yuye and Yuezhenbei away from this place.

The original mind demon still smiled. It seemed that he did n’t mind Suo Mingzhang ’s suggestion, nor Yan Zhaoge ’s actions. He just smiled and said to Feng Yunsheng: “That ’s the case, then let ’s start.”

Between the speeches, the auspicious clouds appeared on the old man's head, and the center of the auspicious clouds bloomed a little black, evil and pure, like ink, quickly spreading in the auspicious clouds.

Xiangyun was instantly dyed black, but still shone.

Yan Zhaoge and others looked closely, and in the black auspicious cloud, a vague appearance was reflected vaguely.

The atmosphere of both depression and madness permeated, with Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Suo Mingzhang as the strength, and also felt a slight agitation.

It seems as if the abyss of the magic sea at the core and deepest of the Nine Nine came to this place and came to them.

In the depths of the Demon Sea, twelve pillars emerged faintly, scattered and arranged irregularly, with different heights and heights, and there seemed to be no rules at all.

But there is a different kind of moral conception in nature, which is mysterious and unpredictable. It is also contrary to the world's heaven and earth. It is unique and conflicts constantly.

On the top of the twelve pillars, some are empty, others are looming, and they cling to it.

On one of the empty columns at the top, a blood mist gradually rose, and the chaos in the blood mist was unclear, making it hard to tell.

But that bloody mist slowly floated out, flying out of the black Nine Ghost Demon Abyss, seeping out the black auspicious cloud, from the virtual reality, close to Yan Zhaoge and them.

"Feng Daoyou, please." The original demon said politely.

Feng Yunsheng's face did not change color, and the darkness above his head revealed a chaotic abyss, which looked somewhat similar to the Nine Spectre Demon Abyss, and was similar to the chaos of Hongmeng before the world's development.

The dark chaotic abyss spread to the periphery, and the blurry margin touched the blood mist and began to have a clear outline.

Feng Yunsheng's body suddenly shook slightly.

The original dark and obscure chaos began to become more and more specific. At the end, it seemed to boil like boiled water.

"Yuan--" Feng Yunsheng exhaled for a long time, and shook his head to Yan Zhaoge and Suo Mingzhang, indicating that he did not cause any problems.

On the other side, in the sea of ​​nine ghosts reflected in the black auspicious cloud above the head of the original heart demon, the pillar at the source of the blood mist is still empty.

However, from Yan Zhaoge's point of view, there seems to be a slight change in the pillar itself.

The column became more obscure and dimmer than before, and in the dark abyss, it became more blurred, more hollow, and more difficult to observe.

The blood mist became thicker and darker, and even gradually became black.

"You are inevitable." Feng Yunsheng snorted suddenly.

Between the chaos of the abyss above her head, she began to return to calm gradually, becoming obscure and unpredictable.

But the blood mist seemed to be unwilling to die, still only sucking Luo Yuan by Feng Yunsheng's martial arts mood.

"Feng Daoyou's words are bad, and so far, my generation not only did not gain, but also suffered a lot." The original heart demon still smiles, like a catty, bargaining vegetable market hawker.

However, Yan Zhaoge and Suo Mingzhang knew how dangerous the transaction was between the two parties.

"Zunjia wants to buy and sell?" Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows gently.

It can be seen that Feng Yunsheng returned the Jiuyou authority to the Jiuyou at the end of the part of the abandonment, and he also got other gains from the Jiuyou, so the original devil said that if you stop here, Jiuyou couldn't help but make a profit, but lost .

Jiu You lost his money and earned his own money. Yan Zhaoge naturally enjoyed it, and immediately stretched out a hand and attached it to Feng Yunsheng's vest.

The blood mist is between reality and reality, and it can be cut off from outside. The contest still has to land on Feng Yunsheng itself.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng seemed to communicate with each other. Following Feng Yunsheng's idea, he seemed to have a glimpse of the Nine Serenities.

At the moment, it seemed as if they were close at hand, and it seemed that they were across the world. In the sight of Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng, the twelve columns became clearer and clearer.