History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Chess Malone, high-rise building.

In front of you is the world of concrete and cement, and in your ear is the whistle of the car honking.

Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene quietly, his eyes narrowed.

It is not the scene of the dream that has been full of dreams, but the scene when it was destroyed, but it is buried deep in the memory, as if many things have been forgotten.

It is too long ago. Only when the familiar names of Qi Tian Da Sheng, Er Lang Shen Yang Jian, Nezha three princes, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva would come to mind, the earlier things happened by accident.

But it is just to recall some myths and legends in the memory, some documents, some film and television images, etc., and think of things that are barely related to today's life.

Most of the information irrelevant to the present is that a bubble appeared in the bottom of my heart, and immediately re-sinked to the bottom of the sea without a trace.

The time is too long and too long, so that Yan Zhaoge sometimes subconsciously thinks that his experience in the Heavenly Palace before the Great Destruction was his own past.

However, many things may settle for a while, but obviously still there, they have never really been forgotten.

Yan Zhaoge blinked and blinked, looking at the same face in front of him.

"Have you ever doubted that everything in front of you is untrue?" The other party said calmly: "This world has the same legends as the earliest memories you remembered in the first place, but there are many differences. Have you ever thought about why? Would n’t it be just your own dream, here, you mix memories and diverge your thinking, making the legends in the memories change? "

"Or, what was once a dream?"

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams about butterflies, Zhuang Zhoumengdie, Diemengzhuangzhou, who is real ..."

The voice continued, and the image in front of him suddenly began to shake.

The tall building collapsed, the street was twisted, and the sky was cracking. Everything seemed to be a pile of sand, and it began to disintegrate into a grain of fine sand.

The other "self" in front of him disappeared.

After a slight trance, Yan Zhaoge has recovered, and his vision has returned to normal as before, just like before.

He was still standing next to Feng Yunsheng, with one palm against her back.

Feng Yuansheng condensed Luo Yuan above his head, and blood mist lingered around.

The source of blood mist is the old man standing opposite, the light and shadow floating in the black auspicious cloud above his head, the scene changes.

In front of the old man, Suo Mingzhang stood.

Suo Mingzhang's palm still penetrated into the old man's chest.

However, the current Suo Mingzhang, with his whole body up and down, floats a faint radiance, and the radiance condenses into Tao inscriptions, arranged under it, and turns into heavy barriers, covering Suo Mingzhang himself, but also Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.

A tall man with short hair, his gaze froze in the cold, staring at the original heart demon.

The old man sighed: "Cut the sky, well-deserved reputation!"

Suo Mingzhang said nothing, shrouded all over him, as if cutting off the inside and outside of the heavens and the earth, and the glory of oneness began to expand towards the surroundings.

Where the glorious barriers enveloped the passage, there was a faint illusion of light flow in the void that was constantly being cut off, isolating the inside and outside.

The figure of the primitive flayer, at this moment, was shaking like a ripple of water.

In this process, his body, which does not belong to this world, resembles a dream bubble, seems to be gradually becoming an entity, so that people in this world can really touch.

Suo Mingzhang protruded into the fist in his chest, and there was still endless starlight and endless sun.

At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, and finally seemed to feel a sense of discomfort. He could feel the searing heat on the fist, the destruction power contained in it.

"The afterlife is awesome." The original demon sighed softly, and his figure gradually began to become transparent, seeming to become a streamer decomposition.

But Suo Mingzhang clenched his fists, as if turned into a bottomless black hole, and even light could not escape from it, pulling the original body of the original demon into its current body.

The eyes of the original mind demon flashed lightly, as if there was water on his body, which infiltrated Suo Mingzhang's arm.

Suo Mingzhang snorted, and the mystery of the cut-off book was blocked, preventing the primal mind's counterattack.

The two sides played against each other, unlike the ordinary martial arts, but the intensity of it was not inferior, and even exceeded it.

The primordial demons continued to attack Suo Mingzhang's mental defense. As long as he broke through and united inside and outside, he could not only know what Suo Mingzhang thought and thought, but also push Suo Mingzhang into the abyss of the demon. Defeated by battle.

Suo Mingzhang, while resisting the invasion of the demons, restrained the cracking of the primitive demons and forced them out of the illusions to the real world, and then hit them hard.

In the battle for Zhuxian array in the past years, Suo Mingzhang resisted the twenty-four heavens and set the ancient Buddha to the burning lamp in his hand.

But because of his personal experience, the primitive demons had a chance.

In fact, compared with the high-level players at the same level, the original Demon is indeed a tougher opponent for Suo Mingzhang.

Da Luo Tian Xian, the state of mind is naturally stable, few people can shake.

But if anyone must say that it can be done, then the original heart demon at the source of the inner demon in the world will naturally be tolerant.

Especially the original demon who recovered from the injury and returned to his peak state.

Under the attack of the primitive mind and spirit in the peak state, together with the strong man of the Da Luo Realm, if his own state of mind is flawed, he may be defeated in a very short time.

The primitive mind demon has been hailed as the head of the devil before. The first demon in the realm of the Dao is not a fluke. It is never just because he is immortal.

However, Suo Mingzhang, who he is facing at the moment, has a mysterious way to cut off the sky, which makes it difficult for primitive demons to speak.

However, the original demons are not in a hurry.

Although Suo Mingzhang's celestial god Guang Lianyan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng guarded together at the moment, the trance that had just disappeared just now was enough for Nie Jingshen and Shadow Demon in the Nine Nether.

The blood mist swept down, Feng Yunsheng snorted, the chaotic abyss above his head shook again, the magic subsided, like rolling boiling water.

In the dark and auspicious clouds, in the sea of ​​the dark abyss, among the twelve pillars, the one that symbolizes the end of the heavenly demon has become more and more illusory, but also more and more fierce.

Feng Yunsheng was disturbed by the primordial demons and lost the opportunity, and the situation suddenly deteriorated rapidly.

Even if I got back in time and wanted to contain it, I couldn't stop.

Luo Yuan gradually disintegrated from the top of his head, and the blood mist was so large that he spread towards her. Seeing that look, she seemed to want to inhale her directly into Jiu You.

Singer Yan Zhao's palm clung to Feng Yunsheng's heart, and naturally understood the situation.

His other hand immediately swiped the outline in the void and wrote a symbol of Tao.

"Senior Senior." Yan Zhaoge gave a soft call, and from the sleeve of Suo Mingzhang's robe, a starlight flew out automatically, throwing at Yan Zhaoge.