History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The starlight that flew out of Suo Mingzhang's cuffs was wrapping the waters of the former Nine Spectre Demon Abyss.

Yan Zhaoge had planned to mention it with Suo Mingzhang before, so Suo Mingzhang had already prepared.

There is no need for Suo Mingzhang to be distracted at this moment. He had made arrangements when he put away the sea water. With Yan Zhaoge's order, the starlight wrapped in the sea water and flew out.

The starlight fell in front of Yan Zhaoge. Yan Zhaoge still clung to Feng Yunsheng's vest with one hand, and penetrated into the starlight with the other hand.

The glorious flow turned slightly dark, and then the dark water flew out of it.

Yan Zhaoge had previously written in the void, leaving the handwriting as if it were a gully, and the seawater poured into it to fill the gap, forming a network of water veins that link up and down.

This Tao Fu, at this time all became dark, like black jade, flashing a clear and lustrous luster.

Seeing the original demon, his brow furrowed tighter.

He remembered the original celestial magic ritual, which had never appeared before, Yan Zhaoge himself created a unique magic ritual.

Hun Tian Pi Mo Yi was mainly aimed at his heart demon, but the original heart demon was not healed at that time, and he dared not take too much action.

Today, when he returns to the top, the role of the heavenly magic weapon becomes limited.

So even if Yan Zhaoge knows that he has this unique ritual, the original demon does not care about it today.

But this matter always haunts the old devil's heart.

Through the magic of the heavens, he easily thinks, will Yan Zhaoge have other new things?

Two hundred years have passed since then, and his original heart demon injury has certainly healed, but Yan Zhaoge, who is changing with each passing day, is afraid that it will change more and more.

Paying attention to Yan Zhaoge's movements for the first time, the primitive mind demons secretly felt the charms of the merging seas of Moyuan, and immediately noticed some mysteries.

He wanted to stop it, but he was distracted.

Suo Mingzhang in front of him is pressing step by step, and under the influence of the cut-off book, he must force the old demon from illusion into reality.

The power of terror is like a frenzy of raging seas, and the huge waves are shot one by one towards the original mind.

The primordial demons could only watch the pure black Fulu fly under the control of Yan Zhaoge and flew into Luo Yuan above Feng Yunsheng's head.

The blood mist is still raging, seemingly virtual and real, difficult to cut off, difficult to wipe out.

But the dark and auspicious cloud above the primordial heart demon suddenly shook and began to roll up.

The black cloud was violent, thicker and more expanded, but it began to gradually become chaotic and out of control. Even Nie Jingshen and Shadow Demon in Jiu Youli felt the instability and lost control.

This sudden change, in turn, affected the blood mist extending from the black cloud.

As the pavilion passively shakes its foundation and becomes suspended, it naturally becomes unstable.

Although the surface of the Nine Spectre Demon Abyss has always been quiet, although the surface is still frozen, it does not start to ripple, but it seems that there is gradually a dark tide flowing inside.

In the deep sea, between the twelve columns, Nie panicked and looked at what was happening in front of her eyes.

Suddenly, he seemed to be the center of the undercurrent, and all the waves squeezed him together.

A scene that surprised him happened.

Feng Yunsheng's Luo Yuan seemed to directly cross the blood mist and black cloud, cross the border between the real and the real, and cross the heavy void, and directly contact with his condensed and collapsed sword light.

The two sides collided, and the inky black rung even crossed to this point, turning around Nie Jingshen, so that Nie Jingshen had a moment of trance.

The shadow demon beside him suddenly felt wrong and was shocked.

Nie sighed in horror, her figure fell backwards, avoiding the black rung.

The pillar that symbolizes the end of the heavenly demon, at this time, the appearance begins to become clear and specific again, and it is not as profound as the mysterious formula, and the harsh morale has also been reduced.

Jiu Youli has its own help from other great demons, and there are other demon heads coming out of Jiu You, intending to come to this secluded land.

Almost at the same time, in the endless void outside the land of the vastness, there is also a strong sense of Dao, and he is already a person in the Daomen.

The war between the two sides is on the verge of being triggered and may be completely detonated at any time.

On the ground, the primordial demon frowned and shook his head and sighed: "Xianli is a good means, it seems that today can only stop here."

His eyes flashed slightly, the black clouds above his head began to disappear, and the blood mist had also become rootless duckweed, which would gradually dissipate.

However, the magic road retreated, but Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng did not retreat.

Luo Yuan at the top of Feng Yunsheng's head began to expand, which in turn shrouded towards the top of the original Demon's head, and gathered the blood mist and black cloud so that it would not dissipate immediately.

The twelve pillars in the deep sea, the pillar that symbolizes the end of the heavenly demon, even began to shake slightly.

Suo Mingzhang also firmly grasped the original heart demon, not giving him the opportunity to retreat.

Dao Dao's radiance shines in all directions, and Suo Mingzhang keeps on exerting force, and Yu Wei is shocked that this vast land begins to disintegrate.

The Daomen had to measure inwards, constantly advancing, and called the Nine Youqun Demons to retreat.

The void began to open, and the terrifying monsters appeared, and they were about to start.

On the other side, Daomen Mighty also began to manifest his physical form in the void, and watched it come here.

At this time, Feng Yunsheng's gaze on Jiu Youyuan Sea, above one of the twelve columns, suddenly appeared a dark ancient mirror.

As soon as the mirror appeared, Yuan Hai was firm, and strong pressure rolled back towards Feng Yunsheng's Luo Yuan.

"Magic ancestor, great freedom!" Yan Zhaoge also saw the dark mirror.

At the same time, above the endless void, there was a faint golden light, and the vast yellow smoke filled it.

Feng Yunsheng spit out a long sigh of air, Luo Yuan dispersed above his head, let go of the black cloud blood mist above the original heart demon's head, and completely broke the connection with Jiu You.

In Jiu Youli, the black ancient mirror had no other actions, and Feng Yunsheng was allowed to withdraw.

At the same time, above the Nine Nether, outside the void, the billowing yellow dust and golden light also disappeared and disappeared into the void again.

It was the original heart demon who wanted to leave, but Suo Mingzhang still kept on, forcing the old demon from being virtualized and having to punch him hard before getting out.

Other great demons stepped forward to respond to the original heart demons and retreated to Jiu You.

"I hope there will be time to fight again." Suo Mingzhang stared at the original heart demon coldly.

The old devil coughed a few times: "Maybe there will be a chance."

He turned his head and took a deep look at Yan Zhaoge: "Shao Tianzun really can always make people look at each other. Only we can't think of it, we can't do it without you."

Singer Yan Zhao ’s palm moved away from Feng Yunsheng ’s back and looked at the original heart demon, saying, “Thank you for the compliment. Although I think I ca n’t reach that level yet, since Zunjia said so, I will continue to work hard.