History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge looked at Sanbaoyu Ruyi and the disappearing photo frame and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

He tried something else, but to no avail.

Looking around the strange and familiar environment in the room, Yan Zhaoge froze for a moment.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge recovered, and his thoughts moved slightly.

The scene changes in the mind, just like going backwards. Yan Zhaoge's thoughts leave the blue planet and pull away from the galaxy of the vast universe.

The time and space in front of me are distorted and colorful.

When the scene stabilized again and reproduced the dark endless void, Yan Zhaoge felt like a lonely soul wandering from the underworld, returning to the sun and returning to his body.

In sight, in addition to the endless void, Feng Yunsheng's concerned eyes.

"Zhao Ge?" She looked at Yan Zhaoge with some worry.

"Relax, it's okay." Yan Zhaoge smiled at Yunsheng first, and then fell into meditation again.

Sanbaoyu Ruyi fell into his hands, playing back and forth.

As Yan Zhaoge's thoughts moved, the three brilliances of purple, white, and gold flashed together.

The next moment, the picture frame appeared in his hand.

Appeared under the starry sky different from the blue star!

Looking at the picture frame and the face in the photo, Yan Zhaoge looked serious.

He could even faintly feel the chill flowing behind him.

"When did you have such a portrait, dressed strangely, and framed it in this strange way?" Feng Yunsheng asked aside: "It's good for preservation."

She looked at Yan Zhaoge and noticed that Yan Zhaoge's slightly dignified expression immediately became serious. "Zhao Ge?"

"It's okay ..." Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, looked at himself in the photo, and suddenly laughed: "Interesting!"

"I think about it, what am I doing at that time? It seems that I have just returned home, tossed myself into the bed, stretched my legs first, and played with a mobile phone or something ..." … "

"After waiting for the gods to come back, I am already the pavilion spirit of the Book Pavilion of the Heavenly Court Shrine."

His soul traversed into Fang Hongmeng's creation.

It stands to reason that the body should remain in the original world on that planet.

There is no change in the time node of going back, so it can even be said that the body should remain in place, in the room where he lives.

It is impossible for a person on that planet to move his body. To be precise, no one found his anomaly.

But now, his body on the Blue Star is gone in his original world.

Was it destroyed when he traversed, leaving no trace of human evaporation, or ...

"... was removed?" Yan Zhaoge looked down at the picture frame in his hand.

"I can bring this picture frame back through Sapphire Ruyi, then it means that others can also."

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes: "However, not many people can do it."

Daonian can naturally.

But like the Antarctic Emperor, it can't be done.

Although he is only one step away from the realm of Dao, he has a deep grasp of the principles of heaven and earth, but his magical power is insufficient and the foundation is relatively thin.

In other words, his Yuanshen might be able to try to jump out of Fang Hongmeng's fortune like Yan Zhaoge, but once he jumped out, he would be unable to bear it and destroy it instantly.

It's as if a mortal ghost is out of the way. Although it can be detached from its body, the soul is not strong enough to travel day and night. With a little movement, it will disappear.

And the strength is strong enough, but there is still not enough to grasp the truth of the world, and those who have not yet prepared for the impact of the Dao Realm, maybe the soul is already strong enough, but it cannot be separated from the soul, and it ca n’t get out of this body.

In this case, naturally, it will not work.

Yan Zhaoge contemplates, Feng Yunsheng stands quietly.

The anxiety on her face has disappeared, and she has gradually become safe, her eyes as calm as water, as firm as iron, and she is waiting patiently for Yan Zhaoge's decision.

After a while, Yan Zhaoge's gaze regained its focus.

He first apologized and looked at Feng Yunsheng, gently holding Feng Yunsheng's palm.

The woman in front of him smiled and shook her head, waiting for him to speak quietly.

"Go with me to a place." Yan Zhaoge said.

The two joined hands and started on the road together.

Yan Zhaoge opened the canopy above his head, leading them to rise step by step, as if going to another place "higher" than the endless void outside the domain.

The location there is difficult to determine, the traces are difficult to find, just like a fantasy fairyland, wonderful.

Among them, the spirit flowers and grass are densely covered, and the fairy birds and beasts are everywhere.

Among the Chilan waterfalls, there is an ordinary palace.

A plaque hangs above the palace gate with three words on it.

Pocket rate palace.

This is not the first time Yan Zhaoge has come here.

There was a boy standing in front of the temple door, looking at him a little nervously.

To be precise, he looked over the top of his head, which seemed to cover the canopy of fortune.

On the canopy, the Master Xuandu was suppressed.

Master Xuandu looked at the scene of the palace in front of his eyes, but there was no joy and relief on his face, but he was even more distressed and sighed.

Yan Zhaoge walked in a walk, came to a mountain next to the palace, raised his hand to lift the mountain, and then pressed Master Xuandu under it.

Then, he wrote on the mountain rock with his fingers, leaving Tao Dao, and finally turned into a scripture.

There is a flash of light in the scriptures, and finally it will no longer be seen in the rock.

Suppressing Master Xuandu under the rock, Yan Zhaoge turned and walked back to the front of the palace.

The boy who stood by Li opened his mouth and opened it, but he could not speak.

"Everyone has his own old man." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "If the old man is interested, Brother Xuandu Dao can escape."

The boy smiled bitterly.

Do n’t see that Master Xuandu is a descendant of Taiqing, an old disciple, but the old master ca n’t let him out.

"Tianzun, this ... this is really ..." Tong Zi whispered, embarrassed.

"You can't wait to unlock the seal under me, and you can't control the meaning of the old man. Since you don't need to be embarrassed, Brother Xuandu can't complain about you." Yan Zhaoge said: "I am here today, except for sending When Brother Xuandu came back, he had another question. "

The boy said helplessly: "So that Tianzun knows that the old master has never seen a guest again after he came back. Land pressure Daojun, the ancient Buddha have been here in the burning lamp, but the old master is closed.

"I understand." Yan Zhaoge nodded: "I don't have to meet the old man, you can also answer me."

Tong Zi glanced at the mountain over there and nodded helplessly: "Tian Zun, please tell me, Tong Tong knows everything, and he speaks endlessly."

"After the ancestors of the Taiqing moral ancestors were detached, the treasures they left behind were still in the palace?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

The boy was slightly startled.

Obviously, he noticed the key points in Yan Zhaoge's question.

Yan Zhaoge asked about Tai Qing's moral treasure, rather than Tai Shang Laojun's treasure.