History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Zhou Haosheng looked at Yan Zhaoge, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he seemed to want to say something, but he did not say anything.

A person who has just stepped into the realm of Wu Sheng, why share the Yum Emperor Mausoleum with a behemoth like the Dark Emperor?

If it is an ordinary person, even if a little violent means is not used, there are countless ways to exclude it.

But for Yan Zhaoge, Zhou Haosheng did not have this confidence.

And if you say that you are pressing the people, and don't mention Yan Zhaoge and the Southeast Supreme Gate, it is only that he has previously cracked the skyfire robbery, and even made the Daxuan retreat, and the dark sect is not difficult for him.

The revenge between Yan Zhao and Tong Mingzong cannot be resolved, and the Dark Emperor is a natural ally.

"Bright Mingzong..." Zhou Haosheng suddenly moved slightly in his heart.

In front of Yan Zong Ge and himself open the void and explore the path to the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty.

With Zhou Haosheng's understanding of Guangmingzong, there are some clues on their side, and now they should also be alarmed.

Although one side of the party has taken the lead, it is still not fully grasped.

The entry of Yanzhao songs can greatly attract the attention of Guangmingzong. For his own dark ancestors, it is not all good.

Zhou Haosheng glanced at Yan Zhaoge and said: "It is really dangerous. You may wish to help him, but since you are trying to share the Ming Emperor Mausoleum, you naturally have to bear the corresponding risks."

When the idea was set, Zhou Haosheng said, "If you are prepared, you will start. If Yan Xiaoyou has nothing to do, may you want to be together?"

Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "Yan is very free recently, ready to go."

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At the same time, Guangming Zongshanmen, Huangfu, Hailing, Yinzhou, Sun and Moon Peak, Guangmingzong high-level strong people gathered together.

Everyone looks gloomy: "The kid who is surnamed Yan must be removed, otherwise it will become a big problem."

Someone said coldly: "He has become a big problem, even if he has just achieved the martial arts, but he has cracked the fire of the sky and robbed the thunder, and escaped from the hands of the two martial arts five strong realm. How can this be used? What is the measure of the military in the early stage?"

"Who knows if he will suddenly have any unexpected moves?"

Another person said: "The Beihai Jiange and the Dark Emperor are now protecting him. Tongren Island will not help us. He does not take the initiative to send it to us. It is difficult for us to catch him."

The previous person said: "He is not good at grasping, we will go to the Eight Great Worlds, first leveling his teacher's door to the mountain, and slashing the roots of those who are related to him."

"The Daxuan dynasty is temporarily dying, and it is difficult to do something in a short time. We simply flattened the eight great worlds."

An old man opposite him frowned. "There is not much value. The sun print is brought to the upper bound by the kid. We slash the eight great worlds without substantial gains."

Relative to the policy front: "The first thing to say is evil! This is the sacred religion, even if it is gone again, when is it time for a lower-level kid to ride on his head?"

"The first is Deng Sen, then Yu Xuan and Cheng Shidi also died. We have not lost so much in the hands of the Daxuan Dynasty!"

The old man is still waiting to say something, next to another bright sect, the old man suddenly said in a whisper: "There may not be substantial gains, but it may be a great harvest."

"Oh?" Everyone has a glimpse.

The Guangzong Zongsu said in an old saying: "The old man had talked with Mr. Zhang Wei, who had ascended up from the eight-great world, and he noticed one thing."

"In the world of eight greats, there are individuals, where they are called the old man of painting, and Zhang is a peer of the same generation. It is quite mysterious. Zhang Hao does not know this person."

"But according to Zhang Wei, he once happened to see this old man in the ink, and he used the martial arts to destroy the spirit and swordsmanship. However, it was only once, and the person studied was quite complicated, and people could not see the depth."

Others heard the words and fell into meditation.

The Guangzong Zongsu continued to say: "Zhang Wei does not recognize this martial art, but listen to his description, at least 80% of the old age is the suffocation."

The other elders of Guangmingzong’s face sank down: “Whether it’s the spirit of the sword, is it the embers that we have been looking for many years ago? Could it be in the Eight Great World?”

"He is likely to have a treasure related to the Emperor and the Emperor Mausoleum on hand! This time it is really a break from the iron shoes."

Everyone said: "It seems that these eight great worlds must take a trip."

Even the old man who had previously opposed it, after thinking about it, nodded slowly.

Luo Zhitao, in a black robe, sat on the top and looked at it all quietly. He just wanted to speak and suddenly his face changed slightly.

He got up and disappeared in the hall.

A group of high-ranking sects of the high-level sects face each other and feel inexplicable.

However, in a short period of time, Luo Zhitao reappeared in the hall, but his expression became serious.

"Someone is trying to find the location of the Emperor's Mausoleum." Luo Zhitao said: "The induction of treasures is unprecedented, and the distance from the other side to the path to the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty is only one step away."

As soon as this statement came out, the hall was quiet.

A bright elder of the Ming dynasty took a deep breath: "It must be the sinister gang of rebellious, except that they have no one else."

Some people wonder: "How suddenly did they make such great progress?"

Everyone looked at each other and was suddenly surprised.

Yan Zhaoge, now with the dark sect, is very close, and Yan Zhaoge also comes from the eight great world, acquainted with the old man...

"Coincidence, or..." A Guangming ancestor said hesitantly.

Luo Zhitao said slowly at this time: "I am afraid it is no coincidence!"

"Yu Xuan once mentioned that when the solitude of the moon was ceremonial, the Yan Zhao song was very unusual. With his cultivation, it should not be so easy to refine the majestic force against the sun. Now it seems that It is not without reason."

"It's not just the sun, what we have been looking for for many years, and he has brought the upper bounds with him!"

A group of bright and powerful people look dark: "That now..."

Luo Zhitao shook his head: "The Ming Emperor Mausoleum, no matter to us, or to the dark sect, is more important than the sun!"

"Absolutely not to lose!"

All the people nodded in unison: "Yes, I can wait to reproduce the glory of the past sacred religions. The secluded mausoleum is vital. It is not only the place where the emperor sleeps, but many treasures of the sacred religion should also be collected in the mausoleum. I can wait for the shackles to break through, and I don’t have to worry about being trapped in the sea."

For the dark sect, it is equally significant. Under this circumstance, the gap between the two sides is even more unnecessary.

It is not worth mentioning that the humiliation brought by the Yan Zhao song is not to mention.

Luo Zhitao said: "Follow the darkness of the next sect... The Yan Zhao song, maybe there will be action!"