History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhao Ge and Yin Tianxia look at each other.

Although it is just an idea, Yan Zhaoge feels that he really seems to travel through the ages, face to face with the generation of giants.

Now, he finally knows that Yin Tian’s coffin is empty and his body has gone.

The arrangement of the instrument after the death of the Emperor Ming is actually turning itself into this big and distinct wheel!

A treasure above the sacred soldier.

Legendary sage!

Yan Zhao’s eyes are deep and deep: “I can’t think of it here, but I saw a fairy soldier, even though it’s a fairy soldier who hasn’t finished casting...”

Like Wu Sheng, there are not all sacred soldiers.

The celestial soldiers are even more rare. At least the sacred emperor Yin Tianxia must be trained as a realm before he can try to sacrifice.

The strong man above Wu Sheng, not everyone has a fairy.

This was the case before the Great Destruction. For example, the Enchanted Emperor who created the inheritance of the Great World of Fire, and the knowledge of Yan Zhaoge, there is no fairy soldier to carry.

The faint Emperor Yin Tianxia is like a meteor star, stunning the world, but it is also falling.

Although the sacred sacred religion is rich, the materials for refining the celestial soldiers are still scarce.

There is not enough time to accumulate and precipitate. As we all know, the sacred sacred religion does not have a fairy.

Yin Tianxia is known to the world as a treasure, it is the top lamp of the sacred soldiers.

Yan Zhaoge did not expect that the Ming Dynasty Emperor's post-mortem arrangement actually turned himself into a part of the refinement of the Xianbing.

Looking at the big and bright wheel, in addition to the eye heat, the first reaction of Yan Zhaoge is more doubtful.

The action of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is too bizarre.

"Is it to give the post-people a treasure that suppresses the number of mountain gates, or is it just to pay for the unfulfilled wish of his life?" Yan Zhao’s heart is filled with turbulent waves: "Or, this fairy soldier is the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The resurrection means prepared by myself?"

In addition, there is a possibility.

Before the death of Emperor Ming, he took great pains to refine this treasure in order to seal up a certain secret.

Perhaps it is related to the fall of his time, the glory of the sacred sacred religion.

Yan Zhao song looked at the face of the faint Emperor Yin Tianxia in front of him, and meditated.

Little love can't see the image of the Emperor, but looking at the big and bright wheel, I can't help but be curious: "Young Master, is this the top sacred soldier?"

"No, this is a fairy soldier, but it has not been finished yet." Yan Zhaoge replied: "Or, this is a fairy embryo, and the embryo formation is more appropriate."

Little love grew up and closed for a long time.

She has never seen a fairy, but she has heard the legend about the fairy in the snow.

Yan Zhaoge only saw the white dress girl's eyes became more and more bright.

Between the black eyes and the big eyes, it seems as if there are countless black iron wheels rolling up and down.

The original black iron wheel, this moment in the eyes of the little love, seems to become a coin inside the outer circle, flashing incomparably attractive luster.

Yan Zhao song rolled his eyes, stretched out a hand and shook in front of Xiao Ai's eyes.

"Young masters... this thing! This thing..." Little love came back to God, swallowed, swallowed a few words, incoherently, pointing to the big and bright wheel, and pointing to Yan Zhaoge: "You must... certain... ..."

Yan Zhaoge shrugged his shoulders: "Relaxation is a chance or a disaster. It is not necessarily true. Even if it is an opportunity, it is not so easy to harvest."

The little hobby is not easy to breathe, and the sleeves of Yan Zhaoge are pulled, and he looks at him with a look of worship: "You must have a solution to the young master?"

Yan Zhaoge said with some funny words: "And don't say that you are still low, even if my current cultivation is the realm, it is impossible to provoke the power of a fairy."

"Gourmet food is good, but you can only see it, you don't have to be so active?"

Xiao Ai Zhen Zhen has a word: "So good baby, even if you just look at it, it makes people feel full of happiness!"

Yan Zhao’s song touched his chin and laughed: “It seems to make sense to say this?”

He turned his head and looked at the big and bright wheel, feeling the power of the artistic conception, and figured out that it might be the legendary twelve laws.

A little bit of time passed, Yan Zhaoge always stood still, Xiao Ai was quiet at this time, nervously watching Yan Zhao song, but did not dare to bother again.

Whenever her eyes touched the quiet black iron wheel, she couldn't help but swallow and slobber, only feeling that the apex seemed to be scratching.

I don't know how long it took, the world in which I was in, suddenly and violently turbulent.

Yan Zhaoge returned from meditation and raised his eyebrows.

Little love has a slight discoloration on his face: "There are other people looking for it!"

The alien space in which the altar is located gradually began to be shrouded in a layer of unclear and non-dark glory.

Yanzhao sings with the big and bright wheel together, suddenly suddenly fell into the darkness, and then there is no darkness, suddenly there is a light, like the original light.

"It is a secluded lamp, Luo Zhitao thoroughly refines the secluded lamp." Yan Zhao said with a clear voice.

Wu Sheng Liu Zhong, see Luo Zhitao, the late strong man of the gods, this has the top-grade sacred soldiers, the sun and the moon, and now the revelation of the secluded lights of the top sacred soldiers.

Looking at the whole mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, who else can fight with it?

At this moment, he used the secluded lamp to find it, and he came to Shimen outside, trying to open the door and break into this exotic space!

Little love looks at Yan Zhaoge: "Young Master..."

Yan Zhao song smiled: "There is time."

He still grabbed the big secluded wheel in one hand, and the other robes in the sleeves of his hand, and Feng Yunqi, who had been caught up by his real yuan, jumped out of it.

Little love has widened his eyes and looked at Feng Yunyu who appeared in front of him.

Feng Yunxiao rushed her and smiled.

Yan Zhao’s song said: “It’s going to be fast.”

Feng Yunxiao said with a smile: "Of course, I haven’t been embarrassed for a long time."

Among her eyes, she suddenly illuminates the blue light, and the two eyes are like two rounds of the next day, shining in all directions.

The powerful power of the earth and the earth, revealed from her, behind the sacred sword, and fell into the hands.

The law is intertwined, the pattern spreads, and the skin of the same day is covered with faint blue light, and the horrible atmosphere of fierce destruction continues to climb to higher peaks.

She circled the other side of the big secluded wheel and stood face to face with Yan Zhaoge.

The blade is moving forward and is at the center of the big secluded wheel.

Yan Zhaoge has a double eye, and the power of the anti-moon has also penetrated into the big and bright wheel, combined with the powerful force of the anti-Japanese.

Fantian calligraphy door is running, easy to turn to the glory, upside down yin and yang.

The surface of the dark and secluded wheel of the darkness suddenly appeared in the brilliance, shining on the Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yun.

Among the twelve holes, there is a channel of airflow from which to cover the entire altar.

The next moment, the big and bright wheel, like the endless glory, the darkness that never fades, slowly rises.

The trajectory of its rise is like dividing the boundary between light and darkness for the world before it.

Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyi rise together with the big and bright wheel.

At this time, the outer world has gradually been covered in dim light.

In the brilliance, the darkness emerges, the center of the darkness, and a little light appears. (To be continued.) 8