History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The chaotic void, the space boundary is distorted, and the time flow is different, but at this time, it is also covered with a layer of blood.

Mrs. Kang’s insights are extraordinary, and her mood immediately becomes heavy: “...blood dish?!”

Yan Zhao song reached out and pierced his fingertips to refer to the pen and use his own blood to quickly write a whole paragraph in the void.

The surrounding is not a commonplace text, but a strange and unusual special text that is difficult to understand and semantic.

The **** red mantra is engraved in the void, blending with the **** light curtain.

Yan Zhaoge sang and whispered in a quirky language that no one else could understand: "Festival!"

The blood suddenly seems to have survived, and there is an extremely ancient will to cross the void.

The will is illusory, the master is born and dead is unknown, but at the moment it seems to run through the ages, making a heart-rending roar.

The wound in the whole sky wall was further torn apart, and the void cracks expanded by two or three times!

Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan, who were outside the wounds of the Tianbi, had no time to get away, and all of them were inhaled into the cracks.

Mrs. Kang was shocked and refused to try to fix the injury in the sky wall. Jianguang started and wrapped up Kang Maosheng with Kang Jinyuan. She planned to go out and say it.

However, this set of rituals promoted by Yan Zhaoge makes the injury of the celestial wall itself seem to have life, just like a really fierce giant "※ long "※ wind "※ text "beast.

Blood everywhere, the void cracks are closed, can only enter, can not be out.

The space rotates to form a huge **** vortex, which is to be swallowed by everyone.

Yan Zhaoge himself is the same situation as Beiming, and the variegated Tianbi injury is equally violent and violent to all people and things.

Tan Ming and others of Guangmingzong are also difficult to escape.

The only thing that makes Mrs. Kang relieved is that the ruin of the celestial wall is confusing, the ray is exhausted, and the power of the boundaries is no longer staggered.

In this way, Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng, who have been trained under the level of God, can stay here for a long time and will not be crushed by the power of the precinct.

Yan Zhaoge also received a wooden paper fan, and turned to Beiming to separate the body, and strive to stabilize the body shape, to avoid being completely swallowed by the **** vortex inside the void.

The ritual he made himself is the most clear.

Falling into the **** whirlpool, it was not swayed by time and space, but a sacrifice to the ceremonies. On the spot, it was sacrificed by blood, and ten died without life.

The three parties have once again fallen into a stalemate. Everyone is trying to stabilize themselves so as not to be swallowed up by the **** whirlpool, but they are not able to take care of each other.

Yan Zhaoge, as the creator of the ritual, is also threatened by the ritual, but he can still be at ease for the time being.

Mrs. Kang and Tan Zunxiu, the master of the Guangmingzong illusion temple, have a higher level of realm and can barely support.

The duration of the ceremonies is limited, and they believe that as long as they persist in this period of time, they can successfully get out of trouble.

Although the two sides are also hostile to each other, the two women's strong martial arts five-fold realm, at this moment are depressed, can not wait to kill Yan Zhao song and then fast.

The two of them joined forces, but they were not at the same time, but at the moment they did not have the opportunity to take a shot. They were trapped by Yan Zhaoge’s use of the deformed Tianbi’s wounds.

Invariably, both sides have made up their minds. Once they get out of trouble, they will first solve the Yan Zhao song.

Otherwise, God knows that Yan Zhaoge will have any different means to display it.

Yan Zhaoge resists the suction of the **** vortex, and also changes the void in the eyes.

The injury to the celestial wall has changed, temporarily losing the upper boundary of the boundary, and the effect of time and space on the lower boundary, and the road is blocked.

The blood is like a barrier, and this piece of void is covered together. Whether it is Mrs. Kang's mother and son, or the Guangzong people, or themselves, they are temporarily forbidden here, and no one can leave.

The time and space of the layers are folded, like a sparkling wall, combined with blood and light to form a solid blood-colored crystal wall.

Outside the blood-colored crystal wall, the change of the void gradually becomes stable and makes sense.

More stable and calm than usual.

Inside and outside the blood, there are two very different worlds.

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Yan Zhaoge urged the group dragon temple to help him stabilize his body shape with Bei Ming, and then took out the jade from Bai Ziming.

The real yuan was injected into the jade, and Yu Pei suddenly appeared green smoke again.

The smoke touches the blood-colored crystal wall and is not blocked by it, but slowly penetrates through the blood-colored crystal wall folded from the layer space.

Crossing the **** crystal wall, the green smog drifts in the void, spreading far away, gradually condensing into a line, extending to a distant place.

Part of the mind of Yan Zhaoge, combined with the green smoke, seems to be his own thoughts, but also drifts into the void.

In the midst of it, it seems that there is some kind of existence in guiding the direction for yourself.

I don't know how long it took, and the darkness in front of my eyes gradually appeared.

The green cloud that had been so light and lingering from the edge, suddenly sinking, seems to have landed and integrated into the light.

The radiance is exhausted, and there are all kinds of scenes in front of Yanzhao songs. The beautiful mountains and lakes are all in the eye.

"Here is the big world?" Yan Zhao is thinking about it, his thoughts and the green clouds are rolling together and flying quickly into the distance.

The foreground of the eye suddenly changes, and there is a white snow.

"The ancestral door of the old man is the big snowy mountain in the northern part of the world." Bai Ziming’s words re-emerged in his ears. Yan Zhao’s song looked at the environment in front of the North, knowing that the target of the green smoke was white. The Zongmen Daxue Mountain, which was born in the world of Haofu.

It’s just Yuan Zhengfeng, but it’s not a guest in Daxueshan.

The green smog flies through the sky, and when the Yanzhao sings, the prospects are changed again, and the mountains appear, all under the snow.

Between the snow-capped mountains, an ice palace greets the eyes, and the thoughts of Yan Zhaoge fall toward the ice palace with the green smoke.

Like the invisible green smog, it inspired the ice palace to guard against the formation.

The radiance of the road is intertwined with the green smoke, and there is no repulsion. Instead, it guides the smoke and penetrates the majestic ice and snow palace.

Yanzhao song thoughts as the smoke fell all the way to the apse, I saw in the apse, clearly is offering a statue of the gods.

Look closely at the statue, look like it, and Bai Ziming is generally the same.

Yan Zhao song did not think about it, the green smoke directly rushed into the image.

The statue shook, and the eyes suddenly lit up, and the cards below were shining.

Yan Zhaoge returned to God and found his own perspective, clearly consistent with the statue, as if he were in the statue.

At the same time, in the hall of the present, there are many warriors gathered together, all of which are the upper levels of the Daxue Mountain. (To be continued.)