History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Three-legged Jinwu, also known as the Great Day Jinwu, the legendary son of Haotian, is innately separated from the fire.

With the existence of Phoenix, Zhenlong, Qilin and Kunpeng.

There are fire crows in the big world of life, and they are brought together with Jinwu, but they are not really golden blood, but the blood in the blood, but there is also the ability to burn the sea.

However, compared to the real three-legged gold, it is inferior.

Fully adult, congenital pure blood, and then practiced to the peak of the three-legged Jinwu, can be directly transformed into a big day, comparable to the real sun, not human existence.

Yan Zhaoge is very interested in Sanzu Jinwu, because after the great destruction, these beasts seem to be extinct.

Although the dragons are dying, there is always survival after the great destruction, but Jinwu has few news.

However, Jinwuguangying in front of him is obviously not the real Jinwu.

Southeast Yangtianjing, Qingfeng Plateau, Sanzu Mountain.

Its mystery and inheritance of the mystery of Jinwu’s burning of the world is precisely the true meaning of the strength of the gold and gold.

This scholastic study, before the great destruction, was owned by a large force called Jinwu Valley.

After the great annihilation, the Sanzushan Kaishan ancestor took the opportunity to get the remnants of Jinwu’s book, thus establishing the original Sanzushan foundation.

Later, the remnants were completed, and the Sanzu Mountain became one of the most powerful forces on the Qingfeng Plateau, and it became famous throughout the Southeast.

In front of Yanzhao song, the light and shadow of the three-legged Jinwu, surrounded by the sun, constantly moved between the dense black konjac, avoiding the black mist of ink.

"Hey, a little bit of pressure on the bottom of the box." Yan Zhao song looked at the scene, slightly raised his eyebrows.

Surrounded by the black konjac, it seems as if many Wusheng Jiuzhong real powers are besieging together.

Although not fast enough, the killing power of the black fog is absolutely amazing.

That is, most of the Wusheng strongmen on the level of Xianqiao are also hurt when they are touched, and they die when they touch.

The black konjac is too dense, and it is not easy to walk through it.

It is rumored that the foot of the Sanzushan Mountain is the strongest of the Wushou Eighth and the mid-level of Xianqiao.

Although the Jinwu Burning Book is exquisite, there are also top-grade sages suppressing the mountain gates, but it is also a life of nine deaths.

However, Yan Zhaoge is watching Jinwu at this moment. Although the movement speed is slow, it is constantly moving forward.

There is pressure, but it can handle it.

This makes Yan Zhao can't help but be interested.

He is faster than the three-legged mountain and has gradually caught up.

But guided by the dust, the common destination of both sides has finally arrived!

The Jinwu Guangying also noticed that someone was chasing him behind him, but he did not stop, but suddenly fell to the ground.

Avoiding the black scorpion, Jinwu all the way down to the sea below.

The white sea of ​​the deserted sea is itself the most dangerous existence.

The Supreme Wu Sheng Xiu is the following person, dare to step into it, and the flesh and blood will turn into blood and water for a moment.

Therefore, those who enter the desert, would rather face the dangers of the black konjac, the eternal fire, and do not want to fall on the sea.

But at this moment, there is a huge whirlpool on the surface of the sea, and the center of the vortex goes straight to the bottom of the sea.

There, a deep darkness, unclear, makes it difficult to detect what is happening.

Yan Zhao’s songs are fixed, and the white lines that extend out of his hand are pointing to the bottom of the center of the whirlpool, which seems to be the bottomless darkness.

In the golden shadow, there is also a white line, pointing to the bottom of the vortex.

Jinwu flapped his wings and turned into golden light. He quickly entered the center of the vortex and fell into the darkness.

The golden light disappeared instantly.

Yan Zhao song did not panic, but also fell to the darkness of the sea.

As soon as you enter the darkness, Yan Zhaoge feels that time and space are changing, and he seems to cross a threshold and enter another world.

"Similar to the situation when I was looking for the mysterious purple gold furnace..." If you think about it in your heart, Yan Zhaoge stabilizes himself and walks through the darkness with Ahu and Panpan.

When the day is reappearing, it is a somewhat broken scene.

In the world of one foot, the aura is not exhausted, but it is difficult to figure out the confusion.

This world is not big, and the situation is somewhat similar to the secluded Mausoleum of the past, but it exists for a cave house.

Looking at the sights in front of you, the years have really been very far away, such as the water time washed away, no longer look old.

Seeing this appearance, you can be sure that it is a legacy of the predecessors, and the host family has fallen.

Even if there is no degeneration, I have already left without knowing how long I have never returned.

Yan Zhaoge even suspected that it was the same as the foreign space where the former residence of the cranes and scattered people was. It existed before the great destruction. A big burst, although it did not completely collapse, it was also plagued by disasters.

His Zhao Ge looked around and did not find the traces of the previous tripods and his eyes appeared to be in other places.

In the distance, the mountains and mountains are hidden in the white mist. It looks quite dusty, but it is difficult to see the bottom.

It’s just that there is a Taoist presence in the white mist.

Yan Zhaoge took the lead and walked to the Taoist Temple.

Walking and walking, I found the difference here. Walking through the white mist, space and time are different.

Yan Zhaoge walked in it, only feeling that he never seemed to be close to the Taoist temple, but turned around in place.

He shook his head, and there were vague red swords flashing in his eyes.

Under the smashing of the empty sword, the white fog suddenly spread out.

At this time, the road will suddenly become smoother. Yan Zhaoge will go to the mountain along the way, and between the two, he will go to the front of the road.

Yan Zhaoge stood in the footsteps and saw the plaque fading outside the gate of the Taoist temple, covering it in the dust.

Breathing, the dust spread, revealing the mottled board, three words on the book: "Zong Yuanguan."

"I don't have any impression..." Yan Zhao whispered to himself.

Was it built up after the great destruction, or was it a person who could not be seen before the great destruction?

Before the great annihilation, the forces of the various gates of the heaven and earth, and the collection of the heavenly shrine collection, almost all included in the collection.

Only Sanqing rumors have exceptions. Although most of them are passed down, the Heavenly Shrine is also known, but there are always people who can't avoid the world and do not know the existence.

Yan Zhao sings in the heart of the movement, walked to the left from the front of the Taoist temple, and after a long distance, stood in the mountains and looked down.

Seeing this direction, halfway up the mountain, there is a golden light flashing, hidden in the white mist, as if rising in the sun.

It is the people of the three-legged mountain.

The other party's speed of travel, apparently did not have the Yanzhao songs that were trapped in the sword, so that they were sent by Yan Zhaoge.

The people of Sanjiaoshan looked up at the Taoist temple and immediately saw Yan Zhaoge and Ahu standing next to the Taoist temple.

Their faces suddenly changed.

Unfortunately, although the distance between them seems not far, but under the influence of white fog, it is like the end of the world. (To be continued...)