History’s Strongest Senior Brother

After Yan Zhaoge glanced at the three-legged mountain, he turned and returned to the front of Zongyuanguan.

"After the predecessors planted trees, people took advantage of the cold. I don’t know which predecessor’s legacy, Yan Zhaoge offended."

Yan Zhaoge pushed the door and entered the view. I saw an old tree. Although it was not huge, the shape was old and the branches and leaves were already sparse.

Although it still carries a bit of greenery, the trunk is afraid that it is already hollow.

"Zusang tree." Yan Zhao song nodded slowly.

This is a different kind of spiritual tree, the leaves have a fragrance, and the warrior sits under the tree to practice, so that it is easy to save the spirit.

Yan Zhaoge once heard that Mu Jun had mentioned that today's upper bounds still have this tree to be cultivated.

However, in front of this ancestral mulberry tree, Yan Zhaoge roughly judged that the age of the tree is already over 10,000 years.

The time flow of this Dongfu, in terms of the upper boundary of the border, is slower.

In this way, this ancestral mulberry tree may be born before the great destruction.

Then this Yuanguan Dongfu, already thought of coming before it was destroyed, already existed.

I don’t know if my master is killed because of the great destruction, or for other reasons.

Yan Zhaoge and Ahu and Panpan entered the main hall of the Taoist temple, but they did not see the statues of the gods of the Sanqing ancestors, but they were empty.

As they entered, the space in front of the hall immediately changed.

Suddenly, the sky was yellowed in the temple, covering the heavens and the earth.

It is a self-contained world that can evolve the image of everything.

The original owner is no longer there, but after many years, but still can produce all kinds of wonderful, amazing.

The yellow dust storm, fierce, is no less inferior to the black konjac in the wilderness.

That grain of gravel, such as spar.

But just one grain is enough to pierce the flesh of the Wu Shengqiang.

Sandstorms can hit people into sieves.

Among the horror, the strength of Yan Zhaoge, if it is not resisted, it is quite hard to resist the body, and it may not be better.

"The son, the original owner of this place, repaired into a realm before his death, afraid of being extremely high, do not know where it is?" Ahu licked his mouth.

Yanzhao songs showed up swallowing the sky, a shot of the sword, the mouth opened, and the bronze ancient sword flashing black light rose from it.

The evil sword started, and Yan Zhao’s sword was stunned. The fierce black light suddenly turned into a black hole and swallowed the yellow sand in front of him.

The yellow sand is from all directions, mixed with strong hurricanes, smashing the void and resisting the suction of the black hole.

Although some of the sand was swallowed up by the black hole, there were many obstacles that crossed the black sword and still attacked Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao’s songs don’t change color, and the top of the head has a golden light.

The sun is printed, suspended at high altitude, and the golden light falls down, blocking the remaining wind and sand.

The Yanzhao singer swayed in the evil spirits, and the fierce black sword light was attacked.

The swordsmanship of the sacred swords of all things is destroyed, and the changes are incorporated into them, making the edge of the evil swords more fierce, breaking the sand and opening the road.

Yan Zhaoge re-walked and said: "If I don't expect it, the former owner of this Dongfu is at least a strong person who has already pushed the fairy door. It is hard to say the specific strength realm."

If this is not the case, it will not be possible for so many years to pass, and the erosion of time will have such a strong effect.

Ahu suddenly looked at the light: "The son, will it be like the Mingling Mausoleum, there is a fairy soldier?"

Yan Zhaoge replied while he was on the road, and replied casually: "The possibility is not great. The original owner did not die here, but he never left after leaving. It was fallen and fell."

"Normally, it’s important to carry it with you."

It is accidental and very rare to see the case of a black ancestor refining evil swords.

Ahu scratched his head: "That son, you want to come here to find too clear and pass the school, isn't it hope?"

Yan Zhao said: "That is not the case. Look at the appearance outside the courtyard. There is more than one person living here. The original owner should have a disciple to teach, and if they can find their place, they may have something to gain."

"That is." Ahu nodded and looked at the yellow sand that was gradually clarified by Yan and Zhao. He couldn't help but grin: "You, the son, you opened the way, and it will be convenient for people who come to Sanlushan to come in later."

Yan Zhaoge said indiscriminately: "It doesn't matter, let them come, the shortcut may not be first, and the person can live. If you have done one, it's all right, it's not my opponent, it's convenient for me." so what?"

As I said, the wind and sand suddenly dissipated.

But there are strange rivers, appearing in front of them, the river rushing and whistling, facing the Yan Zhao songs!

Yan Zhao songs kept on foot, still guarding the body with the radiance of the sun, and then the evil swords stayed in the attack, Jianguang everywhere, swallowing the river.

However, the river is obviously unusual.

Yan Zhaoge actually felt the evil sword in his hand, and he was heavy.

And, getting more and more heavy!

"The water of the river?" Yan Zhao song stunned.

Legend has it that there was a river before the ruin, named Shenhe, as the name suggests, the river is extremely heavy, although only one drop, it will be worth the weight.

The land can't be carried, and it only collapses in the underground.

Before the great destruction, there was a saying in the old saying: "There is a galaxy in the sky and a river in the ground."

It is the water of the river.

The owner of Zongyuan Guanyuan apparently took a small section of the water from the Shenhe River and moved to Dongfu.

"Although it is hard to live with me, it takes a lot of effort." Yan Zhao song licked his lips, and the evil sword in his hand converges and gradually condenses.

That point has never been heavier than ever, and it is even heavier than the water of the river.

On the black tip of the sword, a trace of white mans swallowed.

This time, the fierce sword means to break through the force, combined with the sword of the sacred sword, forcibly smashing the river in front of Yanzhao song, so that he can continue to move forward.

However, as a result, Yan Zhaoge’s progress has been slower.

When he smashed the river in front of him, the foreground of the eye changed again, but he gave birth to a golden flame.

These golden flames seem to be extraordinarily quiet, without the slightest violent feeling, but like a blossoming golden lotus.

"Wonderful fire Jinlian." Yan Zhao song raised his eyebrows slightly, keep pace, and move on.

As soon as he approached, the original seemingly quiet Jinlian burst into flames and turned into a boundless golden flame, engulfing Yanzhao songs.

Yan Zhaoge punched forward and punched forward. The sun mark on the head no longer swayed the body, but it was strong and strong, and the frontal bombardment hit the golden flame.

The golden fire burst, and the sun was not hurt. Most of them were destroyed by the sun, but there was still a lot of fire, and they still sang to Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhaoge at this time, the evil swords turned and took up, black sword light swallowed everything, swallowed those involved in the golden fire.

He walked forward and broke a blooming lotus.

Going halfway, my heart suddenly moved.

Yan Zhao song turned and looked back, and sure enough, there was a golden daylight flashing behind.

A three-legged golden eagle came into view. 8