History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1291. Chapter 1266 Chapter 1265. Collusion Together

Hearing the news of Bailujing, Emperor Song was a little surprised as expected.

But then he calmed down: “This old demon hasn’t appeared yet. If he really intervenes, I should speed up and solve the problem before he appears.”

Emperor Song’s Zhang Bu talked abruptly, but he said to the spirit of Nadan Temple: “Since you are born with wisdom, I am afraid that you know more about the white deer that was the Shou Xingjun’s mount back then.”

“Since the old demon hasn’t fallen under the great destruction, now so many years have passed, I am afraid that the cultivation base is more profound and terrifying, and your current situation may not be an opponent.”

“It’s better to simply join forces with me and deal with the old demon first.”

Pill Diandian Ling said coldly: “A clever tongue is like a spring.”

While speaking, there was a sudden vibration in the distant void, and someone approached here.

The visitors were two people, a young man with a white robe and a jade crown, and it was the “Little Sword God” Long Xueji who hadn’t seen him for a long time.

The other is Yan Zhaoge’s father, Yan Di.

The two of them apparently met by chance while groping for the path in the universe in the temple, and then simply walked together, all the way to this place.

Yan Zhaoge and others saw this and immediately greeted them together.

Everyone has seen the ceremony, and quickly announced the news at hand.

Yan Di and Long Xueji were also slightly surprised by the current situation.

The temple spirit gives birth to autonomous wisdom on the one hand, while the strong power led by the monster race is on the other hand.

“Since it doesn’t make sense with the temple spirit, it’s better to take advantage of his distraction by exercising the rituals, make a quick battle, and solve him first.” Long Xuejing said calmly: “Relying on the geographical advantage of the Dandian at that time, Try to contend against that white deer.”

Emperor Yun said: “The old way also has the same idea, but if it can’t be solved in a short time, it may be copied by the monster clan. Secondly, if the monster clan has colluded with this temple spirit, we are afraid now. The situation is already critical.”

“If they are really colluding, I’ll wait to be in this pill hall, and it will be too late to leave, so I might as well simply break the boat and concentrate on attacking a little bit first.” Long Xuejing said.

Yan Zhaoge pondered and said, “It’s not that you can’t give it a try.”

By guiding the observation of the Beiming clone on the side of the center, Yan Zhaoge can know that the outsiders who set foot in the alchemy hall have almost all entered the shadow-shrouded area at this moment.

Except for Yan Di who had already merged with him, Nie Jingshen, Yu Ye, and Yinghuoji were all not far away.

At the current distance, there may not be no way to think of Tiansu Temple Spirit.

It was the old deer that was the real problem.

Long Xueji didn’t say much, turned into a sword light, and flew towards the place where Song Emperor Zhang Buxu fought against him in the distance.

Emperor Yunzheng did the same thing.

The pill hall hall spirit is extremely powerful, but before he reincarnated in a human body, the level of reason seemed vague, and it was difficult to distinguish the definition from the realm of martial artist cultivation. The attacks of the two real immortal emperors could also pose a threat to him.

But the aftermath of Emperor Song’s battle with him is a threat to the warriors who have not opened the immortal gate.

Therefore, Yan Zhaoge, Yan Di, and He Mian stayed where they were, allowing Emperor Song and others to take action first, and then consider the follow-up.

At the same time, the spirits of the three of them spread outward, alerting the surrounding movement.

On the other side, the main attacker was still Zhang Buxu, but after Long Xuejing and Yun Zheng joined the Great Emperor, the pressure on the temple spirits also increased significantly.

After all, neither of these two can be measured by true immortals in the general sense.

While observing the surrounding conditions, Yan Zhaoge was also trying to perceive the situation of the Pill Palace Temple Spirit.

The ritual has been launched.

In this case, the temple spirit was besieged by Long Xuejing and the rituals were very likely to fail.

That being the case, what is the point of continuing to persist at this moment?

As Yan Zhaoge thought about it, he faintly felt wrong.

When the two sides fought to the heart, an astonishing brilliance suddenly burst out in the dark cosmic void where the distant drug store was located, as if a glorious day was rising in front of Yan Zhaoge and the others.

On the periphery of Guanghui, three black shadows flew around, like sunspots.

It was naturally the three of Long Xueji.

In addition to the familiar Long Xueji and Yunzheng the Great, there is also a middle-aged man with a handsome and elegant face.

The middle-aged man sat cross-legged in the void, with a piece of Yaoqin lying horizontally on his knees.

Between the fluctuations of the strings, one after another invisible sword energy flew across the sky and the earth, slashing towards the glorious day.

It is the seven-stringed sword of the Shang Qing Dynasty that the Emperor Song Emperor Zhang Bu’s imaginary name moved the world.

At this moment, he is doing the main attack, while Long Xueji and Yunzheng are assisting.

At this moment, the three great Qing sword repairmen set off an offensive, raging into the sky, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and the vast and fierce sword intent turned this area of the universe into death.

The light of the glorious day was faintly flickering, flickering and flickering.

In the brilliance, a figure appeared, and there were bursts of fragrance.

The aroma is not pungent, but it lasts forever.

Even if the battle between the two sides has been fought into nothingness and the universe is devastated, the fragrance still diffuses quietly, which is fascinating.

“Sure enough, the body was refined with a large number of elixir and the spiritual herbs and treasures stored in the medicine storehouse.” Yan Zhaoge knew it when he saw it.

But his eyes flickered slightly: “It’s just that there seems to be something wrong…”

While thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt that an extremely terrifying idea suddenly appeared in the nearby void.

It didn’t come from afar, and then quickly approached.

Rather, it seemed to rise suddenly in the same place. It had been nearby before, but there was no sign.

That terrifying idea almost made everyone present numb their bodies and tremble in their hearts.

With the exception of Emperor Song Emperor Zhang Buxu’s situation being slightly better, everyone else, whether it was Long Xueji, the Great Emperor Yunzheng who were taking the shot, or the Yanzhaoge three who were watching, felt that they were under heavy pressure, as if they could not move.

Everyone felt a little, and Huo Ran looked up together.

I saw an old man standing in the void with a yellow scarf on his head, a crane cloak, his face like a crown jade, and his beard floating under the blue beard.

He was holding a nine-sectioned withered vine-coiling dragon crutches in his hand, and he smiled and looked at everyone.

“Those who have already opened the fairy gate are basically here, right?” the old man asked leisurely.

Nadandian Temple Ling said coldly: “Yes, except for an impeccable immortal soldier who is free, everyone who pushes the immortal gate is here.”

The old man laughed and shook his head: “It’s less than the old man expected.”

Yan Zhaoge looked at the old man carefully, and the pictures deep in his memory came to mind.

The opponent is Shou Xingjun’s mount Bailu!

Before the Great Destruction, this old deer once entered the Tianting Shrine Collection Pavilion with Shou Xing. Although it was in the original form of the White Deer at the time, it was briefly transformed into a human form. Door secret method.

Therefore, Yan Zhaoge can recognize the identity of the other party at a glance.

And Yan Di, Yun Zheng the Great, etc., compared the image in ancient books and folklore, and guessed the identity of the old man.

Everyone’s attention at the moment is not even on that Panlong crutch.

Not because the crutch is inconspicuous, but because the old deer in front of him has made people cold all over his body.

Songhuang Zhang Buxu frowned, staring at the white deer spirit, his lips moved.

“Tianjun…”