History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1511. Chapter 1478 Chapter 1477. There is no bottom, no limit

The speed at which Yan Zhaoge’s cultivation base improved, shocked Yun Zhengdao.

In addition to improving the speed of cultivation, Yan Zhaoge’s strength is even more impressive.

Taoist Yun Zheng asked himself, if he was not injured, under normal circumstances, he would clean up the two emperors and three emperors in this fairy garden, it would be nothing more than a simple effort.

But he knows very well that Yan Zhaoge’s strength is just the tip of the iceberg.

If the two of them played against each other, the Taoist Yunzheng, who had already had four qi gangs together, would really not be confident that he could resist the Yan Zhaoge who had first ascended the Xuanxian realm and two qi gangs.

According to common sense, in most cases, the higher the cultivation level, the closer the strengths of the strong at the same level will be to each other.

Because the strong man who can get to the high position, any of them are the outstanding ones who have been eliminated and rushed out by thousands of troops.

When they were young, who wasn’t a genius with amazing talents, a generation of arrogance?

In the fairyland, there are indeed strong and weak points among the mighty masters of the same realm.

But that is a relatively small number of existence after all.

And like Yan Zhaoge, who always maintains the same realm of opponents and almost completely overlooks the existence, it is even the minority of the few.

What’s especially worrying is that he seems to never see the bottom…

Taoist Yun Zheng is such a well-informed and well-informed veteran who can’t help thinking at this moment: “Yanzhaoge, where is your limit?”

“It’s enough to leave one alive.” Yan Zhaoge turned his head and smiled at the crowd at this time: “What’s more, I am more interested in that they mentioned that there seems to be a heavenly monarch in the outer road nearby.”

While talking, he threw the Emperor Xian Ting who had his neck broken aside.

In the other hand, he still held the black dragon.

Although this black dragon was also a stubborn and stubborn generation, seeing a few of his colleagues died silently among the Yanzhao singers, his momentum was also robbed of him, and he couldn’t speak for a while.

“You two, what have you found?” Yan Zhaoge looked at Kun Ningzi and Bai Tao.

After Bai Tao received the Kaiyuan Sword, he solemnly said: “It seems to be a clue left by Uncle Longshi.”

After all, he stretched out his hand and wiped it in the void.

A light screen-like existence appeared in the void, and a few complicated and mysterious runes were reflected on Guang Lan.

Yan Zhaoge glanced around, identifying and deciphering the meaning contained in these talisman.

Kun Ningzi stood by and looked at the opponent he had just fought hard, the black dragon that was captured by Yan Zhaoge back to its original shape and held it in his hand.

In the past years, in the Daomen universe, when Biyou Tian was confronted with the upper realm of the world, Taoist Yun Zheng warned them several younger generations, true celestial figures in the upper realm, especially to beware of the female emperor Xie Mingkong and later opened the fairy door. Chen Qianhua.

When you meet these two people, you will retreat as soon as you see it. It is not a shame, and it is not a last resort.

Looking back now, at the time, this warning could not be wrong.

Unfortunately, Taoist Yun Zheng didn’t expect that in the upper realm at that time, more amazing figures would soon emerge.

And the most terrifying one is Yan Zhaoge!

Living in an era with such a person, for any warrior with dignity and pursuit, compared to witnessing legends and honors, I am afraid that it is more depressing.

But as time went by, as the legend became more shocking, the depression in Kun Ningzi’s heart finally slowly dissipated.

“Envy won’t come, jealous won’t come, won’t chase…” Feeling Kun Ningzi’s gaze, Taoist Yun Zheng looked over and said with a smile.

Kun Ningzi sighed and nodded without saying a word.

“It is indeed Uncle Long!” Yan Zhaoge lifted his spirits.

After analyzing the meaning of the Xuan’ao Fulu, it can be determined that it was left by Long Xingquan.

With the help of the clues contained in Fulu, there is a certain hope to find the lost Long Xingquan.

The Taoists Yan Di and Yun Zheng next to him also came to their spirits: “Where?”

“Follow me.” Yan Zhao Ge’s sleeves were swept away, and he cleaned up the battlefield just now, leading the way first and leading everyone to the distance.

While walking on the road, he tried to inform Gao Qingxuan.

Although there are clues to search for Long Xingquan, it is not yet known when Long Xingquan left this clue, and the time and space outside the domain are complicated, and under the cross-folding, it may be the end of the world.

So Yan Zhaoge and others rushed to the road at full speed, and it took a long time before they made further discoveries.

The power fluctuation that shakes the world came from a space, and the movement was much greater than that of Kun Ningzi, Bai Tao and the others when they fought against the enemy.

The dark red sword light flashed on Yan Zhaoge’s body. With a flash, his speed suddenly increased by another level in an instant.

In the dark void in front of me, a radiant cloud gradually appeared.

In Tongyun, from time to time, a magnificent sword light illuminates, it seems ordinary, but when the sword falls, Tongyun will disperse a piece.

However, even though Tongyun dispersed, new ones were born soon and they were constantly filled.

The mysterious Dao Lun sound is endless, coming from the shining sea of clouds.

When Kun Ningzi and Bai Tao heard the sound of Dao Lun, their eyes suddenly became a little dull, as if they lost their focus.

That radiant cloud is clearly a vision created by a Yuanxian manifesting his own Yuanxian.

Dao Lun sound moved, affecting Xuanxian and suppressing warriors below Xuanxian.

“Sure enough, he is a heavenly monarch from the fairy garden.” Yan Zhaoge seemed unaffected, her figure shrouded in the dark red sword light, and continued to rush towards the opponent!

The master of Jianguang who was shrouded in Tongyun was Long Xingquan.

He was seriously injured because of the destruction of the Zhuxian formation at the beginning, but when he was performing swordsmanship, he was undoubtedly a different world than Bai Tao in the realm of the Supreme Martial Saint.

Rao was the Long Xingquan who was overwhelmed by the realm of Heavenly Sovereign of the Outside Dao, and still could not seriously hurt him.

Even if he hadn’t been afraid of Xuanxianxiangang in the five-qi dynasty, he would have to say two things about the result.

That is to say, relying on multiple conveniences, he has been fighting with Long Xingquan just now, not allowing him to get out.

He intended to wait for the reinforcements of the other strong from his own fairy court to arrive, but unexpectedly, it was a fierce god who was waiting.

“Uncle Longshi is self-cultivating his injuries. Don’t leave the root of the disease and hurt the foundation of vitality.” Yan Zhaoge said, eating two fingers standing side by side like a sword, fingertips flashing green, like a knife cutting tofu. Cut open the shining sea of clouds in front of you.

The magnificent sword light in the sea of clouds converged, and the figure of Long Xingquan appeared.

Although his face was pale and weak, Long Xingquan’s expression was still carefree, and he thought to ask: “How is the ending of the Devil of Wutu? What happened to your colleague?”

“The Demon of Wutu has gone into extinction again, Jun’er and the others have no life worry for the time being.” Yan Zhaoge also replied with a smile.

While talking to Long Xingquan, he stretched out his hands together, grabbed the shining cloud, and tore it abruptly to both sides!

As if tearing the hands of the sky, suddenly tearing the shining sea of clouds into shattered pieces of streamer.