History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1850. Chapter 1803 1802. Cutting the fairy court!

Yan Zhaoge has not used the Great You Ming Wheel for many years, but the Great You Ming Wheel has always been carried with him.

For today!

In the past years, he took the Canghua Divine Tree transformed by the legacy of Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin and returned to the sky. Yan Zhaoge promised in front of the Canghua Divine Tree to use the Great You Minglun transformed by the Great Emperor Yin Tianxia’s legacy to break it. The outsider who besieged him back then.

Now, it’s time for Yan Zhaoge to fulfill his contract.

Wang Guan, Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and other Xianting Daluo Tianxian were beside him, but Yan Zhaoge ignored them for the time being, and first picked out the people who had participated in the siege of Yin Tianxia.

Some of those who participated in the war were no longer alive, but now there are five people who are still alive.

Among the five people in front of him, Yan Zhaoge also saw the Snow Emperor who had a relationship in the past years.

It was the encounter with it that year that faintly touched the Great You Ming Wheel, allowing Yan Zhaoge to witness the last moments of the life of the former Youming Great Emperor Yin Tianxia through the Great You Ming Wheel.

Yan Zhaoge stared at them blankly.

The Great Nether Wheel rises and falls, and rises again after falling. It is steady and orderly without rush or slowness.

Between light and dark, there seemed to be a execution stand in the void.

The Big You Ming Wheel on the stage rises and falls, killing the five fairy court martial artists in front of Yan Zhaoge one by one!

On the boundary of Xian Ting, one after another jade lights rose up, criss-crossed and turned into magnificent pagodas, suppressing Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao Ge ignored it, just raised the Great You Ming Wheel high, and then smashed it down, killing the Xian Ting Martial Artist in front of him.

There are many auspicious clouds rising around his body, surrounding his body, isolating the jade rays of light.

At the same time, the canopy of Yan Zhaoge’s head reappeared, withstanding the depressed pagoda.

When the canopy revolves, the seemingly magnificent pagoda suddenly disintegrates.

After killing the Xuehuang and other five Xianting martial artists who participated in the siege of Yin Tianxia, the Yanzhao singers thrown away, and the Great You Minglun flew up in the air, hanging high in the Xianting, like a gloomy sun shining on the fairyland.

The person in the fairy garden has a chill in my heart.

The big ghost wheel seemed to open your eyes, witnessing what was happening at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge took another step and walked in the fairy garden.

Three thousand fairyland, tens of thousands of worlds at this moment seem to be broken beads, slipping from the fairy garden, and disappearing into the endless void outside.

With the walking of Yanzhaoge, the frontier of Xianting gradually collapsed, and it was difficult to maintain.

Yan Zhaoge is not embarrassed by the countless secular people in that side of the world.

Yan Zhaoge also ignored the lower-middle class martial artist with a lower cultivation level.

There are other people outside to settle and solve it.

But all the people in Xian Ting who have pushed open the fairy gate are all under the indifferent gaze of Yan Zhaoge.

Xianting Wonderland is 3000. Normally, it enshrines about twelve Daluo Tianxian, Taixu Yuanxian is about 72, Qingjing Xuanxian is about 216, and no leakage true immortal is about 720.

There may be a slight deviation in the number, but in general, it has remained at this level for a long time.

Previously successfully transformed the Nine Nether Demons, which further increased the number of Xian Ting powerhouses.

Although maintaining the current territory, there may not be enough incense and willingness to worship in the future, but the number of top powerhouses in the fairy garden that has transformed the demons has reached the highest ever, far exceeding the previous peak.

But at this moment, the number of immortals from the outside world loses its meaning.

Yan Zhaoge coughed slightly, and there were clouds of auspicious clouds around his body, like slices of fertile soil. From the fertile soil, the blue light surged, twitching branches and leaves, and giving birth to many towering trees.

“Mu Yao Sui Xing Shang Zun’s previous enmity, brother ropeway had already reported it, and he directly attacked Mu Yao Sui Xing Shang Zun’s opponent.” Yan Zhaoge looked around: “Today, I will make up another copy. Consolation ancestors.”

White flowers bloomed on the towering trees.

At the same time, there are heavy fruits on the branches.

However, this is not an ordinary fruit.

It is the existence of thunder and lightning!

The “zizizizi” electric current resounded through the sky, and the thunder and lightning beams flashed and flashed, expanding and contracting like breathing.

“The foreigner who caused the death of Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin in the past is still alive, and I am also married today by the way.”

In Yan Zhaoge’s eyes, the graceful purple and gold brilliance flickered, intertwined into a series of runes.

He glanced at the immortals outside the Dao, and his gaze paused slightly on four of them.

Those Xian Ting powerhouses are like falling into the ice cave.

The thunder and lightning “fruits” on the towering trees around Yan Zhaoge fell off the branches and leaves, and then smashed in all directions!

Including the four people he paid special attention to, Dao Qun Xian outside the court was swallowed by the bursting thunder.

One after another, I wish Libao’s light will disappear.

The terrifying sea of thunder light surrounds the Xianting Tiangong, like a doomsday catastrophe, slaughtering the immortals from the outside world.

“Although the ancestors and ancestors fell because of the appointment of the sword Buddha of the White Lotus Pure Land, I personally reported this hatred, but their lifelong wish is to get rid of the chaos and set things right.” Lei Hai separated, Yan Zhao Geta Traveling by electricity: “Yan also uses his two swords to pay tribute to his ancestors today.”

While talking, he raised both hands forward at the same time.

A sword light flew out of the palms of the left and right.

The two sword lights are as dazzling as they are, like a dragon, flying in the world, wandering in the fairy garden.

Wherever he went, blood flowed into a river.

A group of Xian Ting warriors, can’t stop, can’t stop, hide, can’t avoid.

Jianguang and Lei Ting were everywhere, invincible, and the immortals of the outer Dao were killed in large numbers.

Outside the fairy court, above the void, there was a faintly surging magical intent.

Although the Chaos Orb has not been seen, there is undoubtedly only Yuanshi Tianma that can appear here at this moment.

But at the same time, a white lotus was also looming, facing away from it.

In the future, Maitreya, the Buddha, will certainly be happy to see the destruction of Xian Ting.

He suffered a lot from the Jiuyou Bureau before, and now he is reluctant to make a move, and he will definitely lose to the Yuanshi Tianma, but he can also try to temporarily stop him.

Such a resistance is enough for Yan Zhaoge to kill!

The Yanzhao song at this moment reproduces the scene of the Great Sage Qitian attacking the Tianting Temple, and the power of one person conquered the Tianting Temple.

Although Xian Ting has been able to transform the demons, its manpower and strength have greatly increased, but at this moment, they are all destroyed by the hands of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge set foot in the magnificent heavenly palace. On top of his head, there was golden light crisscrossing, jade light interlaced, manifesting one pagoda after another, and palace after palace, joining forces to suppress him.

The magnificent large formations are layered on top of each other, forming a three-dimensional city, like a city of immortals, pressing against Yanzhao Ge.

Yan Zhaoge made a fist with one hand and punched upwards.

The city was shattered!

He stared at the pavilions and pavilions of Xianting Tiangong, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

The white wave of air swept forward like a tsunami, pushing the magnificent palace in front of Yan Zhaoge.

Many halls collapsed one after another, looking from a distance, as if the wind was blowing wheat waves.