History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 214. Chapter 210 Chapter 210

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Shi Songtao was enthusiastic in treating people in the past, and he was very popular. Every year on the anniversary of his death, many old deceased came to worship, but everyone avoided the early morning tacitly.

Apart from Shi Tie himself, there are only a few direct disciples who will come to Shi Songtao’s tomb with him.

Yan Zhaoge came here deliberately, and Shi Tie naturally did not refuse.

After Yan Zhaoge and others offered incense to Shi Songtao’s family, Shi Tie said: “You are interested, go back and rest.”

Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei looked at each other, took Ahu, and left together.

Walking on the road, Yan Zhaoge turned around and saw Shi Tie’s figure, still standing there silently.

Xu Fei sighed, “Master is still blaming himself.”

Yan Zhaoge also sighed. As one of the few insiders, he knew what Xu Fei meant.

In the past years, Shi Songtao’s family of three died. Shi Tie actually had a chance to rescue, but the situation happened to be critical and the interests of the Guangcheng Mountain Zongmen were also seriously damaged. Among the people present at that time, only Shi Tie was able to stop it.

As a result, facing such a dilemma, Shi Tie finally chose to defend the sect as a whole, but in this way, his own descendants could not be saved, and eventually the white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

This is Shi Tie’s life regret. He has never been ashamed of the world, but he is ashamed of his relatives.

Even today, although the cloak mound has been erected, Shi Tie still has not given up his last hope. As long as he has the opportunity, he will go to the place of the year to explore. Hope that there is a possibility that Shi Songtao’s family can survive. I have seen their bones.

It is a pity that after five years, nothing has been gained, and the last hope is extinguished bit by bit.

Xu Fei murmured, “If you do it again, will Master make a different choice?”

He was talking to himself, and did not expect Yan Zhaoge to answer, Yan Zhaoge walked silently.

Xu Fei sighed, and then said: “Although sad, self-blaming, and guilty, it may still be the same choice, Master…”

Yan Zhaoge asked softly: “If it was Brother Xu, how would you choose between the responsibility you shoulder and your relatives?”

After a long silence, Xu Fei replied: “I don’t know. Maybe I have to face that moment before I can give the answer.”

Yan Zhaoge nodded, and the two stopped talking, and walked side by side. When they reached the branching road, they clasped fists and saluted each other, then bid farewell to each other and returned to their respective residences.

Back to his residence, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, calmed down, and settled his thoughts.

After a short while, Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes again and took out a golden talisman from his arms.

This golden talisman was obtained by Yan Zhaoge after killing the evil son of the fallen demon in the demon energy realm when Yan Zhaoge was in Qingzhe Lake.

Looking at the mysterious and complex lines on the surface of the golden talisman, Yan Zhaoge thought carefully: “It seems that it is a rather strange and uncommon character, and it should be something that appeared only after the great collapse.”

Yan Zhaoge smiled bitterly. Like the relic of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint, this kind of thing that appeared after the Great Destruction, compared to the current but relatively old thing, left him the most helpless, and it happened to be stuck in the weakest link of his knowledge reserve. .

However, Yan Zhaoge is also working hard to make up for his shortcomings in this area, looking at Jin Fu at the moment, it is not completely out of place.

“Some of them are like the characters in the far north, which are only circulated among a few local people?”

After Yan Zhaoge pondered for a while, he ordered his servants: “Go and give me the ancient texts and books circulating in the northern part of Jinzhou. You can get as many as you have. The older the better.”

Among the six continents of Leiyu, the northernmost area directly connected with the Arctic Sea is Jinzhou.

Soon, a black warrior sent what Yan Zhaoge wanted.

After spending time studying for a while, Yan Zhaoge gradually had counts in his heart, tapping the golden talisman lightly with her fingers, and tracing traces along the lines of the golden talisman with her fingertips.

Those traces stayed on the surface of the golden talisman for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge retracted his finger and looked at the lines of the golden talisman that tended to be complete, and slapped the last palm on the golden talisman.

The golden charm suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, turned into a little bit of fluorescence, and disappeared.

Upon seeing this, Yan Zhaoge showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then saw the little golden light flying, condensing but not dispersing, turning into a cloud of light mist, floating in the air.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, as if a long whale was sucking water, all of the mist was inhaled by him.

For a moment, Yan Zhaoge’s heart and lungs felt smoky.

With Yan Zhaoge’s current cultivation realm, all the internal organs in his body have been tempered for thousands of times.

The feeling of discomfort was only momentary, and then disappeared very quickly.

Looking inside his body, Yan Zhaoge saw a little golden light constantly flying, and evenly applied to the surface of each bloodline, as if to plate a layer of gold on the bloodline in his body.

It is the smallest and most slender blood vessel, no exception.

Yan Zhaoge breathed calmly, and while the blood was circulating, the blood flow was like hot lava, making a heavy roar.

After the Gang Qi revolved thirty-six days after the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yan Zhaoge received his power, and the faint golden light on his skin was fleeting.

Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge stroked his chin: “Some things seem to be on the agenda.”

Thinking of this, the Yan Zhao singer waved, and a few brilliance flashed, hanging in the air, but they were inferior spirit soldiers.

Chongshan Armor, Fenhua Sword, Suo Lan Sword, Radiant Wheel, Purple Thunder Sword, Flying Thunder Sword.

Except for the middle-grade Lingbing Youling Wave Knife, and Yan Zhaoge’s own treasured spirit sword Bilong, the existing low-grade spiritual soldiers of Yanzhao singer head are basically here.

Speaking of it, all are the signature weapons of the core ancestors of other holy sites.

The original owners of these spirit soldiers were Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Xie Ziyi, Xiao Sheng, Yan Shan, and Lin Zhou.

Just this list, and this piece of spiritual weapon, is enough to make other warriors of the same generation astonished.

If Yanzhaoge opened an exhibition of his trophies, it is estimated that a lot of people would vomit blood.

Taking Yanzhaoge’s current cultivation base, at the same time, basically can only mobilize a low-grade spirit weapon. The extra one can either be replaced or used as a hidden weapon. The explosive force damage is caused by the disconnection. The enemy, or the wise soldiers that pin down the opponent.

There are too many spirit soldiers to directly kill the opponent. This is not just a joke.

After Yan Zhaoge reaches the realm of Grand Master, these spirit soldiers can be used at the same time.

However, Yan Zhaoge has other ideas, although at his own pace of progress, the Grand Master is not far away.

After thinking for a while, Yan Zhaoge tapped his finger lightly, and took back Chongshan Kai, Huiri Wheel, and Flying Thunder Knife, leaving only the Fen Hua Jian, Suo Lan Jian and Zijin Thunder Sword.

Then Yanzhao singer flipped his palm, and there was an extra bamboo branch in his palm.

A section of dark green, faintly flashing purple bamboo branches.

Turning on the inner crystal furnace, Yan Zhaoge threw the bamboo sticks and three low-grade spirit soldiers into it together.