Chapter 615: Latecomers (1)

In the sacred Shenzhou, Yan Yanjun took a few heavenly angels and marched carefully along a purple-golden ramp.
Along the way, from time to time, there is a dark golden light flashing in the ramp. Yan Yanjun holds a golden crystal ball of a human head size. There are countless runes flashing inside, which outlines a mysterious array of images, and occasionally spurts out. A strange light.
In the crystal ball, where the light of the gods passes, the dark golden light that emerges in the martyrdom is like a tumbling of snow. The sorrows of the martyrdom are more and more low-pitched, and it is obvious that all kinds of martial arts are heard. The defense ban was stopped by the crystal ball in a very short period of time.
Followed by this dark golden ramp in the middle of the sacred Shenzhou, it traveled thousands of miles, and a metal gate with a thousand feet in front was in sight. The dark golden door with a width of a hundred feet shines with glazed light. The complex is engraved with a complex star map. Countless tiny stars are slowly flowing with a small stream of light. After a long time, it will cause people a burst of headache.
Yan Yanjun waved his hand, and the two gods who had sixteen pairs of wings were stopped, turned around, pulled out the sword, and put up a posture that was strictly guarded against death and strictly prohibited by anyone.
Yan Yanjun took the rest of the heavens and carefully came to the front door. He used the golden crystal ball to sway toward the gate. The golden crystal ball flew up, and the inside spouted countless tiny lights falling on the gate. On the top, a small light and a small star on the door touched the door, and the entire door spurted a dazzling light.
After a full hour, the huge portal opened, and a group of rich purple gold rushes out of the gate, and more and more unpredictable light shines out.
Yan Yanjun and a few gods will wait outside the door for a while, Yan Yanjun lightly sighed, one of the heavens will wave a big sleeve, flying from his sleeve a height of about eight feet, only one pair behind The wing, the heavenly soldier with extremely weak breath.
The sky screamed, and the expressionless, double-numbing Tianbing patted the wings and flew into the gate.
After a while, Yan Yanjun showed a satisfied smile and carefully walked into the door. The golden crystal ball flew up and floated in the hundreds of feet above his head, releasing a dazzling golden light to illuminate the huge hall behind the door.
This is a magnificent hall with a radius of hundreds of miles. There are hundreds of high-rise glass towers ranging from hundreds of feet to hundreds of feet. There are countless stars flashing in each high platform. Looking closely, every small star has contained countless tiny spots.
The ceiling of the main hall is even more radiant. A complex and wide-ranging star map flutters rapidly on the ceiling. If these stars are really illusory, when the starlight rotates, the air in the hall will be screaming. A stock of giants surged in the void, and Yan Yanjun and several heavenly bodies swayed, and they actually struggled to stand firm.
"Oh, it’s the time to stay in the Shenzhou, and this is the main control of the hall. It’s like a horror!" Yan Yanjun used the word 'shocking' to describe the hall. He looked around. For a while, I walked towards a high platform at the heart of the main hall.
Along the way, there were many dead bodies lying on the ground.
Like the entities that Chutian saw on the upper deck, these bodies have undergone numerous years of baptism but have not changed. They look like life, but they are not living a little bit.
Yan Yanjun turned a blind eye to these bodies. He went straight to the top of the high platform with a height of a thousand feet, and immediately vacated and landed on the high platform.
On the top of the high platform, a purple gold crown on the top of the head, wearing a purple-gold robes, a noble and dignified middle-aged man with wide eyes and a twisted face sitting there. Twelve long swords of varying lengths pierced his body from all sides, and the sinuous long sword spurted a chain of condensed lines, as if numerous snakes were smashing in his body.
However, these long swords are not really fatal injuries. They have taken away the life of this middle-aged man. It is a transparent hole from his back to his eyebrows.
"Theft is a sneak attack! Moreover, it is a sneak attack by the trust that I trust." Yan Yanjun carefully approached the body of this middle-aged man. He looked at the wound on the head of the man. "啧啧" sighed: "One hit must Kill, didn't give it... No, only gave him the last time he was desperate."
The middle-aged man's hands clasped a broken black crystal scepter, and a wave of horrifying horror undulations continued to emerge from the broken scepter. Countless years have passed, and the residual smell in this scepter still makes Yan Yanjun feel chilly.
Unexpectedly, when the scepter was broken by the middle-aged man at the last minute, how horrible the sudden burst of power was.
The corpses in the entire hall, which are amazing and experienced in countless years, are completely destroyed by the last fight of this middle-aged man.
"Looking at this scene alone, you can imagine the scene of that year. It is really..." Yan Yanjun looked at the middle-aged man, and his face flashed a touch of greed: "Oh, I can become a vain at that time." The controller of Shenzhou, the identity of this guy can be imagined, hey, I don’t know what good things will be in him!"
Shaking his head, forced the greed of his heart, Yan Yanjun went to the man and looked at the jade pillars on the high platform.
The top of each jade column is inlaid with a purple gold crystal ball. There are countless stars flashing in it. There are even large runes and handwritings in the starlight. Every moment there are countless pieces of information in the crystal ball. The rapid surge.
Yan Yanjun took a deep breath and then pressed one of the palms in the middle of the largest crystal ball.
Yan Yanjun's body violently twitched. He seemed to be flipping his eyes like an electric shock, his lips shaking wildly, and his mouth could not help but utter a sound of ‘oh oh oh’.
After a quarter of an hour, Yan Yanjun, who was constantly squirting blood in his nostrils, slammed back his right hand and squatted back a few steps. He almost sat down in the arms of the middle-aged man.
"Yes, that's it. With that thing, the fleet that fled from the skyless days... Unfortunately, this virtual sword is not the flagship, and things should be kept in the flagship." Yan Yanjun is pleased Laughing: "However, it’s not difficult to find the flagship by escaping the seventeen sacred gods."
Yan Yanjun's dough became red, and suddenly there was a striking light pattern under the skin. He bit his teeth and screamed with a fist. "As long as you find that thing, hey, now the situation of the three tribes... is my spirit. The family is the only one... just find it..."