: 492. If you dare to give you a picture, there is a way to cure you.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Huang Guanglie, and his mouth slightly evoked: "You are looking for the backing in the upper boundary. The eight great worlds are in their eyes. It is like a temporary courtyard. They need an obedient and The guards of ability, to be their spokesperson, to help them take care of this world.
"You are a great saint, because they have made contact with them, so they have the first chance, and they do not hesitate to give you some benefits."
"But if you can't make it, the mud won't help the wall, and the other person doesn't mind changing to a more capable agent."
"In the final analysis, it doesn't matter who the agents are. What matters is that they can guarantee their interests in the eight great worlds."
"Of course, it is better to use it if you are not familiar with it. If the potential and strength of the exhibition are similar, the other side will naturally prefer you."
"But you need to prove yourself and deserve to be valued."
Yan Zhao song spread the palm of his hand and smiled: "I don't think it's all right, but it should be a big difference?"
When Huang Guanglie heard the Yanzhao song mentioning the upper bounds, his expression changed slightly: "You also know the existence of the upper bounds?"
His expression quickly returned to normal, his eyes glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di's father and son: "Your father and son are indeed geniuses."
"The old man had felt that this time with the sorcerer, the battle of the nine secluded, may be a huge opportunity."
"But before Yan Di's sacred sacredness, before you can show such a strong battle in the mountains, you must say that the old man really did not expect that this opportunity will be the last chance."
"Although I don't want to admit it, but if I don't solve it with the sorcerer, I will be sacred."
Huang Guanglie’s calm eyes finally fell on Yan Zhao’s song:
I will solve it first, so as to avoid endless troubles. Today, you grow faster than Yan Di.

"Where things are unfavorable to my holy things, there is a shadow behind you, you can't stay."
As he said, Huang Guanglie’s palms were lifted up, and the golden light was overwhelming, covering the Yanzhao song.
Yan Zhao's songs don't change color, and his posture is leisurely: "Huang Guanglie, you are a high-level martial arts master, and you are quite insightful in the martial arts."
"But my Taiyi breaks through, do you think you are so easy to figure out?"
Yan Zhao song chuckled: "Why don't you understand? If you dare to give you some pictures, there is a way to cure you."
The voice did not fall, the Taiyi broke through the smashing, and the golden phantom that replaced Huang Guanglie’s position was gradually invaded by white light!
The original golden light and shadow, then quickly turned white!
Seeing that Yan Zhao’s song is calm, Huang Guanglie’s heart rises strongly and is uneasy.
But before he had the next move, he was now covered with a layer of white light.
Huang Guanglie’s heart was moved, and he wanted to force himself to break away from the squad and break out of the lineup.
However, under the white light flashing, his body shape has been moved, and he has been dragged back to the core pivot position.
The phantom that has turned into white, merged with Huang Guanglie's body, and the white chain is wrapped around him, pulling him down with the white light world to the entrance of the boundary channel in the center of the fire below!
Huang Guanglie screamed and the golden sun shone in the whole body, but under the action of the big array, Jinguang turned into white light and became part of the power of the formation.
From the beginning to the end, Yan Di looked calm and said indifferently: "Huang Guanglie, don't forget, I am the leader of this line."
Yan Zhaoge looked at Huang Guanglie, and the smile turned cold: "We will slowly settle accounts in the future. Now, as you said, concentrate on it and honestly deal with the evil spirits."
Huang Guanglie glanced at Yan Zhao's song deeply, as if to engrave his appearance in the marrow.
The old man of the ink and the Song are infinite, and the look is somewhat complicated. The old man of the ink is slightly fascinated, while the face of Song’s infinite change is continuously changed, and the state of mind is not affected.
His expression is slightly weird: "If you follow the name of your surname, Huang, the people in the upper bounds will not tolerate the nine secluded and the sorcerer's unscrupulous destruction of the eight great worlds. When things reach an irreparable level, they may Shoot?"
Huang Guanglie said nothing.
Song Wuliang said in his mouth: "And don't mention how they shot, if it can do it, then what do we all do now, all sacrifices, what is the point?"
Yan Zhao song said indifferently: "It makes sense to be natural. The other side cares that this world should not be destroyed by the nine secluded true devils and the evil spirits. But who died during this period, they may not be in their hearts."
"It’s still an old saying that life is not as good as it is. For the big day, they may not be able to help, but for others, it is not necessarily."
"The other party may hope to harvest some talents from the Eight Great World, let them earn income, and strengthen themselves. I hope that they can collect some of the eight great worlds with potential and strength, break through the three realms of Wusheng, join them and enhance their strength."
"But such people are only a handful after all."
"But for us, there are many people who don't want to lose."
Song Wuliang heard the words, silently nodded, his position in the blue sea city, sandwiched between the region and the East and the Overseas Sea, the most directly threatened by the nine secluded and the evil spirits.
Before the impact of the upper bounds, I calm down at this moment, Song's infinite state of mind has been re-established, it is natural to think that people live in the world, after all, rely on themselves.
The warrior he cultivated in this way, his heart has always been firm, and the attack brought by the news of the upper bounds has shaken his mood. There are few ideas of giving birth to weak dependence. At this moment, the mind is re-established, and the previous thoughts are gone.
Yan Zhao song looked up to the sky.
Huang Guanglie was dragged back into the battle. Under the operation of Taiyi, the aura of the golden light on his head was also wiped out.
The seemingly unknowable place in the sky disappeared.
But shortly after the disappearance of this aura, the Scorpio suddenly swayed, and there was another brilliance that shot into the sky.
The Yanzhao song smashed into a hole, and now it is outside the Taiyi breakout array, and there is an identical golden light flying.
The golden light actually crossed the Taiyi breakout and re-created as a glory to cover Huang Guanglie.
The light column rises to the sky and breaks through the sky again!
The unknowable place, and the figure between the two worlds, appeared again.
Under the glory, Huang Guanglie shouted, and it was difficult to take the opportunity!
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a dark head. When he looked up, he saw Yan Zhao song appear next to the aura. Then he held a small black incense burner in his hand and directly put his hand into the aura.
The mighty, mysterious and infinite aura, this moment is like a hundred rivers into the sea, flying into the black incense burner!
Yan Zhao song bowed his head and looked at Huang Guanglie at the height of his face. He smiled and said: "When you rule, you will cure you. Let's be honest." (To be continued.) 8