: 551. The evil of the door is broken (3 more)
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History’s Strongest Senior Brother
- August Eagle
- 1426 characters
- 2021-01-31 11:52:40
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Under the influence of Yan Zhaoge, Qian Qiancheng felt that he could not lock up his life and was absorbed by the Kowloon.
Qian Qiancheng looked at Yan Zhaoge, but found that Yan Zhaoge himself, the phenomenon of the passing of life, has been suppressed.
He found that the situation was completely out of his control.
The Kowloon Throwing Festival is still going on, and the gantry below is slowly opening as expected.
But the main body of the sacrifice is already him and is no longer the North Ming avatar of Yan Zhaoge!
The final result of the ritual will be his vitality, and all sacrifices will be given to the instrument, while Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming will enjoy the success!
In the eyes of Qian Qiancheng, the light flashed, and he immediately took the initiative to eliminate the phantom changes, began to accumulate strength, and targeted the Yan Zhao song.
Seeing the appearance of Qian Qiancheng, who is ready to fight, Yan Zhaoge is not anxious, and begins to consume with Qiancheng.
When the enemy entered, I retired, and the enemy retreated me.
Yan Zhao Ge did not intend to go to the city with the help of Bei Ming.
Since Qian Qiancheng prepared this Kowloon swallowing ceremony to open the Dragon Gate, Yan Zhaoge was naturally happy.
I have to open the road to the Thousand Cities as a stepping stone. Of course, I am not interested, but let Qian Qiancheng open the way for myself as a stepping stone. Yan Zhaoge definitely smiles and agrees, and is not afraid to lend a helping hand to help Qiancheng complete its glorious mission.
Yan Qiancheng looked at the Yanzhao song that was still overbearing in the past moment. At this time, he suddenly became slippery and couldn’t keep his hands. For a time, he couldn’t feel funny, only a burst of chill came to his heart.
As time went by, the Kowloon Throwing Festival continually swallowed the vitality of the Thousand Cities.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Qian Qiancheng and said faintly: "It is true that some people are smart, and they are thousands of cities. You are not dead in my hands, but are dead under your own calculations."
Qian Qiancheng made the last whistling, and with his whistling, the lower gantry was finally opened under the nine black dragons!
And the evil sacred sacred city, one of the top three martial arts strongmen in the world of the world, is gradually aging and decaying. In this lost abyss, it gradually sinks.
A generation of Wu Sheng, by Yan Zhaoge with the special environment of the Longmen Abyss, lived and died.
He died in sorrow.
Yan Zhaoge merged with Bei Ming, and then saw the nine one-eyed black dragons together to make a mighty long squat, and the figure no longer hovered in the abyss, but thought of rushing over.
The gantry below slowly opens, and there is endless brilliance.
"Well? Is there such a change?" Yan Zhao’s heart was tight, and Bei Ming took him and quickly let him go.
The nine one-eyed black dragons broke through the sea together, and the dragon tails followed the road and the light flow followed, rushing out of the abyss, passing through the sea, breaking the sea and rushing into the sky!
Yan Zhaoge also looked at this scene with some shock, watching the abyss still collapse, and then the gantry slammed, and then closed again, and then rose from the ground.
Nine tossing black dragons, as if they were turned into dragons, dragged on the last gantry, like a dragon tail.
The large flow of light in the middle of the hole is like a dragon.
At this moment, it seems that there is a vast sky, a huge light dragon beyond the imagination of people, flying out of the lost sea, the head looks like a mountain, the body is like a river.
The light dragon cut through the sky, aimless, and after a hover in the sky, it slipped toward the distance.
Yan Zhaoge chased it out from the bottom of the sea, and looked at the dragon. The tail was still left in the sea, but the dragon head had already crashed into another sea!
The northeast of the sea is the mainland.
The landform of the Bohai World is dominated by the sea, but there are also mainland China. There are some ancestral gates that open up the mountain on the mainland.
The place adjacent to the lost sea is one of the six evil demons. The scope of the Leihuang faction lies.
Leihuang sent the mountain gate, Jiamaoshan Leihuofeng, a group of Leihuang sent military people gathered together, is constantly discussing and negotiating.
The head of the "Red Lei King" Yu Hui went to Xing Luohai to participate in the siege of Yan Zhao song. He was injured and returned. He has just returned to the mountain gate to retreat. He must first stabilize the injury.
Lei Huang sent everyone to be shocked and embarrassed.
The killing of Yan and Zhao songs is not possible. The Lei Huang faction is also associated with Yan Zhaoge. Liang Qihui is hurt. If Yan Zhao songs are chasing the door, the Lei Huang faction needs to have a response.
"As long as you keep the mountain gate, it is the son of the surname Yan who has a martial arts avatar, but why not."
"He is not good at attacking the mountains. It may be raging outside the Thunderfire Peak, which will cause a lot of damage."
"Contact other magical sects. When everyone takes a shot, they can annihilate him. He wants to seek revenge. We may just be able to lay a trap."
"After the evil saints, the dragons and the horror islands, after breaking the blood dragons, they are now going to the Crystal Palace, afraid that they will not come back."
The crowds expressed their opinions one after another, and the elders who had headed for the first time waved their hands: "After the treatment of the lord, he will make the final decision. Now, he will fully guard and inform the disciples to go back to the mountain to prevent the Yan Zhao song from catching up..."
As he was talking, he suddenly changed his face.
The retreat is even more a "bang", and Hui Hui directly rushes out of it.
Some of the lower-ranking Leihuang martial artists were still at a loss, and they saw the high-ranking and powerful people in the Zongmen fled to the mountains.
Almost did not leave much time for them, the horrible light dragon descended from the sky, directly hitting the thunderstorm peak!
During the time, the Jiamao Mountains were devastated, and the Thunderfire Peak was directly leveled by the forces of terror, leaving a huge basin in place.
The long mountain range collapses and shatters, and the gullies on the earth are thousands of miles wide.
The entire continent is violently oscillating, as if it were to be broken into pieces.
The warriors of the Zongmen, such as Wan Jianchi, who are on the road, are all awkward, and it is completely unclear what happened. The world is like a sign of a catastrophe.
The light dragon hit the ground and rushed into it. The light flow quickly disappeared. Only the huge gantry at the end of the dragon was hit by the impact on the ground and landed at the bottom of the basin.
The dust is filled, the sandstone is full of the sky, and when it gradually subsides, there is only one huge basin left in the original place, and the center of the basin is inlaid with a white bone.
Yan Hui looked at the foreground with a dull look, stiffly turned his neck and glanced around, and found his own Lei Huang faction, and only a few of the top masters of the great master escaped to heaven.
Others were destroyed along with the mountain gate.
One of the six evil demons, the Leihai faction of the Holy Land level in the Bohai World has been almost smashed by the fly!
Yan Zhaoge and Bei Ming split into the abyss, chasing after the light dragon, and heading northeast.
Seeing the scene where the light dragon hit the earth, Yan Zhaoge was a bit dazed: "Is it true that I don’t know if there will be such a result? His method is too pitted."
"The direction of the light dragon seems to be related to the circulation of the world of the Bohai Sea, but I don't know who is unlucky?"
Yan Zhao song out of the lost sea, to identify the direction, the face can not help but some strange: "It seems to be the place of the Lei Huang faction?" (to be continued.)