: 739. Accompany me here.

Yan Zhaoge is not bad, Luo Zhitao and others, only one step away from the injury to the wall.
But this is the difference between this step, they are still blocked outside the upper bound.
The chaotic time and space overlap, and it seems that there are paths everywhere, but in fact, no matter which direction, the destination may be far away.
Only by finding the right path and stepping into the correct spatial level can you reach the place you want to go.
Just as Yan Zhaoge and Bai Ziming had wanted to find a big world in the past, they were equally suffering.
The Guangming Zong people, like Yan Zhaoge, also left a signpost in the upper bounds.
However, due to the influence of the Netherstorm caused by the fragmentation of the Ming Dynasty Emperor Mausoleum, they can distinguish the path, which is much more difficult than the Yan Zhao song with the big and beautiful wheel protection.
Finally, Tan Tan and others who contacted the upper bounds of the left-wing squad, under the circumstances of the outside world, tried to return with the injury of the celestial wall here.
As soon as the result arrived, the injury to the wall disappeared.
Presented in front of Luo Zhitao's group of people is a cloud of nothingness, as if to divide the real world and the illusory world.
They tried to enter the cloud, but found the cloud as an illusion, difficult to actually contact.
The injury to the wall is still not found, and the path to the upper boundary is also not found.
Although like a layer of tulle on the cover, Luo Zhitao can even see the faces of Yan Zhaoge, Kang, Tan and others.
Tan Hao said something to him loudly, but no sound came out. Luo Zhitao can only distinguish by mouth.
I saw Tan Hao pointing to Yan Zhaoge and said: "This is supposed to be the injury of the sky wall, but it is destroyed by this kid!"
Yan Zhaoge is also in the illusory cloud at the moment, and he is also half-real and difficult to move.
The whole person is like a small bug that is solidified by amber.
Not only him, but also the North Ming dynasty, including the Dragon Temple, has become this appearance. The same is true of Fengyun, Ahu, Xiaoai and Panpan in the hall.
Even in the deep collection of the Dragon Palace, the remaining real dragons have become illusory and faint, losing their physical form.
The only exception is the big secluded wheel and the sun seal. The two treasures are still the original appearance, quietly suspended in the illusory boundary.
In addition, a few sacred soldiers carried by Yan Zhaoge, together with the sacred swords of Feng Yunyi, who have not yet officially completed their hands, are also like theirs, losing their bodies, leaving only a shadow.
Yan Zhaoge was not shocked. He saw Luo Zhitao and others outside the illusory cloud and smiled and waved at them.
Whether it is Tan Hao and others who are imaginary in the cloud, or Luo Zhitao who is affected by the Netherstorm outside the cloud, they can't help feeling more depressed.
In particular, Luo Zhitao and his party, behind them, is a violent turbulent space.
They are outside the cloud, and even difficult to stay, they must be involuntarily robbed again.
At this time, the turbulent space of this place is much weaker than when the Ming Emperor Mausoleum was just broken.
As time goes by, the people of Guangmingzong will be weaker and weaker, and after all, there will be a day of successful escape.
However, Luo Zhitao, who is already exhausted, sees the hope that the door will open and close in front of him, and patience will reach the limit.
Luo Zhitao, whose face was blue, shouted, and a golden wheel appeared in his hand, and the sun was shining.
Looking at the treasures of the town of Mingzong, the top of the sacred soldiers, the sun and the moon are now only one day left, and Luo Zhitao’s heart is even more angry. The person who caused all of this is the Yanzhao song in front of him.
He urged the sun wheel, brilliance to protect itself, relying on the spiritual power, forcibly attached to the illusory cloud.
The position where the cloud group is in contact with the radiance of the sun, the space is constantly twisted, and there is a looming trend of returning to normal.
However, after all, the illusion cloud remains unchanged.
On the basis of this, Luo Zhitao firmly attached himself to this emptiness of the void, avoiding himself being voluntarily flown away from the time and space.
It is just the other bright and powerful people, but there is no such powerful treasure as the sun and the moon, which can only be swallowed up by the turmoil of time and space, watching the distance from the illusory clouds and away from the damage of the sky.
In the void, the roar of the masters of the Guangzong ancestors was one after another, full of resentment.
Luo Zhitao, the patriarch of the Guangzong sect, and Wu Shengliu, seeing the repair of the peak of the realm of the late period of the gods, can only clench his teeth.
Yan Zhao song in the fantasy cloud, smiled and looked at it all.
Mrs. Kang, Tan Wei and others have a heart to shoot, but they find that they are in front of their eyes and can’t do anything about it.
Everyone is in the cloud, they can only look at each other for a time, big eyes and small eyes, no one can help each other.
Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng, who were protected by Mrs. Kang, were amazed: "What is this all about?"
Mrs. Kang’s gaze gradually calmed down, and after a moment of indulgence, she said:
All things in the world have yin and yang, and there are also real and false, and the damage of the sky wall has changed. This space has become a virtual reality.

Kang Jinyuan's eyes wide open: "How can this be?"
"The ceremonial ritual that Yan Zhao Zhao was only motivated, there was a problem, and the last moment changed again. Not only did the sacrifice of the dragon corpse, but also the sacrifice of this emptiness." Kang’s face also showed an expression of incredulous expression: "This ritual I originally thought it was a blood demon ritual, but then it became a magical ritual."
"This is the magical method of the legend before the great destruction. Before the great destruction, it was extremely unfamiliar. How could this Yan Zhaoge know?"
Mrs. Kang took a sigh of relief: "I still underestimated him! Can you know so many of the meditations, is he really a descendant of the sun in the sun?"
Kang Jinyuan hated and said: "This is really too embarrassing, not to smash it, it is hard to eliminate the hatred!"
Mrs. Kang did not look at him with great enthusiasm: "You said, I told you all, don't intervene, you have to sacrifice the bleeding spell to break the empty cone, but it will be complete."
"I didn't sacrifice the bleeding spell to break the empty cone at the time. My mother would be besieged by him and the Guangming sect." Kang Jinyuan said with a neck and a voice.
Then his voice was a little lower: "Who knows this treacherousness to this extent..."
Mrs. Kang was upset and Kang Maosheng said at this time: "He should only be guided by the situation and try to find convenience for himself. In fact, his situation is also unfavorable. Now the situation is just like us, only to face the vortex, and also to resist."
"Although I don't know what he is going to do when he comes to the sky, but he can't do it now, and he is trapped here with us."
Kang Maosheng looked around: "The time is long, and other elders will come to us. Guangmingzong may also come. But this is Yanzhao song. If there is any backup, you have to say two, even if there is, we will eventually be us. The chance is bigger."
"I don't have to wait for it." Mrs. Kang said: "Here, it may not be able to trap us for too long, and see who will break free!"
Among her eyes, the radiance flashes, wherever she shines, the illusory clouds around her.
Time seems to be backflowing, the illusory boundary, there is a sign of re-returning back to the previous appearance.
Yan Zhaoge saw it and smiled: "I am not in a hurry. This is a good place to practice. I will accompany you here to practice." (To be continued.)