Nine Hundred and ninety-four.1 All My Life Has Been Spent on Dogs

Yan Zhaoge stepped into the void and stood behind Qing Shuzi.

He stretched out one hand, with two fingers standing side by side like a sword, and his fingertips poked on Qing Shuzi's sun chest.

The ferocious sword light pierced through the brain, pierced Qing Shuzi's head, and rushed out from the other side of the sun.

This strong man at the pinnacle of the Ninth Layer of Martial Saint died in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.

In the entire Upper Realm, Qing Shuzi is recognized as the most promising master who will ascend to the Supreme Realm in the world in a short period of time.

With his age and the potential he has shown, he can even look forward to the position of Great Emperor.

It is not only the current strength that wins, but also the great future, which is also higher than Peng He, Zhang Shuren, Guan Lide and others.

But life is impermanent, swords have no eyes, today's battle, dust to dust, dust to dust, no matter how great the future is, it will all be in vain.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Qing Shuzi's body that lost his life and fell from mid-air, and shook his head slightly.

His figure also fell downwards, and the turbid Yellow River below parted.

There, Zhang Shuren was suppressed by the sun seal, and he could barely support it, but he could no longer push back the sun seal.

Being constantly eroded by the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, his cultivation and strength continued to decline, and he became more and more powerless.

At this moment, he happened to see Qing Shuzi's body falling into the water, and he couldn't help feeling sad and hopeless in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhaoge's face appeared before his eyes.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..." Zhang Shuren was calm at the moment, but shook his head again and again: "You killed Senior Nephew Li Jin, helped Jinting Mountain in the southeast to capture Senior Nephew Wang Hui, and ruined the good thing that Zhaohui brought back the Phoenix Bone. No one thought that things would eventually develop to today's result."

"It should have only been more than six years, less than seven years..."

Yan Zhaoge was calmer, as if he was chatting with Zhang Shuren: "It was a bit longer than that, about three years, and Yan spent time in a lower realm where the flow of time was faster than the upper realm."

"For me, it has been about eleven or two years since I killed the disciples of your sect until now."

Zhang Shuren let out a long sigh: "Eleventh or two years... Haha, what a good eleven or two years! Compared to you, I am a bunch of old people who have really spent their entire lives on dogs."

"But don't be complacent, the green tree that just died in your hands often makes people feel this kind of emotion."

At this moment, the old man was hunched and overwhelmed.

But on his face, there was only indifference at the moment: "Killers are always killed, and the strong are even stronger. You are stronger than us, you kill us, but there will always be someone stronger than you, and it depends on who kills you!" superior!"

The sun seal above turned into a brilliant sun, shining brightly on the dark nine curves of the Yellow River.

But the scorching sun also turned into destructive flames, gradually engulfing Zhang Shuren's body.

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "At least it's not you."

Zhang Shuren's body was engulfed by the brilliant sun.

A clear phoenix cry resounded from the embers of the flames, and a figure gradually reappeared.

Yan Zhaoge didn't look carefully, just slapped it down with his palm.

Under normal circumstances, after rebirth, the strength of the person's cultivation base is the same as before rebirth, and it is not just as simple as saving one's life.

But at this moment, he was reborn in the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, and the bad influence he had suffered from the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation still existed.

After Nirvana, Zhang Shuren's cultivation and strength are still severely worn down, which is only equivalent to his own level when he was in the seventh level of martial arts.

Yan Zhaoge's palm fell, and Zhang Shuren's four virtues added to his body to activate the Wutong palm, but it was difficult to resist.

This old man from Wutongpo, Fengyi Mountain, also followed in the footsteps of his fellow disciple Peng He, and died in the Jiuqu Yellow River array.

The wind was blowing, the sky was covered with black mist, and only the turbid dark Yellow River was choppy.

The nearly shattered Riding the Wind Boat completely disintegrated at this moment.

The wooden fragments from the disintegration of the big ship were scattered and floating on the river, but with the undulations of the waves, they gradually sank and were swallowed by the river.

Taoist Qianlan and Yuan Xiancheng on the boat,

He and other southern warriors were in a daze, and they were submerged by the Yellow River along with the shipwreck, and disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Xiancheng's phoenix avatar made with his left eye still has another chance of nirvana.

But at this moment, it will also lose its meaning.

Yan Zhaoge stepped on the turbid waves, quietly watching all this.

Ah Hu, Xia Guang and Panpan appeared beside him, with different expressions.

Xia Guang looked at Yan Zhaoge at this moment, besides envy and longing, there was more fanaticism and awe.

Panpan shrunk in size, lay down beside Yan Zhaoge rather like a dog, and rubbed against him.

Ah Hu imitated Yan Zhaoge's appearance, and said while touching his chin: "Seeing that the Martial Saint killed three Martial Saints of the Ninth Level Late Xianqiao Martial Saint, it is unique throughout the ages!"

"My lord, you really played big this time. It's hard not to be famous all over the world."

Yan Zhaoge smiled, clasped his palms together in front of his chest, and formed the formula together.

The gloomy wind began to subside, and the vast black mist also dissipated.

The dim river water began to recede, revealing the world of Fangyuan Mountain again.

The water flows back to the Chaohe River, and the great river continues to rush from north to south.

All the changes before, as if they had never happened.

Seeing the sun again, Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look east.

There, the sword light lit up, and several figures appeared.

The leader is a white-haired old woman, Yan Zhaoge is also familiar with it, she is the elder of Jinting Mountain in the Yangtian Realm of the Southeast, Martial Saint Jiuzhong, a strong person in the late stage of Xianqiao, Grandma Jian of the Southeast.

In Wutongpo, Zhang Shuren sits on the border of Fangyuan Mountain, and the adjacent Huangjia Sea and Jinting Mountain naturally have powerful people stationed there.

Over the years, most of the time it was the old lady in front of me who was sitting in charge.

Yan Zhaoge has a friendly relationship with Jinting Mountain, and is also very familiar with Grandma Dongnan Jian.

Although his temperament is dignified and rigorous, Grandma Jian also appreciates Yan Zhaoge's talent, and is quite optimistic about this new young man.

But at the moment when she saw Yan Zhaoge, she was still shocked.

She was also always paying attention to the movement on Fangyuan Mountain, and suddenly realized that something seemed wrong here, so she hurriedly brought someone over to check it out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at the border, they saw the gloomy clouds and the howling wind, and they couldn't see the situation inside clearly.

Grandma Dongnan Jian is very familiar with Zhang Shuren's phoenix formation, but the formation in front of her feels strange to her.

I tried to enter, but felt dizzy for a while, and almost got stuck inside.

The distant and ancient name of Jiuqu Yellow River Formation came to his mind, and grandma Dongnan Jian couldn't help being even more startled.

However, she was not sure who set up the situation in front of her, so she could only wait and see what happened without provoking it.

Finally, the formation gradually dispersed.

Grandma Jian is also a resolute and resolute person, she directly led people across the border and entered the southern Yantian Realm.

Who knows that it's okay if you don't look at it, everyone is stunned on the spot.

Only Yan Zhaoge seemed to be okay, smiling and bowing to them: "Grandma Jian, long time no see."