Four Hundred and Ninety-Two. Dare to Give You the Map, and There Will Be a Way to Cure You

Yan Zhaoge looked at Huang Guanglie, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "The backers you found in the Upper Realm, the Eight Great Worlds are like a temporary cave in their eyes. What they need is an obedient and respectful A guard of ability, be their spokesperson, and help them take care of this world."

"You Da Ri Sheng Zong, because you got in touch with them, you took the lead, and they didn't hesitate to give you some benefits."

"But if you are unfit for training and the mud can't support the wall, the other party doesn't mind changing to a more capable agent."

"In the final analysis, it doesn't matter who the agents are, what is important is that their interests in the Eight Great Worlds can be guaranteed."

"Of course, familiarity is worse than raw experience. If the development potential and strength are similar, the other party will naturally prefer you."

"But you need to prove yourself, worthy of the other party's support."

Yan Zhaoge spread his palms and said with a smile, "My guess may not be all right, but it should be pretty close, right?"

When Huang Guanglie heard Yan Zhaoge mention the Upper Realm, his expression changed slightly: "So you also know the existence of the Upper Realm?"

His expression quickly returned to normal, and he glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di father and son indifferently: "You father and son are indeed geniuses."

"The old man felt that this battle with Balrog and Jiuyou might be a huge opportunity."

"But before you, Yan Di, became a saint, before you displayed such a powerful battle formation in Guangcheng Mountain, I must say that this old man really did not expect that this opportunity would be the last one."

"Although I don't want to admit it, if you don't get rid of you together with the Balrog this time, our Holy Sect will be in danger."

Huang Guanglie's calm eyes finally fell on Yan Zhaoge: "Let's get rid of you first, so as not to cause endless troubles. Up to now, you have grown faster than Yan Di."

"Everything that is unfavorable to my holy sect has your shadow behind it all. You can't keep it."

While speaking, Huang Guanglie raised his palm, and the golden light covered the sky, covering Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge didn't change his face, and looked leisurely: "Huang Guanglie, your martial arts 2nd level cultivation is very high, and you yourself are quite insightful in martial arts."

"But my Taiyi breaks through the formation, do you think you can figure it out so easily?"

Yan Zhaoge chuckled lightly: "Why can't you figure it out? Since I dare to give you a part of the formation map, I can cure you."

Before the words were finished, Taiyi broke through the formation and shook, and the golden phantom that replaced Huang Guanglie's position at the eye of the formation was gradually invaded by white light!

The originally golden light and shadow quickly turned white at this moment!

Seeing Yan Zhaoge's calm demeanor, Huang Guanglie felt intense anxiety in his heart.

But before he could make another move, he discovered that his body was also covered with a layer of white light.

Huang Guanglie's thoughts moved, he wanted to forcibly break free from the Taiyi Poque Formation, and rushed out of the formation.

But under the flashing white light, his figure moved, and he was dragged back to the core hub of the formation eye.

The phantom that had turned into white merged with Huang Guanglie's body, and white chains wrapped around his body, pulling him down to the entrance of the boundary channel in the center of the sea of ​​fire below along with the world of white light!

Huang Guang let out an angry roar, and the golden sun shone all over his body, but under the action of the great formation, all the golden light turned into white light and became part of the power of the formation.

From the beginning to the end, Yan Di kept a calm expression, and said indifferently: "Huang Guanglie, don't forget, I am the leader of this formation."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Huang Guanglie, his smile turned cold: "Let's settle accounts slowly in the future, now, as you said, concentrate on dealing with the Balrog honestly."

Huang Guanglie took a deep look at Yan Zhaoge, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance in his bone marrow.

Old Man Mo and Song Wuliang both had complicated expressions. Old Man Mo was slightly lost in thought, while Song Wuliang's expression changed continuously, and his mood was greatly impacted.

His expression was a little strange: "If according to what your surname Huang said, people in the upper world,

Wouldn't he tolerate Jiuyou and the Balrog finally wantonly destroying the eight great worlds, and if things reached an irreversible level, they might take action? "

Huang Guanglie kept silent.

Song Wuliang said bitterly: "Let's not mention how they will make a move. If they can really do it, then what is the point of all the sacrifices we are doing now?"

Yan Zhaoge said calmly: "Naturally it makes sense. What the other party cares about is that this world should not be destroyed by the Nine Serenity True Demon and the Balrog, but they may not take it to heart if someone died during this period."

"It's still the same old saying, life is not as good as familiarity. For the Great Sun Sacred Sect, they may give them a hand, but for others, not necessarily."

"The other party may hope to harvest some talents from the Eight Great Worlds, let them earn their income, strengthen themselves, hope to recruit some potential and powerful experts from the Eight Great Worlds, break through the third level of Martial Saints, join them, and strengthen their strength strength."

"But such people are only a very small number after all."

"But for us, there are many people we don't want to lose."

Song Wuliang heard the words and nodded silently. His position in Bihai City is sandwiched between the region and the East Sea, and he is most directly threatened by Jiuyou and the Balrog.

The previous shock caused by the upper world subsided now, and Song Wuliang's state of mind had stabilized again. It was natural to think that one's life in this world depends on oneself after all.

A martial artist with his cultivation level has always had a firm mind. When he is shaken by the attacks brought by news from the upper world, he seldom has thoughts of weakness and dependence.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the sky.

Huang Guanglie was dragged back into the formation, and under the operation of the Taiyi Breakthrough formation, the aura transformed by the golden lamp above his head was also wiped out.

The seemingly unknowable place in the sky also disappeared.

But not long after this spiritual light disappeared, the sky suddenly shook, and another brilliance shot into the sky.

Yan Zhaoge's pupils shrank, and now there was another identical golden lantern flying out of Taiyi's Que Breaking Formation.

The golden light unexpectedly passed through the Taiyi Breakthrough Formation, and turned into aura again to envelope Huang Guanglie.

The beam of light soared into the sky, breaking through the sky again!

The unknowable land, as well as the figure between the two worlds, also appeared again.

Under the radiance, Huang Guanglie let out a long roar, taking advantage of the opportunity!

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the top of his head go dark, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Zhaoge appearing next to the aura, and then holding a small black incense burner in his hand, he directly put his hand into the aura.

That ethereal, vast, mysterious aura, at this moment, rushed into the small black incense burner like a hundred rivers entering the sea!

Yan Zhaoge lowered his head, looked at Huang Guanglie condescendingly, and smiled: "If I tell you to treat you, then I will treat you, and just be honest." (To be continued.)