Nine Hundred and Fifty-Four. Song of Yan Zhao with a Big Heart

Combining the merits and virtues with the purple light of merit, the defensive power is already extremely amazing.

The two Wutongpo warriors have raised their cultivation to the extreme. Under normal circumstances, even opponents with a cultivation level higher than theirs would have difficulty breaking through their defenses.

But helplessly, Yan Zhaoge has never been a person who can guess based on normal circumstances.

Not to mention the power of the Sun Seal, at this moment Yan Zhaoge made a move by himself, and under one palm, he integrated the mysteries of Fantianshu, Yinyang Tianshu and Sun God's Canon into one furnace.

Powerful and majestic, from heavy to big to clumsy to rigid to masculine.

The sky collapsed, the yin qi disappeared, and the yang was left alone. Combined with the overturning power of the heaven and the earth, it turned into the collapse of the universe!

Terrifying power, suffocating and desperate.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth, all living beings suffer, who can be spared? Where can I hide?

What's even more frightening is that the power of Yan Zhaoge's palm perfectly fits with the Sun Seal.

In the past, Sun Shangzun refined the Taiyang Seal by combining the power and artistic conception of Fantianshu, Yinyang Tianshu and Taiyang God's Canon, imitating the legendary Fantianyin.

Now Yan Zhaoge deeply ponders the essence of it, arousing the power of the sun seal.

Although he himself has not yet set foot on the fairy bridge, theoretically he cannot mobilize the full power of the sun seal.

But at this moment, the sun was imprinted on his hands, and he gradually looked like he was in his heyday!

Yan Zhaoge's combination of human and treasure is a powerful blow, how can Zhuang Zhaohui and his two stop it?

With one move, he was swept away!

Mending the sky and continuing the way, the endless merits and virtues, and the purple light of virtue that does not fall into the murderous catastrophe and is not stained with murderous intent, are also quickly worn away and disappear soon.

There are only wisps of yin and virtuous white energy hidden in the vitality, ethereal, almost non-existent, showing that little vitality that is so vague that it can almost be ignored.

It seemed that the great sun was really close at hand, Zhuang Zhaohui could even see the prominence flames and sunspots.

Both Wutongpo and Wutongpo were crushed under the Great Seal, and they were on fire.

They were quite unwilling in their hearts, and hated that the treasures and weapons they carried with them were all broken under the previous protection of Zongyuan Temple, otherwise they would not be so helpless to fight back.

But if he thought about it carefully, even if he had all the treasures and weapons, he still wouldn't be Yan Zhaoge's opponent, at best it would only depend on whether he could escape with his life.

Thinking about it this way, the two couldn't help feeling even more desperate.

As the son of the Supreme Being in the South, Zhuang Zhaohui has a strong background, and he is a talent of the sky, which is rarely matched by his peers in the upper world.

He has always had his eyes above the top, and he has always been used to running rampant, otherwise he would not have been bold enough to step across the boundary and go to the southeast Yangtian Realm to find the phoenix bone.

At that time, he suffered a disadvantage under Yan Zhaoge and Jin Tingshan, so it can be said that the right time, place and people are not his fault.

But today Zhuang Zhaohui's pride was completely shattered!

It's not that Zhuang Zhaohui has never seen a genius stronger than him.

Although they have never fought against each other, there has long been a saying in the world that Miao Feifeng's only daughter, Taishang Honglian Fu Ting, is much younger than him, and even more talented than him.

Although Zhuang Zhaohui was dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do.

But no matter what, she was the only daughter of Emperor Jinxiu, a proud daughter of heaven with a richer background and wealth than him.

But today, the person who defeated him was Yan Zhaoge from one of the lower realms!

Moreover, before stepping into the realm of the fairy bridge, it made it difficult for him to parry. How could Zhuang Zhaohui not be depressed and want to spurt blood?

Previously, he was planning to wipe out Yan Zhaoge and Guangcheng Mountain, but in the blink of an eye, he was about to die in Yan Zhaoge's hands!

Needless to say, the people who urged Zongyuan Temple to bury a group of Wutongpo disciples just now must be Yan Zhaoge and his gang.

Zhuang Zhaohui was pressed under the sun seal at this moment, and he was furious.

"Yan Zhaoge, if you kill Li Jin, Wutongpo may not be able to tolerate you." The middle-aged man shouted: "You kill me and Zhaohui, Brother Zhuang will never let it go, you Guangcheng Mountain and Wutongpo, you will not die endlessly!"

Zhuang Zhaohui said angrily: "What's the use of talking too much, master? If he has the ability, he will bury us all here!"

Yan Zhaoge laughed and said, "There's no need to threaten me,

There is no need to be aggressive, and there is no need to bluff. No matter what you say, I have no intention of letting you go. "

Although there was a smile on his face, Yan Zhaoge's eyes were extremely cold.

While Zhuang Zhaohui's heart was chilling, they both moved slightly, as if realizing something.

They stared at Yan Zhaoge in a daze, somewhat startled by their guess.

"You... Could it be that you..."

Yan Zhaoge curled his lips: "As my Guangcheng Mountain continues to improve, it naturally needs more room for development to expand."

"Although the Southeast Yangtian Realm is large, there is no room for two tigers on one mountain. It's just that Jinting Mountain and Guangcheng Mountain have always been friendly, and they have taken care of them over the years. Yan has never forgotten."

"Since this is the case, of course we can only develop in other directions."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhuang Zhaohui and the two, and smiled slightly: "Unless there is a particularly serious accident, the noble and my factions will eventually face each other. So as far as I am concerned, I don't mind beheading you here. "

"Whether it is more or less, weakening your strength on Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain is something I would like to see accomplished."

"The only question to consider is whether the timing is right and whether the team is ready."

Zhuang Zhaohui and the two looked at Yan Zhaoge in shock.

Although the conjecture in their hearts was verified, the feeling of shock and absurdity in their hearts became stronger.

The eloquent and eloquent young man in front of him is only at the sixth level of a martial sage, and his cultivation is at the late stage of seeing gods.

The sect he was born in came from a lower realm, and there were less than ten martial saints in the entire sect.

But he aimed at Wutong Slope of Fengyi Mountain!

what is that place

One of the ten supreme beings in the Upper Realm, the power controlled by the Southern Sovereign, dominates the entire southern Yantian Realm, and exists alone in the southern part of the Upper Realm.

Inherited in the upper world for thousands of years, not counting Zhuang Shen who is the supreme being in the world, Fengyi Mountain Wutong Slope itself is as strong as a cloud.

Wutongpo alone is the number of strong martial saints at the Xianqiao level, which is more than the number of martial saints in Guangcheng Mountain!

The young man in front of him actually wants to fight Wutongpo head-on, is he crazy?

After being shocked, Zhuang Zhaohui laughed angrily: "It's up to you? If it weren't for the protection of Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain, you, a small faction in the lower realm, would have been wiped out by me Fengyi Mountain Wutong slope a hundred and eighty times!"

"Because of this, I said, we have to consider whether the timing is right and whether our sect is ready." The smile on Yan Zhaoge's face did not diminish: "To this day, although the timing is still not fully ripe, everything is always ready." It's going in a good direction, isn't it?"

Zhuang Zhaohui opened his mouth to curse, but his voice suddenly froze.

He stared blankly at Yan Zhaoge in front of him.

Six years ago in Qingzhou, Huangjia Seaview, he was at the sixth level of martial arts, and Yan Zhaoge was at the second level of martial arts.

We meet again today, six years later, he is the Seventh Level Martial Saint...

Yan Zhaoge, the sixth level of Martial Saints!

Guangcheng Mountain with less than ten martial sages, Guangcheng Mountain without Xianqiao Wusheng...

However, a strong man who already had the Ninth Layer of Martial Saints fell under this Guangcheng Mountain!