1235. All Suppression!

After seeing Yan Zhaoge's two-palm sky seal directly blowing up the Five Elements Swallowing Sun Formation jointly formed by the Five Emperors of the Immortal Court, the Black-clothed Jin Emperor knew something was wrong.

It is confirmed that Yan Zhaoge has successfully made a further step and ascended to the realm of the Supreme Martial Saint, but the black-clothed Jindi has not yet completely given up.

After all, this battle was no longer just him and Wang Zhengcheng, but many people participated together.

Although the strength of the Immortal Court warriors is relatively weak, they are all strong men who pushed through the Immortal Gate, with Immortal Soldiers accompanying them, and powerful battle formations to rely on.

But seeing that after Yan Zhaoge broke the Five Elements Swallowing Sun Formation, he was still able to suppress the Five Emperors of the Immortal Court and couldn't continue to fight, and he himself swept Ruan Mingyan lightly, the black-clothed Jin Emperor completely lost his mind.

Not to mention the seven of them, even Emperor Zhuyang, who held Yinghuoji on the other side and was carrying a lamp in the mirror, also joined the battle here, and the eight of them joined forces to besiege, perhaps they would not be able to stop Yan Zhaoge.

That being the case, the black-clothed Jindi naturally did not intend to continue entanglement.

Hit as soon as you say, and leave as soon as you say, procrastinating and hesitating will only delay yourself.

The Jin Emperor in black immediately turned around, intending to run away and leave this place.

But at this moment, a fist had already appeared in his vision.

Yan Zhaoge's fist.

The first of the five congenital princes of Taiqing, the fist of Taiyi!

Being able to appreciate the mystery of Taiyi's Fist is exactly what the black-clothed Jindi dreamed of.

With his lifelong study of Taiqing's unique art, and the foundation of the other four great talents of the Innate Wutai, he has enough contact and enough time. He has the confidence to figure out the mystery of Taiyi's Fist.

The battle with Yan Zhaoge outside the Tianji Pavilion in the past, and the fight with Yan Zhaoge just now, were all for this purpose.

But at this moment, the black-clothed Jindi's heart sank.

Because Yan Zhaoge's punch showed an attitude.

It's not that he's sure that Jindi in black won't be able to figure out Taiyi's fist through fighting.

Rather, even if you can gain something and figure out the mystery of the Fist of Taiyi, I am sure to keep you here.

Don't even think about leaving today!

Yan Zhaoge punched this time,

It is not fast, nor is it as grand as Fan Tianyin, nor is it as sharp as Kaitian Banner.

However, this punch seemed to fill all the space in the upper and lower sides of the black-clothed Jindi, spreading throughout the void of the universe.

The black-clothed Jindi's spiritual sense stretched out, and he felt that Yan Zhaoge's fist was hitting him no matter which direction he was in.

That's not an illusion, it's not a fake change.

It won't be said that in the end, thousands of phantoms will be unified, and only one punch will land on the body in the end, but it is difficult to determine where it will fall.

Rather, thousands of punches are thousands of punches, coming from all directions means all directions are omnipotent, falling on the body of Jindi in black at the same time.

At this moment, it seemed as if countless real Yan Zhaoge punched him together, filling the universe, everywhere!

Jindi in black had no expression on his face, and his figure flashed suddenly.

His body seemed to be still in place, but the place seemed to be empty.

It's like after moving at a high speed, only a phantom is left in place.

But that phantom was none other than Jindi himself in black.

His whole person, as if turned into an illusion, no longer exists in the real world.

At the same time, Taos of plain clouds and air are born, which coincide with the tangible and intangible black-clothed brocade emperor.

With the combination of Taishikong's bright body and Taisu Wuquan's body, the black-clothed Jindi's defense was raised to the extreme, resisting Yan Zhaoge's all-pervasive punches.

Fist intentions were everywhere, until the plain clouds dissipated continuously, and the black-clothed Emperor Jin's figure was about to change from emptiness to reality, and was forcibly restored from nothingness.

The black-clothed Jin Emperor focused his gaze, pointing forward at the moment when Yan Zhaoge's fist will be blocked temporarily by using his two unique skills to create a strong defense.

The God of Absolute Beginning pointed everywhere, time and space seemed meaningless to him.

At this moment, the black-clothed Jindi seemed to have made a way out for himself, a glimmer of life.

With a flash of his figure, he rushed forward.

However, in the next instant, Jindi in black couldn't help but see that there were still countless iron fists hitting him!

Yan Zhaoge's punch seemed to occupy the past, future, and all time.

No matter which node or moment in the long river of time, whether it is the past, the present or the future, there is his fist waiting for the Emperor in black.

This punch seemed to originate before everything started, and wait after everything ended.

The black-clothed Jindi's finger of aboriginal god is vague and transcends the shackles of time.

But he can't jump out of time forever, and he will come back after all.

When he came back, Yan Zhaoge's fists were waiting there, still hitting him from all directions.

The black-clothed Jin Emperor had no choice but to use Taishi Kongming Body and Taisu Wuliang Body to defend himself, Tai Chi Yin-Yang Palm and Bianguaiguai to attack at the same time, using both fists and palms, combining offense and defense, to resist the iron fists attacking from all directions at the same time.

Yan Zhaoge's punches hit him, they couldn't hurt him, but they would block his way and make him unable to move.

He could already see that Ying Huo Ji in the distance was trying to get rid of Emperor Yang and came to join Yan Zhaoge.

Emperor Yang didn't take care of himself alone, he just left.

But for Yan Zhaoge and Ying Huoji to meet up, the black-clothed Jindi and the others are not just a problem of not being able to leave, but are really in danger.

Therefore, he must get rid of Yan Zhaoge as soon as possible before he can escape.

"Let Your Majesty Jindi in black capture and suppress a Martial Saint, and at the same time fight these heretics and true immortals, I believe you will not be ambiguous."

While Yan Zhaoge was smiling, he put more force on his left palm on the other side, completely breaking Ruan Mingyan's frame.

The infinite mighty force that turned the world around formed a twisted and rotating vortex like a whirlpool, locking Ruan Mingyan in it.

"Unfortunately, I can do the same." Yan Zhaoge said while punching out another punch, covering the other five Immortal Court Great Emperors at the same time.

While they were shaking so that they were reeling from side to side, Singer Yanzhao flipped his palm again.

In the palm of the hand, the twelve light wheels rotated together, and then merged into one.

Instead, the bright light disappeared and turned into darkness.

Then, the faint and indistinguishable light was like a black hole, directly swallowing the middle-aged scholar who was suppressed by the sacred mountain transformed by his true essence!

The Twelve Laws of Darkness.

The eleventh law, wasteful swallowing.

The twelfth law, the infinite.

The two methods merged into one, and the sacred mountain was suddenly engulfed by the darkness and chaos, and disappeared.

In Yan Zhaoge's other hand, yin and yang circulated in the palm, forming a huge suction force, attracting the other four immortal court emperors towards his palm.

Although the four of them tried to stay still, they still approached Yan Zhaoge slowly!

Then Yan Zhaoge's figure flashed, and suddenly he was in front of the black-clothed Emperor Jin, and the fist of Taiyi was struck out again!

The fist that was not vicious, but infinitely sublime, seemed to freeze the time in the universe, forcing the black-clothed Jindi to have no choice but to punch.

The black-clothed Jindi's eyes flickered, as if thinking of something.

But facing Yan Zhaoge's iron fist, he had no choice but to attack with one point.

When the two sides collided, they saw Yan Zhaoge's fist glowing with splendor.

In the dim light, the immortal emperor dressed as a middle-aged scholar appeared, desperately caught in the middle of the offensive of Yan Zhaoge and black-clothed Jindi! To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: