One Hundred and Forty-Nine. Starting with Fragments of Holy Soldiers

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Yan Zhaoge struck out with both palms, causing Lin Zhou's left forearm to twist unnaturally, appearing to be twisted and twisted.

Lin Zhou let out a low, miserable hum, not daring to continue to push hard, and his body was flying backwards by the force of the impact.

But at this moment, he was completely in disarray, even if he retreated, he would still be locked in by Yan Zhaoge's aura.

A stern look flashed in the depths of Lin Zhou's eyes, his chest bulged and heaved, and then suddenly he looked up to the sky and sprayed a rain of blood.

The rain of blood turned into mist in the air, covering Lin Zhou's whole body.

The jade pendant in the center of Lin Zhou's belt suddenly lit up, and its color changed from emerald green to blood red.

The jade pendant shattered, and the red light lit up, rolling Lin Zhou's figure, and instantly turned into a stream of light, flying towards the distant sky

That speed was even faster than Lin Zhou's wind and thunder wings shaking him with all his strength before.

Even if the great master was caught off guard by the sudden extreme speed, it would be difficult for him to keep it.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the red light that went away in an instant, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh, the blood-melting and flowing jade has become a bit of a climate, the family is quite strong, harder to kill than Ye Jing and Zhao Hao, I want to kill you, I need to make some preparations in advance."

Ah Hu's fragment of the holy weapon that suppressed the change asked a little worriedly: "My lord, let him go, Miss Feng is at Yinyang Yunlingquan in Yunzhao Mountain"

"It's okay." Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "Just now I deliberately fooled him."

"Junior Sister Feng has actually reached the final finishing stage. Even if she leaves Yinyang Yunlingquan, the impact will not be great."

"As long as we don't delay here, send a letter back immediately. Master Fu understands the situation and knows how to deal with it."

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm more interested in some of the things he showed himself."

"Frankly speaking, I'm even somewhat psychologically prepared for him to be able to use thunder and lightning in the realm of a master."

"But he is actually a front-line striker in Bihai City. This is really beyond my expectations."

No matter how the thunder and lightning strikes are counted,

They are all from Tianlei Palace's own martial arts.

Martial arts are derived from the changes of flying dragon chasing stars legs. It may also be Lin Zhou's own adventure, which can also be explained.

Just like Yan Zhaoge is not afraid of being asked why he knows martial arts such as Liuling Demon Fist.

A catastrophe caused the inheritance of martial arts to be broken, and at the same time left many relics, giving many opportunities to the warriors who started afresh in this era.

But the first-line striker is different, this is a unique skill passed down from Bihai City, the holy land of waters in the world.

Moreover, it was created by Bihai City's own warriors, and the lineage of inheritance is very shallow from the era before the Great Destruction. It is one of the self-crystallizations of the current martial arts civilization.

Lin Zhou's first-line striker. It is exactly the same as the current Bihai City's direct lineage.

Find a master of Bihai City who is proficient in this martial art to perform it, and it looks like this.

This made Yan Zhaoge very interested: "This guy, how did he learn to be a first-line striker?"

Ah Hu grinned and said, "He still wants to pass the news of Miss Feng to Cangmang Mountain and Da Ri Shengzong. My son, if you pass this news to Bihai City, Bihai City will immediately trouble him."

"Now, the conflict between Tianlei Temple and Bihai City has intensified."

"He can't deny it, he doesn't admit it, and I don't need you to speak, my lord. I will go and perform the blood soul return ceremony with him."

Yan Zhaoge said: "Let's not mention those. The fluctuations in the power of the fragments of the holy soldiers are still very conspicuous. Although Lin Zhou came to take advantage of the opportunity by himself, but with the addition of Yan Shan before. Who knows if they will attract other thunders?" people of the temple"

"Take away the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye first."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zhaoge came back to the fragment of the Thunder Emperor's Eye, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and punched out.

The fist didn't hit the fragment of the holy weapon, Yan Zhaoge used his own fist to vibrate and merge into the fragment of the Thunder Emperor's Eye.

During this process, Yan Zhaoge's mind was also connected to the fragment of the Thunder Emperor's Eye.

In front of his eyes, a world full of thunder appeared.

Here, it is far better than the illusory world transformed by Lin Zhou's Gang Qi just now. Much more real and much more terrifying.

One mistake. Yan Zhaoge's soul and spirit were shattered here, and his whole body became an empty shell like a walking dead.

But there is a sense of truth in it. It is also infinitely mysterious, although it looks incomplete because of the shattered holy weapon, but Yan Zhaoge has a lot of insights after seeing it.

Here is the most primitive power of thunder, blooming in an instant, the power of birth and death

As if accompanied by a thunder, the chaos was broken, and the world was opened up.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath: "Momentary Thunder"

The thunder of a moment, a moment, burns everything, concentrates all the power to bloom all at one moment.

The so-called instants mean sixty instants with the flick of a finger.

Eternity and moment, the longest and shortest, the two extremes of time, comprehend eternity and moment, and comprehend the mystery of time.

The artistic conception of power in Leidi's eyes is to use the birth and death of thunder to interpret the birth and death of all things, the change of heaven and earth, and the interpretation of the infinite mystery of time.

Yan Zhaoge's palms snapped together, the Thunder Emperor's Eye shattered in front of him, and the light of thunder converged amidst the vibration.

The purple orb, which was bigger than a human fist, began to shrink in size, and then turned into a blue-purple thunder.

Yan Zhaoge opened his eyes wide, staring ahead, and then the blue-purple thunder light in front of him slowly entered into Yan Zhaoge's right eye

"Hey" Yan Zhaoge snorted, closed his eyes, and subconsciously covered his right eye with his hand.

There was a sense of discomfort coming from the right eyeball, even if the eyes were closed, the purple light kept shining in front of them.

Yan Zhaoge felt his head swell again and again, as if he was going to faint.

Streams of energy like electric currents shuttled back and forth in the body, causing the body to feel paralyzed.

Yan Zhaoge opened and closed all the body's orifices, constantly breathing in and out these lightning essences, and the dantian's energy in the sea, even more quickly circulated and breathed out, dissolving and absorbing these essences.

After a while, Yan Zhaoge opened his right eye, and a violent purple light flashed past, which was soul-stirring.

Ah Hu was quietly protecting the Dharma at the side. Seeing this, he said, "My lord, you use your own body to nourish the fragments of the holy weapon, which is of great benefit to the fragments of the holy weapon, and also of great benefit to your own cultivation, but there are dangers and risks involved." Very huge."

Yan Zhaoge still felt uncomfortable in his right eye, so he closed his right eyelid slightly and nodded: "Don't worry, I know this well."

"It's not suitable to stay here for long, let's go."

The two quickly left the spot, and the scattered spirit soldiers were also collected by Yan Zhaoge.

In addition to the shards of the Holy Weapon, Yan Zhaoge also received an extra piece of Lin Zhou's low-grade Spirit Weapon Flying Thunder Knife this time.

"Tsk, the bright sun wheel, the purple gold thunder sword, and now with the flying thunder knife, I have collected several of the opponent's signature spiritual weapons." Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips, and looked in the direction of Lei Yu: "But I'm more interested, how much do you know about the Daughter of the Taiyin?"

"Did you know it personally, or did you get wind of it from somewhere else?"

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