One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy-Seven. The Depth Is Bottomless and Has No Limit

The speed at which Yan Zhaoge's cultivation level improved shocked Taoist Yun Zheng.

In addition to the speed of cultivation improvement, Yan Zhaoge's strength is even more impressive.

Taoist Yun Zheng asked himself, if he was not injured, under normal circumstances, he would be able to deal with the two emperors and three emperors in the fairy court in front of him with just a little effort.

But he knew very well that Yan Zhaoge's current strength was just the tip of the iceberg.

If the two of them fight, Taoist Yun Zheng, who has already united his four qi, really has no confidence that he can resist Yan Zhaoge, who has just entered the Xuanxian realm and has two qi united.

According to common sense, in most cases, the higher the level of cultivation, the closer the strength of strong people in the same level tends to be to each other.

Because any strong person who can reach a high position is the best who can be eliminated and rushed out by thousands of troops.

When they were young, which one of them was not an amazing genius and a genius?

In the fairyland, there are indeed differences between strong and weak masters in the same realm.

But after all, they are relatively few.

And beings like Yan Zhaoge, who always maintain almost complete contempt for opponents of the same realm, are even more rare among the few.

What is particularly concerning is that he seems to never find the bottom...

Taoist Yun Zheng, a seasoned and experienced veteran, could not help but think: "Yan Zhaoge, where is your limit?"

"It's enough to keep one alive." Yan Zhaoge turned around and smiled at everyone: "What's more, what's more interesting to me is that they mentioned that there seems to be a heavenly king nearby."

As he spoke, he threw aside the Immortal Emperor whose neck was broken.

In the other hand, he still held the black dragon.

Although this black dragon is also a stubborn and stubborn person, seeing several of his comrades die silently in Yanzhao Singers, his momentum was also taken away from him, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Boy, what have you discovered?" Yan Zhaoge looked at Kun Ningzi and Bai Tao.

After Bai Tao put away the Kaiyuan Sword, he solemnly said: "It seems to be a clue left by Master Long's uncle."

After all,

He reached out and touched the void.

A light screen-like existence appeared in the void, and the light reflected several complex and mysterious talismans.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at them, identifying and deciphering the meanings contained in these talismans.

Kunningzi stood aside and looked at the opponent he had just fought hard with, the black dragon that Yan Zhaoge had captured and beaten back to its original form and was holding in his hand. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and turned to look at Taoist Yun Zheng.

In the past, when Bi Youtian was still confronting the upper realm in the Taoist universe, Taoist Yun Zheng once warned several of their juniors that the true immortals in the upper realm should especially be wary of the empress Jie Mingkong and those who later pushed open the immortal gate. Chen Qianhua.

When you encounter these two people, retreat as soon as you see them. It's not a shame. Unless you have to, there is no need to show off your face, otherwise you will only suffer losses in vain.

Looking back now, at the time, this warning was not wrong.

Unfortunately, Taoist Yun Zheng did not expect that more shocking figures would soon appear in the upper world at that time.

Among them, the most terrifying one is Yan Zhaoge!

Living in an era with such people, for any warrior with dignity and pursuits, compared to witnessing the legendary He Yongyan, I am afraid it is more depressing.

But as time went by, and as the legend became more and more shocking, the depression in Kunningzi's heart finally slowly dissipated.

"Envy can't come, jealousy can't come, chasing can't come..." Sensing Kunningzi's gaze, Taoist Yun Zheng looked over and said with a smile.

Kun Ningzi sighed and nodded silently.

"It's indeed Grandmaster Long's uncle!" Yan Zhaoge cheered up.

After analyzing the meaning of the mysterious talisman, it can be determined that it was left by Long Xingquan.

With the help of the clues contained in the talisman, there is some hope of finding the lost Long Xingquan.

Taoist Yan Di and Yun Zheng beside them also became excited: "Where is it?"

"Follow me." Yan Zhao Ge swept his robe sleeves, cleaned up the battlefield just now, led the way, and led everyone towards the distance.

While walking on the road, I tried to notify the high-definition whirlpool.

Although there are clues to find Long Xingquan, it is still unknown when Long Xingquan left this clue, and the time and space outside the territory are complicated and intertwined, and the end of the world may be just around the corner.

So Yan Zhaoge and others hurried on at full speed, and after walking for a long time, they made further discoveries.

The power fluctuations that shook the world came from a universe, and the movement was much greater than when Kun Ningzi, Bai Tao and the others fought against the enemy just now.

The dark red sword light flashed on Yan Zhaoge's body. In a flash, his speed suddenly increased to another level in an instant. He took the lead and rushed straight towards the battlefield ahead.

In the dark void in front of him, a bright red cloud gradually appeared.

In the red clouds, from time to time, a magnificent sword light would light up. It seemed ordinary, but when the sword fell, the red clouds would disperse.

However, although the red clouds dispersed, new ones soon appeared and continued to fill them.

The mysterious sound of the Great Dao is heard endlessly, coming from the bright sea of ​​clouds.

When Kunningzi and Bai Tao heard this Dao Lun sound, their eyes suddenly became dull, as if they had lost focus.

The bright red clouds were clearly a vision created by a Yuanxian manifesting his own immortality.

Under the influence of Dao Lun's sound, it affects Xuanxian and suppresses warriors below Xuanxian.

"Sure enough, it's a Heavenly Lord from the Immortal Court." Yan Zhaoge seemed unaffected, his figure shrouded in dark red sword light, and continued to speed towards the opponent!

The owner of the sword light shrouded in red clouds was none other than Long Xingquan.

Because of the destruction of the Immortal Execution Formation, he was seriously injured, but his sword skills were undoubtedly another world compared to Bai Tao, who was at the Supreme Martial Saint level.

Even though the outsider Tianjun level was overwhelming, he still couldn't do anything to the seriously injured Long Xingquan.

Even if he was not at the Five Qis Converging to the Origin level and was not afraid of the Xuanxian Immortal Gang, the outcome would be uncertain.

That is to say, relying on multiple advantages, he had been fighting with Long Xingquan and not letting him escape.

He originally wanted to wait for the reinforcements from other powerful people in his own fairy court, but he was waiting for a fierce god.

"Master Long, please heal your injuries by yourself. Don't leave the root of the disease and the hidden danger, which will hurt the foundation of your vitality." Yan Zhaoge said, while his index and middle fingers stood together like swords, and the green light flashed on his fingertips, just like a knife cutting tofu, cutting the bright sea of ​​clouds in front of him.

The magnificent sword light in the sea of ​​clouds was reduced, and the figure of Long Xingquan appeared.

Although his face was pale and weak, Long Xingquan still looked relaxed, and he asked thoughtfully: "What was the end of the Wu Earth Demon? How are your fellow disciples?"

"The Wu Earth Demon has been destroyed again, and Jun'er and the others are not in danger of their lives for the time being." Yan Zhaoge also replied with a smile.

While talking to Long Xingquan, he stretched out both hands, grabbed the bright red cloud, and tore it apart violently!

His hands, which seemed to tear the sky apart, immediately tore the bright sea of ​​clouds into pieces of flowing light.