Four Hundred. The Title of Yan Zhaoge

Losing its geographical advantage, the Balrog was forced to retreat under the final counterattack of the martial arts powerhouses from the Eight Great Worlds.

This battle has finally come to the final decisive stage.

Although the Flame Demon retreated, Jing Zhong and the other Flame Demon Kings were still superior in strength, and Yuan Zhengfeng and the others experienced a fierce battle, and they were also exhausted.

However, many strong human races still gritted their teeth and pursued all the way, trying to maximize the results of the battle, and at the same time drive the Balrog out of the Eight Great Worlds.

Yan Zhaoge did not participate in the pursuit, but stood on top of the Scarlet Pagoda.

"The Balrog almost doesn't refine weapons, and this pagoda doesn't seem to be handcrafted by the Balrog." Yan Zhaoge thought to himself.

After thinking about it for a moment, Yan Zhaoge also lost his mind for a while.

But this small scarlet red pagoda gave Yan Zhaoge the feeling that the Balrog did not make it himself.

On the contrary, it seems to come from the eight great worlds.

He slightly raised his eyebrows: "Then, was it a chance that I got by chance, or was it given to the Balrog by someone else?"

All of a sudden, many thoughts flashed in Yan Zhaoge's mind, and his thoughts flashed through his mind, and then settled down one by one.

He tried to communicate with this scarlet pagoda with his own thoughts, but it seemed like a stone had disappeared. After the scarlet pagoda fell silent, it seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and did not respond to external contact.

Yan Zhaoge injected his true energy into the pagoda, the pagoda vibrated slightly, and the blue dragon patterns hovering above were also shining.

Immediately, a hot and cold airflow emerged from it, feeding back to Yan Zhaoge.

The massive amount of spiritual energy in his body has not yet been refined, it is already full, Yan Zhaoge naturally no longer continues to absorb spiritual energy.

However, when the spiritual energy was communicating with each other, a picture seemed to appear in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes.

In a crimson world, the raging flames that were supposed to be raging showed an abnormal state.

The flame is quiet and gentle, like flowing water.

In this crimson world of flames, a group of ice-blue clouds gather and scatter, not as solid as ordinary ice, but showing an active and restless posture.

ice and fire,

They all look abnormal, but they seem to have a strange harmony.

It feels as if they are meant to be, otherwise they are not normal.

One of the mystery, mysterious and mysterious.

Looking at this scene, Yan Zhaoge felt as if a lot of spiritual light surged in his heart, as if it was about to burst out.

"Well, the mystery of this scene is detailed, and it will be of great benefit to martial arts practice." Yan Zhaoge tried to store the entire small red tower in a miniature bag.

As expected, it was not as restless as the real dragon corpse before, and needed the pillars of the shrine to help suppress it. On the premise that the space in the microcosm was large enough, the small red tower was safely included.

Yan Zhaoge put away the small scarlet red pagoda, and glanced around.

I saw that everyone who was still at the scene had complicated expressions at the moment, and their eyes were focused on themselves.

Those who stayed in place to recuperate and did not pursue the Balrog were mostly due to serious injuries and excessive loss of vitality, and they were already at the end of their battles.

But Yan Zhaoge scanned the past, and clearly saw that there were people in better condition.

It was an old man with a wide mouth, his face was extremely mighty, his eyes were fixed, and he was staring at him at the moment.

Although it was the first time they met, Yan Zhaoge had already seen the picture of the other party's appearance.

One of the seven sons of the Great Sun, Zhong Tianjun, the highest person in charge of the Great Sun Sect who was stationed in the East China Sea before, has the same status as Fu Enshu, the first elder of Guangcheng Mountain in the East China Sea.

In the previous battle, the Great Sun Sacred Sect also suffered damage from the strong, but Zhong Tianjun did not consume much.

Normally, he should have followed Huang Guanglie to chase the Balrog, but now he stayed here.

The Flame Demons were defeated across the board, and there was no need for someone like Zhong Tianjun to clean up the remnants of the East China Sea.

Yan Zhaoge thought on his knees, knowing what he came for.

It was the little red pagoda in his hand.

The Balrog was able to shake and change the flow of the earth's veins on such a large scale in the unfamiliar world of the eight great worlds, and this treasure probably contributed a lot.

It was only natural for the Great Sun Sect, who was being tormented by the Southern Wilderness Huohaidi Palace, to focus on this thing.

If it was another family's problem, Yan Zhaoge might be able to help, but for the mortal enemy Great Sun Sacred Sect, then don't even think about it.

Not to mention the Great Sun Sacred Sect's Nanhuang Huohai Digong Mutation is exactly Yan Zhaoge's proud handwriting.

Yan Zhaoge didn't care about the Zhongtian Lord who was staring at him here.

Although Fu Enshu was seriously injured, an elder in Bihai City who was not seriously injured stayed where he was.

Even though he didn't know what the Great Sun Sacred Sect wanted to do, Bihaicheng had been paying attention to this mortal enemy. Lord Zhongtian's abnormal behavior immediately attracted Bihaicheng's attention, and an elder specially stayed behind.

At this moment, the two sides are confronting each other fiercely.

Zhong Tianjun's eyes moved between Yan Zhaoge and the elder of Bihai City, his gaze was sometimes contemplative, sometimes restless, and he remained silent for a long time.

The weird atmosphere on both sides gradually attracted the attention of others.

As time went by, Zhong Tianjun saw that there was nothing he could do, so he finally restrained his eyes, turned and left.

All the great masters and powerhouses here also dispersed.

The war is not over yet, these seriously injured great masters are not on the front line, but turn to deal with the aftermath, while setting up the rear, while taking other warriors with lower cultivation bases to clean up the remaining Balrogs in the sea.

After such a tragic battle, the circulation of spiritual energy in the East Ocean Sea nearly collapsed, and a large number of creatures in the sea became extinct, making this place almost a dead place in a similar area.

Even if it is connected to the inland sea of ​​the East China Sea, the South China Sea, the North Sea, and the ocean, and communicates with each other, it will take a very long time to restore the previous environment.

And everyone knows that the gateway to the Flame Demon World is here after all, and the East China Sea will be a place of hundreds of battles in the future, and it may be difficult to calm down.

Yan Zhaoge stayed behind, and news from the front line continued to come in.

Yuan Zhengfeng and other top powerhouses pursued all the way, and drove the Yanmo clan out of the Eight Great Worlds.

Although the Balrog was defeated, there were many strong ones, and most of them retreated safely to the Great World of the Balrog. However, after the desolation, another Balrog was buried in Baji forever.

As for the top powerhouses of the human race, An Qinglin, the owner of the Zhuanglang Pavilion, Song Wuliang, the owner of the Bihai City, and the old man Mo, the painting sage, were all seriously injured.

However, none of the powerful saints fell.

After a great battle has come to an end, there are still many things to deal with after the war, but finally it is no longer a storm.

However, the old man Mo, who has always been detached from the outside world, said a word before returning to Dan Qingdao, which made everyone think a lot.

"Too high rides a dragon, lifts the sky with one hand, and rides a mountain Yanzhao song. The future is limitless."

Thousands of thoughts linger in everyone's heart, but in the end they all turn into a sigh of admiration.

Since then, the name of the Tai Shang Cheng Long Yan Zhao Ge has been around the world. (To be continued.)