Chapter 395

In the deep sea, the seamounts are shaking, the rocks are breaking, the ground fire is erupting, a scene of doomsday.

Yan Zhaoge stands in the sea, a palm falls, as if the sky is tilted.

The swirls in the surrounding seawater all tend to be stationary and completely stationary.

Water does not condense into ice, but it seems to turn into a solid, so it is difficult to make any waves.

At the bottom of Yan Zhaoge's palm, Lin Zhou was seriously injured. His bloody body suddenly broke up and became fragmented.

Lin Zhou's eyes, which had been blind for a long time, burst out with blood.

He struggled, his right eye still glared at Yan Zhaoge, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Lin Zhou calmly and said lightly: "how, is it thinking, if you can do it again, what must you do?"

Linzhou's right pupil suddenly contracted, staring at Yan Zhaoge!

Seeing his expression, Yan Zhaoge nodded: "I can't be sure, but I feel like I'm going back to work through various signs analysis. Now I see your expression, it's true."

Lin Zhou's vision has been gradually blurred, but his mind has become very clear because of the reflection: "you are really different from me, but also different from other people!"

Yan Zhaoge looked at Lin Zhou and shook his head: "I don't know when you lived in the last life? Have you ever experienced the invasion of Yan devil

"If you've ever known about Yan Mo's sudden attack on Bihai city and how Yan Mo touches the earth's pulse and marrow outside the East China Sea, then try to provide information to the rest of the eight pole world. This time, we can all relax a lot in the face of Yan Mo's invasion."

"You will also gain great reputation and merit. Not only will your Tianlei hall praise you, but others will also appreciate your contribution."

Yan Zhaoge said quietly, "didn't you do well in qingzhehu that time?"

Although it is known to the outside world, before the change of qingzhehu, Tianlei hall dug out its own Jueyuan secret chess, which is the contribution of Lin Tianfeng, the father of Linzhou.

But in Yan Zhaoge's guess, Lin Tianfeng should be stained with Lin Zhou's light.

"Although Jueyuan's penetration is too strong, which leads to the leakage of information and a big discount on the results, there is no wrong way of thinking. You are really superior to Yan Shan, and your Tianlei hall has established you as the first person of the young generation. It is also from that matter, not that your cultivation realm surpasses Yan Shan. "

Because we can get involved in the general situation of the world, and we are no longer ordinary younger disciples, young talents.

Lin Zhou snorted coldly, "don't mention qingzhehu. If you really want to say it, you should be in qingzhehu!"

In the first battle of Zhehu in the Qing Dynasty, Jueyuan succeeded in counter calculation due to the leakage of information. However, Yan Zhaoge, who was still the master at that time, destroyed the core hub of the demon Kingdom array.

That war was also the stage for Yan Zhaoge to rise in the whole eight pole world. Since then, no one in the world knows you.

As for what Lin Zhou said, he should have died in qingzhehu, Yan Zhaoge didn't care.

Linzhou is even more angry: "what about my painstaking planning? My father didn't die in the hand of nine hell evil spirits, but also fell in your Guangcheng mountain!"

Yan Zhaoge is clear: "so since then, your mentality has completely changed?"

He said calmly, "although cultivation is still growing, and although you get a lot of opportunistic treasures and the thunder of the night, you are not confident."

Yan Zhaoge shakes his head wordlessly.

After the continuous peak turn of Guangcheng battle, Lin Tianfeng, his father, fell in Guangcheng mountain, which opened the dark gate in Linzhou's heart and started to breed crazy seeds.

In the northern snowy plain, the battle for the relics of the former residence of the ice dragon wusheng was defeated by Yan Zhaoge again. He lost his father's relic, Jing Yuangong, and was blinded by one eye, which made the bottom line in Linzhou's heart completely broken down.

First of all, I firmly believe that I am the leading role of the times. After many setbacks, I begin to doubt.

It seems that we are still making use of the advantages of our preconceptions on a lot of information after our heavy work, but in fact, we have changed from active striving to passive waiting.

Lin Zhou stares at Yan Zhaoge. He feels that his spirit is gradually lax and his life will be far away from him.

"To this day, it's no use saying more," he said in a low voice

"If I can have another chance to revive, I will fight you again!"

"Two lives, are all regrets finally, I am not reconciled!"

Lin Zhou glared at Yan Zhaoge with all his last strength: "Yan Zhaoge, don't be complacent. You're only one or two years longer than me!"

Yan Zhaoge has two eyebrows and one porch. Look at Linzhou.

Lin Zhou laughed: "yes, you don't know, you don't know, everyone doesn't know, only I know!"

"Ignorance is happiness. It can make you live more safely!"

"Yan Zhaoge! I'm waiting for you! "

Yan Zhaoge looked at Lin Zhou and suddenly smiled, "well, I don't know, but I'm standing here, you know, you're going to lie here forever."

"What's the difference between knowing and not knowing?"

Lin Zhou's laughter stopped abruptly, as if he was stuck in the neck, leaving a trace of ending shaking.

"I don't know if you can come back again, but now you can go at ease." Yan Zhaoge said indifferently, "didn't you notice that after the qingzhehu, the trend of the world's general trend is that there is no big difference between you and you?"

"You may be left with regrets in this world, but when you leave, there is nothing to regret in this world."

Yan Zhaoge said: "from a certain point of view, if it was you in qingzhehu at that time, it would be a kind of loss for the current eight pole world, but you have made it irrelevant."

Lin Zhou's eyes are closed when he dies, and his body is completely blown into a blood mist!

A light and shadow of soul also disappeared.

There's no end to it!

Yan Zhaoge shrugs his shoulders: "the third one, it's no different from beating other people to death."

He stretched out his hand and floated in the sea. The black blade of the sword floated towards him with the white thunder.

When the thunder sword shakes in the night, it will turn into darkness and resist the capture of Yan Zhaoge.

Yanzhao singer in the dark green bamboo to the top, the vibration of the thunder sword in the night slightly calm a few minutes.

But the diffuse darkness, or to Yan Zhao song shrouded up, to devour it.

Yan Zhao's singing spirit is peaceful. In every hole in his body, there seems to be a chaotic air mass, which absorbs the darkness in a large amount, but there is no silver and white thunder.

In Yan Zhaoge's mind, however, there was an electric light and a roar of thunder.

With the experience of refining the eye fragments of emperor Lei, Yan Zhaoge is refining this rare eternal night thunder sword at the moment, which is quite smooth.

"It's more like the crystallization of a thunder of the night, which is condensed after being integrated into a sword." Yan Zhaoge's eyes brightened slightly: "it's a good thing. Maybe it can refine one of the nine immortal thunder's eternal thunder."