Chapter 569

Yan Zhaoge fell in another direction, and everyone was stunned.

Such abnormal behavior makes people feel wrong subconsciously. Zhao Chong wants to come here, but he lets Beiming get entangled.

Lin Shihe, the palace leader of Crystal Palace, and Liu Shuo, the island leader of jinghun Island, hesitated a little and didn't make a move after all.

At this time, anyone who makes a move may point to Jiulong, a saint soldier, for nothing.

After a little hesitation, they no longer paid attention to Yan Zhaoge, but grabbed one dragon corpse after another from the bottom of the abyss.

Yan Zhaoge fell to the bottom of the abyss and kept moving. At last, he came to a corner of the abyss. After searching for some time, he rose again, as if to leave the abyss.

Beiming's body is still in the same place to fight with Zhao Chong, but the body gradually began to move up, which surprised everyone.

Yan Zhaoge ignored other people's eyes and went all the way up.

“…… Here it is! "

Yan Zhaoge's eyes brightened, his left hand was in the void, as if he was pressing something.

The right hand keeps writing a line of Rune marks in the air, and finally condenses into a strange array of pictures, which is mysterious and graceful.

These array pictures are all from Yan Zhaoge's former residence in the eight polar world. Although he did not carefully understand them, he also wrote down many of them.

These primitives turn into little frost, melt into the void, and then shine.

The next moment, a strong will appears in the ancient cold abyss, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

Zhao Chong, Lin Shi, Liu Shuo and others all changed their faces. Looking up together, they saw the void in front of Yan Zhaoge breaking open, as if from an endless unknown place, a gate opened.

A figure emerged from it, but it was a corpse, wearing a shining light armor.

The strong breath is just coming from the light armor!

Clearly is also a saint soldier!

Zhao Chong and others almost burst out with blood: "where did this holy soldier come from? I didn't feel it before. How does Yan Zhaoge know where things are? "

Yan Zhaoge looked at the corpse and sighed with regret: "after a long time, the dust will return to the earth. Today, Yan will enjoy the legacy of his predecessor. Please don't blame him."

This corpse and his holy soldiers are unknown to the warriors of the world.

But Fu Enshu saw the clue: "ice dragon warrior? Proud cold martial clothes? "

The mummy is the ice dragon warrior who came from the eight polar world and also came for the Dragon tomb, but fell here.

In the past, although he was a strong man in the dual realm of wusheng, and his accomplishments were more than those of the northern Ming wusheng Zhuang Kun, it took too long for him to practice martial arts, which was different from the special physique of Zhuang Kun. So to this day, his legacy has declined and decayed.

Even if the martial saint is strong in body and Qi and blood and has wasted a long time, there will be a day when the dust returns to the earth.

However, it is precisely because the ice dragon warrior has lost his Qi and blood that he continuously nourishes his soldiers' proud cold martial clothes. To this day, they are still shining!

Yan Zhaoge waved in his laughter, and Beiming broke the Dragon corpse in his hand. He left Zhao Chong and went back to his side.

Zhao is in a great hurry. He is about to pursue him. Even Lin Shi and Liu Shuo under him frown and stop collecting the Dragon corpse. They have the intention to come up.

Yan Zhaoge laughed: "you guys, I'm not polite."

Open the miniature bag, and an imaginary palace flies out of it.

There is only one pillar and one girder in the core of the palace, but the nine light dragons seem to turn into dragon columns to support the palace.

Zhao Chong saw the nine light dragons, and his pupils slightly contracted: "it's the change of Jiulong finger?"

The palace blocked Zhao Chong's way, while Beiming separated and rushed to the side of the ice dragon martial saint. After a salute, his fingers were like sharp blades, cutting through the skin.

Beiming separated from Zhenyuan. In the dry transformation, several drops of ice blue flowed slowly, like ice crystals.

With a wave of Yan Zhao's singer, one of the drops was refined. Beiming's hands were also opened, and the remaining drops were put into his hands. Zhenyuan refined it.

At the next moment, there are thousands of ice blue runes in the eyes of Yan Zhaoge and Beiming.

"Proud sea cold dragon rhyme, very superior unique skill." There was a long roar of Yan Zhao's song and a flash of ice dragon light and shadow on the top of his head.

Beiming's arms spread out separately, which even inspired the proud cold martial clothes to fall on himself.

He was inspired to the extreme by his martial arts will. In the flash of light and shadow on his head, there was a vast sea. In addition to the ups and downs of Kunpeng, there was a looming ice dragon flying.

"It's just a preliminary refining. The strength may not be fully exerted, but it can also be used in a short time."

North Yin shouts a long whistle, then turns around, and flashes like lightning to the chop dragon road master Zhao heavy!

Zhao Chong holds the North hell magic gun he attacked. Before he can fight back, a dragon chant suddenly rings across the way, and he sees the roaring ice dragon rush out.

In the face of the seven seas dragon cutting sword, the ice dragon is extremely violent, as if it has been touched against the scales.

The magnificent power and the northern hell magic gun attacked Zhao Chong, forcing him to step back.

Although the strength of Beiming's separate body and proud cold martial clothes are not integrated, they are both strong enough!

Zhao Chong's face was blue and fierce. He wanted to fight with Beiming.

However, the illusory palace had fallen down and shrouded Zhao Chong's movements.

Beiming split up again, this time directly smashed Zhao Chong's long sword!

Roaring ice dragon pounced on Zhao Chong's old shoulder injury. Zhao Chong groaned and his whole arm was twisted by Sheng Sheng!

Zhao Chong did not dare to stay, roared and rushed up to escape from the bottom of the abyss.

After defeating Zhao Chong, Beiming didn't pursue either. Wearing the proud cold martial clothes, he took the palace with him and fell down from the sky to the dragons at the bottom of the abyss.

Gao Tianzhong and others stare round their eyes, how could they have never thought that things would change like this!

Yan Zhaoge's figure, in their eyes, is no longer unpredictable, but inexplicable terror!

Lin Shi and Liu Shuo are even more bitter in their mouths.

It's not through negotiation, but the two strong men, good and evil, subconsciously put their hands together at the same time. For the first time in their lives, it may be the only time to join hands.

In the interlaced space of Lin Shi's two palms, the six changes of the dragon's shape have been exerted, and the Dragon chants nine clouds, even vaguely drives the local dragons to rise together.

A huge black box suddenly appeared behind Liu Shuo's back. When the mechanism was opened, a black blade light flew out of it. Under the urging of the 14 chop of the unique school in soul Island, the power of the soul box of the saint soldiers was frightening.

Beiming is fearless. He is dressed in a cold and proud martial suit. He bows left and right with both hands, and stops Lin Shi and Liu Shuo together.

However, the unreal palace did not stop. After falling into the dragon group, the whole ancient cold abyss seemed to vibrate together.

In an instant, the countless dragon corpses, just like hundreds of rivers running into the sea, took the initiative to throw themselves into the palace.

This collection speed is far faster than the sum of Lin Shi, Liu Shuo and others!

Everyone's eyes were raised and they couldn't believe it.