Chapter 841

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were full of light and shadow, which restored calm.

He rose again from the ground.

Yan Zhaoge's movements are peaceful, without any sense of strength.

But as he got up, the whole dragon hall shook.

The vast void outside the hall seemed to vibrate with it.

Yan Zhaoge's movements seem ordinary, but there is a charm of returning to nature.

With the movement of his mind, a mysterious pattern of light appeared on the surface of his whole body.

The powerful, hot and frightening breath of power comes from every hole in yanzhaoge.

The light on Yan Zhaoge is bright and dark, like the stars in the night sky.

In the Dragon hall, fengyunsheng, AHU and Xiaoai stop their practice and watch Yan Zhaoge.

Little love held his cheeks in both hands and opened his mouth. After a long time, he said with admiration, "young master, you have not broken the void yet and become a real God. How can you feel like you have refined your inner universe?"

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, "the unreal but unreal inner universe."

There are top martial arts, massive pills from xuanxiao Zijin stove, and many treasures accumulated before.

With all these efforts, Yan and Zhao's songs are respected today and have been further successful.

Qi, blood, body, spirit and mind, the true meaning of martial arts, perfect into one, regardless of each other.

Three aspects of wusheng, the later realm of harmony!

The road of combining the three Qing Dynasties and the martial arts is far more difficult than other roads.

But once one step forward, Yan Zhaoge's strength will also have a huge growth.

He breathed out a deep breath, and the flash of light on his body disappeared instantly, and the domineering and amazing breath disappeared.

Yan Zhaoge stretched his muscles and bones: "OK."

With a stroke of his hand, the inner crystal furnace flew in front of him.

Yan Zhaoge claps on the inner crystal furnace with one hand, the furnace cover is opened, and a purple light flies out of it.

The six foot long dark green bamboo stick, lying quietly in the inner crystal furnace, has nothing unusual except the glittering purple luster on its surface.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the bamboo stick carefully, smiled and closed the furnace cover again.

He went out of the hall, sat on the top of Panpan's head, looked at the chaotic void in front of him, recorded the changes, and kept speculating.

"Gao Qing and others can quickly return to biyoutian. It's not just before they come out, they have been instructed by their elders to know how to do in similar situations."

"Bi Youtian itself should have its own particularity," said Yan Zhaoge

"Gao Qing is very confident. When they enter the biyoutian, it's hard for the Buddhist to track them, or to take people to biyoutian and kill them. It's hard for the Buddhist to find out. This is because biyoutian is special, not because of xuanhuang or Longquan emperor."

This may be because the heaven and earth itself is special, or it may be because some treasures are buried and suppressed in biyou heaven all the year round.

While thinking, Yan Zhaoge tries to figure out the changes of the void in front of her and find a way to return to the void on the other side of the wall.

In the following days, Yan Zhaoge's life was spent between cultivation and road finding.

Feng Yunsheng and others are in the Qunlong hall, supported by many elixirs and resources and treasures, concentrating on cultivation.

I don't know how long the sun and the moon are in the mountains. With the passage of time, it will soon be another half year.

One day, Yan Zhaoge after continuous deduction, the heart gradually has the abdominal draft.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter. Suddenly he jumped up, reached out his fingers, and wrote in the air.

Pan Pan stops, and Beiming comes out of the Dragon hall to write one Rune after another in the dark void together with Yan Zhaoge.

For a long time, Yan Zhaoge stopped when the brilliant runes filled the void and surrounded Yan Zhaoge and others.

The dense and brilliant runes rotate and converge in the void, and gradually turn into a huge vortex.

At the bottom of the vortex, the space is distorted and no longer dark. Instead, it bursts out with unspeakable brilliance, almost illuminating the surrounding void.

Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "well, this method was used for the first time, but it's still not perfect. The noise is a little big."

"There is still room for improvement and further streamlining."

While chanting, Yan Zhaoge returns to Pan Pan's head again, and then lightly taps the big guy under his body: "gone."

Pan Pan roared, four claws galloping, carrying the Dragon hall and Yan Zhaoge, and rushed into the endless brilliance at the bottom of the vortex.

When the brilliance dissipated again, a dark void reappeared in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes.

It seems that there is no difference from the scene just now. It is easy to doubt whether you are still in the world of Buddhism.

But Yan Zhaoge knows that he has successfully returned to the other side of the "wall" and to the daomen world where he used to be, the upper world, the eight pole world and so on.

Back here, it's much easier to return to the upper bound.

However, the action of turning over the "wall" still has some influence.

Although he came back here, Yan Zhaoge's void kept folding and flipping, resulting in various folds, which made it difficult for him to directly return to the southeast Yangtian realm according to the road signs he left on the upper boundary.

Yan Zhaoge didn't panic. He went with the current, found a wound on the sky wall, and entered it.

When he went through the injury of the sky wall and finally saw the blue sky of the upper world again, he was also very pleased.

Feeling the time flow of the upper bound, comparing with the time flow of wandering in time and space, Yan Zhaoge nodded with satisfaction: "it's not much different from my previous calculation."

Time is still very rich, Yan Zhaoge began to study, where he fell this time.

Soon found in the vicinity of a place where there are people, Yan Zhaoge immediately asked.

Although there is a common language, there are many vernaculars and dialects because of regional differences.

Yan Zhaoge also spent some time to find out. His current position is the junction of the eastern heaven and the Northeast heaven.

It's not close to the southeast hot weather. You need to travel all the way south and across the whole eastern sky.

Yan Zhaoge didn't care about it, and went straight to the road.

But just as he was about to leave, his pace slowed down.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes can't help but look at a person in the distance.

It was a skinny young man with the most beautiful appearance and excellent demeanor, which was unforgettable to the onlookers.

Although it is not deliberately revealed, it is not deliberately concealed. The strength of one's cultivation is quite outstanding. It has been the three levels of wusheng and the state of the later stage of syncretism.

According to Yan Zhaoge's vision, this man is only one step away from the four realms of wusheng.

But these are not the reasons for Yan Zhaoge to stop.

What makes him care is that, except for the gender difference, the man's appearance is exactly the same as that of Sikong Qing.

Another "Sikong Qing".