Chapter 1172

Under the heavy pressure of Yan Zhaoge and fan Tianyin, the crumbling array was finally broken.

Five air pillars, all collapsing, full of spirit and Qi, form five huge whirlpools, squeeze into a group, and almost engulf the virtual peak.

This chaotic aura storm has left everyone on xulai peak at a loss.

"Since emperor Qiandi is not here, I can't help you little ones, but I can't stay here."

Yan Zhaoge carries his hands behind him and comes to the top of the mountain leisurely.

A group of disciples from emperor Qiandi's gate who came to the peak in vain can only leave the mountain without returning.

At this moment, no one can see it. If you dare to stay on the mountain, you will be buried immediately.

No one is cruel, but I just want to stay as far away from Yanzhao song as possible.

At this time, it's hard to talk, not only to make people laugh, but also to kill them.

Yan Zhaoge didn't pay much attention to it. He went to the center of the main peak of xulai peak.

Here, it is a Taoist temple, where the great emperor Qianyuan's Taoism hall is located.

Yan Zhaoge breaks through the outer defense and enters into it peacefully. He doesn't think much about the things beside him and comes to the backyard all the way.

Here, a towering ancient tree with light green light flashing from its branches and leaves stands quietly.

"It's a pity that it's not really a pure ginseng fruit tree, but it's grafted. The spirit of the fruit is not so good, but it's very rare." Yan Zhaoge smiled and reached for his hand directly.

As if an invisible giant hand appeared in the air, it planed out the towering ancient tree.

Its root system seems to run through the whole virtual peak, deep underground.

But at the moment, Yan Zhaoge also took away the earth with the stone.

With this action, the huge virtual peak rocked violently, and the whole mountain began to collapse!

Yan Zhaoge is the last one to stamp his foot. This immortal mountain, which is famous in the world for many years, collapsed completely and was razed to the ground. It no longer exists!

In the distance, Wang Pu and a Hu looked at the clouds and saw the dust flying in the Kunlun Mountains. The whole mountain range centered on the xulai peak was low.

Yanzhao singer is holding a huge tree which is many times bigger than his body. He steps out of the collapsed mountains step by step and returns to Wang Pu and ah Hu.

"Younger martial brother Yan, I have to say that I almost forget that you have such profound attainments in the way of array." Wang Pu said with a wry smile.

In fact, it's not that he forgot.

It's Yan Zhaoge who has been dazzling in other aspects over the years.

It's not only the outstanding personal strength, wusheng Jiuchong, but also the late realm of Xianqiao to suppress the emperor in black.

Moreover, in the way of refining tools, it makes people tongue tied and sigh at the dust.

One's own strength supports the Tianji Pavilion, affects the hearts of the whole world, and makes many lost treasures reappear in the world.

Whether it's personal martial arts or weapon training, it should be something that requires a lot of time and energy.

Others are gifted and hardworking. To have Yan Zhaoge's achievements in one of them is enough to shock the world.

Yanzhaoge, whether learning martial arts or practicing utensils, is enough to look down upon all living beings.

So that Wang Pu subconsciously ignored. Before Yan Zhaoge founded Tianji Pavilion, when he was still wandering southeast and south, when he was still seeing the God wusheng, he once buried a group of Xianqiao wusheng with a nine curve Yellow River array.

Because I always feel that martial arts and weapon training are so excellent. In other aspects, I have no energy to give consideration to them, right?

But at the moment Wang Pu had to admit that the idea was wrong.

"No, the idea itself is right." Wang Pu said with a wry smile, "it's right for other people, but it's wrong for younger martial brother Yan."

Yan Zhaoge nodded and smiled at Wang Pu and said, "elder martial brother Wang, I have been waiting for a long time."

Then he looked at ah Hu and said, "take this tree to the eastern heaven, give it to my father, and let him deal with it."

This doesn't need to ask Wang Pu and others. You will never forget yujingyan if you have fruit.

Yan Zhaoge raised his hands and collected them in the middle.

The huge tree, which was so huge that it reached the ground, suddenly became the size of a small sapling.

Black and white two Qi flow around the seedlings, controlling to make it unable to return to its original state.

Then Yan Zhaoge hands the saplings to ah Hu.

"Young master, would you like to think about it and go to Qilin cliff as well?" Ah Hu took over the sapling and smiled, but his eyes were full of money fans.

Wang Pu's mouth was twitching, and he looked at the master and servant in front of him.

"Qilin cliff, it's not going there first. It's going to be later." Yan Zhaoge waved and said casually.

Listening to the first half of the sentence, Wang Pu breathed a sigh of relief, but listening to the second half of the sentence, it is inevitable that there will be some toothache.

"But childe, the emperor is not here, the hidden emperor is closed, and the supremacy of the earth makes you block up the Kunlun Mountain early and kill it. Now the Qilin cliff is also headless." Ah Hu asked curiously.

Wang Pu said with a wry smile, "because it's the gate of Xuanxian. Both the Dharma protection and forbidden system and the gate array are set up by the emperor as a quiet Xuanxian. They are different from xulai peak. Even if no one presides over them, our martial saints can't move their share."

"Unless the emperor falls, and there is no one to take care of him, let time pass and wash away, at least for more than a thousand years or even longer, and become a relic cave, then we may go in."

Ah Hu blinked, looked at Wang Pu, opened his mouth to say something, and swallowed again.

But Wang Pu clearly understood what he meant, and smiled more bitterly: "it's not good to have Kaiyuan sword, unless it's the strong one who really pushes open the immortal gate to control Kaiyuan sword."

"Young master, what if you come to the supreme realm?" Ah Hu asked quietly.

Yan Zhaoge didn't care and said, "when the mountain was opened, did you see the sword light that uncle Yue sent back?"

Ah Hu nodded: "powerful and terrifying, it makes emperor Qian and others have no power to fight back."

"Let's not say that uncle Yue didn't have real Kung Fu at that time." Yan Zhaoge shrugged his shoulders: "not only me, if there is a martial saint in the world, who is powerful enough to subvert the world's cognition. Although he can't hurt the real immortal who has successfully survived the immortal disaster, he can play the real immortal just as he plays the ball, and play him as he wants..."

"At least from the point of view of the scene, does it seem that it's almost like a fairy going to fight that real fairy?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

A Hu nodded involuntarily.

Yan Zhaoge continued: "however, if you go to fight with any Xuanxian, you will only be overwhelmed."

"Why?" Ah Hu scratched his head and asked in wonder.

"Because the real immortal has no leakage, and the mysterious immortal is quiet."

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "no leakage and quiet, for people on earth, it is the most intuitive difference between the real immortal and the Xuanxian. It has nothing to do with martial arts cultivation and comprehension, not with talent and understanding constitution, but with the principles and rules of the world itself. If you can't get rid of it, you have to obey it. If you can get rid of it, then Xuanxian will be nothing for a long time. "