Chapter 219 (2/2)

This pressure may not be intuitive enough, but it is much more than the great sun emperor and Huang Guanglie.

The current situation in the eight polar world can be balanced, played games, pursued, resisted and defeated.

But the power of destroying heaven and earth, just like the power of destroying the world, if it comes again, how to get through it?

Perhaps, in the end of Yan Zhaoge's life, such a catastrophe will not come again, but perhaps, tomorrow?

Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened them again. His eyes were calm.

”A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” Yan Zhaoge murmured, stretched out his palm forward, and printed it on the broken porch of the temple in front of his eyes.

The vigorous Qi of Yan Zhaoge penetrates the corridor pillars of Shengong. On the broken stone pillars, there are light lines, extending along the surface lines of the pillars.

But when the crack is reached, the light lines break off and begin to dissipate, turning into light dust and floating in the air.

However, Rao is like this. There are invisible waves, which are centered on stone pillars, expanding in all directions and dispersing a lot of sandstorms.

Yan Zhaoge looks at the fracture of the stone pillar, and can't help but frown slightly.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Zhaoge enters again and injects his own vigorous Qi, and the light pattern on the stone pillar lights up again.

When the light pattern extends to the fracture again, the light suddenly becomes brighter and more concise.

The invisible and immaterial brilliance, at this moment, seems to turn into tangible things. At a slow but stable speed, it no longer depends on the stone pillars, but continues to extend in the air boom.

It contains infinite and mysterious light patterns. In the air like this, it seems that a complete stone column is twined and continues to interweave.

Coiled on the non-existent invisible stone column, the light pattern is more and more complete, and the spirit overflowing from it is more and more majestic, constantly shaking the surrounding void.

Since the broken stone column, the mysterious power mood has gradually become complete, which makes people feel elusive but shocked.

Yan Zhaoge looks attentive, but closes his eyes.

In my mind, gradually reappear, that buried in the deep memory of the existence, towering temple, standing on nine days.

The stone pillars buried in the desert suddenly began to shake.

With the vibration of the stone pillars, taking them as the center, one after another, the holy lines extended far out in the desert, and the momentum was violent.

The sand dunes around began to rise and fall violently. At this moment, the desert seemed to become an ocean with strong winds and waves.

Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng are on the side, both of them are looking at this scene with a dignified look, and barely settle down their body shape.

Yan Zhaoge looked as usual. After a while, he took a long breath and stopped injecting his vigorous Qi into the stone pillar.

The turbulent desert is finally restored to its original state, but the light lines on the ground, like gullies and cracks, still extend in all directions.

The light lines on the stone pillars are bright, which condenses in the half air, as if to restore the broken stone pillars to the complete light lines, but also condenses in the half air, which does not dissipate.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the stone pillars and thought: ”it is indeed the terrain of the western desert, which is combined together.”

”In this case, if you want to pull out the stone pillars and take them away, I'm afraid you need to carry out preliminary refining in situ.”

Ah Hu stood aside and suddenly moved in his heart. Turning around, he saw elder Li and some of his fighters turning back. It seemed that something had happened to report to Yan Zhaoge.