Chapter 567 (2/2)

Gao Tianzhong and others listened to Yan Zhaoge's explanation and all looked at each other.

Yan Zhaoge began to look at the folding fan in his hand, and after a careful perception, it was clear in his heart: ”the handle of the fan was made of wood, no wonder it can protect people from being hurt by the sky and the power of the realm!”

”If you don't reach the four realms of wusheng, you can go to the upper realms.” Yanzhao Singer pointed to rubbing the handle of the fan: ”however, setting up a border in this dragon tomb for such a long time has almost exhausted the spiritual power. If you want to use it, you need some preparation.”

Yan Zhaoge opened the paper fan, and saw a few simple strokes on the fan, which seemed to contain the mysterious and martial art mood.

”It turns out that light and darkness are interlaced and mingled. The original dark power mood of the universe is quite superior. However, it should be developed after the great disillusionment. There are some traces of the Taoist tradition of Youming saints before the great disillusionment.”

”Well, wait a minute. He just mentioned Guangming sect, which is also the power of the upper world? There's a lot of resentment in words, so it's light dark opposition? Is it possible that the Christian orthodoxy of Youming split into one light and one dark? ”

When Yan Zhaoge saw the sign on the fan that said ”dark emperor Liang Zhichao”, many thoughts and conjectures appeared in his heart.

Under the dark abyss, as if endless, Yan Zhaoge and his party walk through it, time flies by.

But in this time and space, it's hard to tell. How many days, months or even years have passed?

In this journey, Yan Zhaoge and others also met with other sects, or peers, or hostility, or passing by.

The farther back you go, you can feel that the warriors in the vast world, including those in the middle of the sky, are getting restless.

They have been in the Dragon tomb for too long, staying in it, and it is not easy to judge how much time the outside world has passed. If there is chaos in the sea world, it is not easy to deal with it.

Although before coming in, every family has made arrangements. The Mountain Gate of the family is equipped with enough left behind forces, not afraid of other families turning around to attack.

The most mysterious evil saint, Lin Qiancheng, has been killed by Yan Zhaoge.

But if it goes on like this, it's hard to say whether there will be any changes.

Yan Zhaoge and others have even seen someone try to turn around and leave the Dragon tomb.

I don't know how long it has been going on, but I feel that the temperature in the abyss has gradually become too low for even the Grand Master of Yuanfu to bear. Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly moves.

He vaguely felt the familiar atmosphere, which originated from his former residence when he stepped on the ice dragon warrior in the eight polar world.

Yan Zhaoge's spirit was refreshed, which urged Huanglong to speed up the decline.

The dark abyss in front of us finally came to an end.

What appears in front of us is a shocking sight.

Dragon, all are dragons.

It's not Jiaolong, it's not Jianlong, it's not Qiulong, it's not any kind of miscellaneous blood dragon, it's all real dragon.

Thousands, I don't know how many.

The dragon's scales and claws are shining, lifelike, majestic and blazing, vigorous blood, interwoven with the palpitating death of destruction, just like a vast sea.

All the dragons seem to be still alive, but they are still standing at the bottom of the ancient cold abyss.