Chapter 841 (1/2)

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.