Chapter 922 (1/2)

Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting look at each other and nod their heads. They enter the vortex together.

In front of the eyes, there was a continuous movement of chaotic scenes.

When the brilliance finally dissipates, it appears in front of Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Ge, which is another dark void.

However, feeling the flow of spirit and watching the stars in the universe, Yan Zhaoge knows that they have successfully returned to the world under the control of Sanqing Taoism.

Although the time and space in front of them are chaotic, forming overlapping folds, which makes them hard to walk, it is not long before they return to the upper boundary.

Especially for Yan Zhaoge, with the experience of returning from the world of Buddhism last time, it will be much easier this time.

Last time, he was a martial saint. Now, he has reached the level of seeing God. He also cultivates the fallen immortal sword. It's easier to walk in this chaotic world.

”Although the time is not long, but this time I went to the ground of Xianting, but I felt like another life.” Yan Zhaoge said with a smile.

Fu Ting nodded slightly: ”if it wasn't for Bi you Tian's Dragon Snow to appear alone, if it wasn't for you to have the treasure left by Emperor Youming, we would be in danger.”

Yan Zhaoge said: ”it should be said that the most important martial Saint from a layman's background was inherited from Haoyang palace. His ancestors had conflicts with emperor Youming at that time.”

Fu Ting's eyebrows were full of gloom: ”my father once said that the immortal soldiers left by Emperor Youming were unlucky.”

”But I won't tell you the reason. I can only tell you after my cultivation reaches the peak of wusheng.”

”Now it seems that it may have something to do with the fairy court.”

Fu Ting turned to Yan Zhaoge and said, ”just now, I left the Xianting boundary and came back to our side. I tried to think of the name of infinite Buddha again.”

Yan Zhaoge's smile disappeared and asked solemnly, ”what's the result?”

Fu Ting long spit out a mouthful of turbid gas: ”that kind of strange feeling, still have.”

Yan Zhao's songs are full of deep thoughts.

Of course, it is impossible for Fu ting to worship and sing the infinite Buddha.

The problem is that just thinking about each other's name seems to be abnormal.

In a way, it means that when she knows the existence of the other party, there seems to be an invisible seed, rooting in her heart.

However, the seed does not germinate.

As for whether it will germinate in the future, it's hard to say.

In connection with the original statements of the splendid emperor, Liu Zhenggu, the supreme in the northeast, Cao Jie, the supreme in the southeast, Yan Zhaoge can't help but wonder whether they are vague and secretive, and whether it is the Xianting, or the existence of the immeasurable celestial beings?

If so, no wonder they are so cautious.

What is Fu Ting's talent and strength?

Both the upper world and biyoutian are included. Among the people Yan Zhaoge has personally contacted, there are only two who can win her steadily in the same realm.

Little sword God, dragon and snow are still.

My father, Yandi.

In addition, among the people Yan Zhaoge has personally contacted, no one can easily win by virtue of his own cultivation.

Fu Ting's strength lies not only in her talent, savvy and unique cultivation.

His mentality, willpower, practical experience, wisdom and observation in the face of war, and his ability to adapt to circumstances are all outstanding.

However, such a rare genius still seems unable to exempt from the taboo of Xianting and wuliangtianzun.

”Young master Yan, is there nothing unusual in your mind, or in your mouth when you mention the immeasurable Buddha?” Fu Ting asked with a frown.

Yan Zhaoge's heart moved slightly.

He did not.