Chapter 945 (2/2)

Gold and black wings, into the golden light, quickly into the center of the vortex, into the dark.

The golden light disappeared in an instant.

Yan Zhaoge was not in a hurry, but also fell into the gloom of the sea floor.

Once in the gloom, Yan Zhaoge felt that his time and space were changing, as if he had crossed one door and entered another world.

”Similar to the situation when I was looking for xuanxiao Zijin stove......” Thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge stabilizes herself and walks in the dark with ah Hu and pan pan pan.

When the sky reappeared in front of us, it was a bit of a broken scene.

Based on one side of the world, the spirit has not been exhausted, but there is no way to understand the chaos.

The world in this area is not big. The situation is similar to the former Tomb of Youming emperor, but it exists for a cave.

Looking at the scene, the years are indeed very far away, such as water time wash down, not old.

Seeing this, we can be sure that this place is indeed the legacy of our predecessors, and the Lord's family has fallen.

Even if it didn't fall, it had left for a long time and never came back.

Yan Zhaoge even suspected that, like the foreign space where the former residence of Hesan people was located, it existed before the great destruction. Although it didn't completely collapse, it also suffered a lot of disasters, so this was the scene.

Zhao gehuan looked around, but he did not find the traces of the three foot mountain and his party. It seemed that they had fallen somewhere else.

In the distance, there are high mountains, hidden in the white fog, which looks quite ethereal, but it's hard to see the details.

It's just in the white fog, as if there is a Taoist view.

Yan Zhaoge walked to the Taoist temple first.

Walking along, we find that the difference here, walking through the white fog, space and time are strange.

Yan Zhaoge walked in it, only feeling that he never seemed to be close to Taoist temple, but in situ.

He shook his head, his eyes gleaming red.

Under the sharp edge of the fallen immortal sword, the white fog in front of it suddenly gradually dispersed.

At this time, the road became clear. Yan Zhaoge had to go to the mountain all the way. In a moment, he went to the gate of the temple.

Yan Zhaoge stood still and saw a plaque fading out of the gate of the Taoist temple, hidden in the dust.

Blowing a breath, the dust spread, showing the mottled card, on the book three words: ”Zong Yuanguan.”

”No impression...” Yan Zhaoge mumbles to himself.

Was it built after the great disillusionment, or was it a man who did not appear before the great disillusionment?

Before the great disillusionment, almost all the major sects in the world, the library of Tianting temple, were recorded.

Only Sanqing's lineage was the exception. Although most of the lineage and the temple of heaven knew about it, there would always be an unknown existence.

Yan Zhaoge, fretting in his heart, walked to the left from the front of the Taoist temple. After a long detour, he stood in the mountains and looked down.

In this direction, there was a flash of gold in the middle of the mountain, hidden in the white fog, as if the rising of the sun.

It's the people of SANZU mountain.

The other side's speed is obviously not as fast as Yan Zhaoge, who is pregnant with the trapped sword, so that Yan Zhaoge is the first to sing.

The people of SANZU mountain looked up at the Taoist temple and immediately saw Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu standing beside it.

Their faces suddenly changed.

Unfortunately, although the distance between them seems to be not far, but in the role of white fog, it looks like the end of the world.