Chapter 1803 (1/2)

Yan Zhaoge did not use the big Youming wheel for many years, but the big Youming wheel has always been with him.

For today!

In the past, he received the Canghua God tree which was transformed by Hu Yuexin, the great emperor of Tongming, and returned to heaven. Yan Zhaoge promised in front of the Canghua God tree that he would personally cut off the outsiders who had besieged him with the big Youming wheel which was transformed by Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming.

Now, it's time for Yan Zhaoge to perform the contract.

Wang Guan, LV Yue, Yin Jiao and other celestial beings were on the side of the court. Yan Zhaoge ignored them for the time being, and first picked out the people who had been involved in the siege of Yin Tianxia.

Some of the people who participated in the war at the beginning are no longer in the world. Now there are five people who are still in the world.

Among the five people in front of him, Yan Zhaoge also saw the snow emperor who once met each other.

It was the meeting that touched the great Youming wheel, which enabled yanzhaoge to witness the last moment of Yin Tianxia's life through the great Youming wheel.

Yan Zhaoge looks at them expressionless.

The big Youming wheel rises and falls, falls and rises. It is not urgent, not slow, stable and orderly.

Between the light and the dark, there seems to be a scaffold in the void.

On the stage, the big Youming wheel rises and falls, killing five Xianting warriors in front of yanzhaoge one by one!

On the boundary of Xianting, jade light rose up one after another, crisscross and turned into a magnificent pagoda, which was suppressed to yanzhaoge.

Yan and Zhao didn't pay attention either. They just raised the big Youming wheel and smashed it down, killing the martial artists in front of them.

There are auspicious clouds rising around his body, surrounding his body and isolating jade light.

At the same time, Yan Zhaoge reappears with a canopy on his head, standing up to the pagoda under pressure.

Huagai rotating, seemingly magnificent pagoda, suddenly disintegrated.

He killed five Xianting warriors, including snow emperor, who were involved in the siege of Yin Tianxia. Yan Zhao's singer threw them away, and the big Youming wheel flew up in the air and hung in the Xianting, like a dark sun shining on the fairylands.

People in Xianting are cold at the bottom of their hearts.

The big bright wheel is like a person opening his eyes and witnessing what is happening at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge takes a new step and walks in Xianting.

Three thousand fairyland, tens of thousands of the world at this moment seem to have broken the bead of the line, slip off from the fairy court, towards the endless void outside.

With Yan Zhaoge's walking, Xianting's border area gradually disintegrates and collapses, which is hard to maintain.

Yan Zhaoge is not embarrassed by the countless common people in that part of the world.

Yan Zhaoge didn't pay attention to the lower middle class martial artists.

There are others outside to settle and solve.

However, all the people in Xianting who have opened the Xianmen gate are all under the indifferent gaze of Yan Zhaoge.

There are three thousand fairylands in Xianting. Under normal circumstances, there are about twelve big Luo immortals, about seventy-two Tai Xu Yuan immortals, about two hundred and sixteen quiet Xuan immortals, and about seven hundred and twenty no leakage true immortals.

There may be a slight deviation in quantity, but in general, it is maintained at this level for a long time.

In the past, Jiuyou demons were successfully transformed, which further increased the number of Xianting strongmen.

Although maintaining the existing territory, there may not be enough incense and fire willing to worship in the future, the number of top powerful people in the Xianting of Duhua demons has reached the highest ever, far higher than the previous peak.

But at this moment, the number of immortals in the outlaw way is meaningless.

Yan Zhaoge coughs gently, and there are auspicious clouds around her body, just like a piece of fertile soil. From the fertile soil, the green light surges, branches and leaves are drawn, and many towering trees are born.

”Brother cableway has already reported the Revenge of the old man on the obsidian, and the hand blade directly attacked the opponent on the obsidian.” Yan Zhaoge looked around: ”today, I will make up another one to comfort our ancestors.”

On that towering tree, there are white flowers.