MTL - History’s Strongest Senior Brother-~ 1810. Revisiting the place, past and present

"Ling Daoyou left the crown of the Taiyin, but she did it for herself. It has nothing to do with the seal."

Alpine is really knowing everything today.

In the Yanzhao song, the purple gold light flashes in the hole and interweaves into a mysterious pattern.

Yuan Tianshu is not omnipotent, but at the moment, it is possible to discern the true and false truths of the cold.

"As for the respected Yan Didao friends..." Gao Han did not wait for Yan Zhaoge to ask questions, he said directly: "He is infected with the image of Taiyi, and if he does not deliberately delve into it, he will not easily see the clues. I am also waiting for him. In the upper bounds of the world, after the first appearance of the knives, he passed his name and associated with the two friends of Yan Xing and Di Qing.

Having said that, he suddenly smiled: "The world is really unbelievable. Yan and Di are two ancestors, the ancestors of the Antarctic, the descendants of the Antarctic, and the disciples of Shao Jun’s Taoist friends, which is actually the order, but this is It’s something you didn’t think of before...”

Yan Zhaoge didn't smile, said faintly: "It's really wonderful. I didn't expect it in the past. It was from the voice of the brothers and you heard the past, and the matter happened."

"Lingdaoyou stayed in the Antarctic, like the elders of the division." Gao Han smiled and said: "I am following the South Pole, because of like-mindedness."

"In the past, Gao has some doubts and never solved it. Now tell Yandaoyou, maybe one day, you can also solve my problems."

After the cold, the Zhaoyan Zhaoge and Feng Yunyi bowed their hands to the ceremony, then went backwards and disappeared into the sky.

Yan Zhao’s songs sent the alpine figure away, no one left, no speech.

Feng Yunyi looked a little worried about Yan Zhao.

"I'm fine, rest assured." Yan Zhaoge noticed the eyes of Feng Yunxiao, turned his head and said: "It's just something, I need to take a look."

Feng Yunxiao did not speak, just nodded gently.

Yan Zhaoge closed his eyes, and there was another picture in his mind, which was spinning like a lantern.

Countless memories of deep things, this moment has been turned up from the bottom of my heart, stirring endlessly.

Gradually, a piece of scattered beads was strung by invisible lines and connected into a complete line.

It’s just this line, still entangled and chaotic.

Yan Zhaoge constantly combs all this.

Then, he began to try something that he always wanted to do since he achieved the realm of Da Luo, but hesitated.

On the scene of the Da Luo Tianxian, Sanhua gathers the top, Yan Zhaoge is far more refined than in previous years, and the mastery of space change and past and future is unprecedented.

At the same time as the body became stronger, the thought of the gods became extremely powerful.

He has a canopy on his head, and the canopy covers the heavens.

The top seems to have broken through the limits of the universe and marched toward a broader level.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge seems to have a sense of sorrow.

As if ordinary people, soul separation, ghost night tour.

Dignified, it seems to be turned into a ghost.

For Yan Zhaoge, who is a master of strength, this feeling is naturally extraordinary.

"This is the difference between the Tao and the ancestors. On top of it, the gods are far away from the mountains..." Yan Zhao’s heart feels: "But the Taoist ancestors still have to stay here. Only when they are detached, they can completely jump out of it. No limit."

"I am very close to the Tao, and I can't last for a long time, but it is not enough." However, it is enough..."

Yan Zhao song feels his own heart, as if the kite off the line, riding the wind, and constantly flying.

But he can still stabilize his own thoughts of the gods and go to the established goal.

To the deepest in the memory, but never go to the goal.

When a blue world, or a blue planet appeared in front of Yan Zhao, he stopped.

Unpredictable time and space stopped changing, and the darkness quickly faded in the eyes.

Instead, the pieces are colorful.

In front of Yan Zhao’s song, it is a world that seems to be strange and incomprehensible.

It is the night, but countless lights illuminate the entire city.

The whistle of the car is called the night.

Yan Zhaoge can even tell immediately that it is still in the evening rush hour of the city, the traffic is dense, and it is blocked everywhere.

It was not the memory that was originally swayed by the original heart.

This is the planet in his memory, the city in memory, the life in memory.

However, he still can't really come back.

In the middle of the car flow, everyone, as far as the Yan Zhao songs, is as if he is transparent, or does not exist.

"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, Butterfly Mengzhuang Zhou?" Yan Zhaoge suddenly laughed.

He travels through the city.

Every time there is a road, there will be a clearer memory, and gradually become a piece.

Yan Zhaoge went all the way to the memory, the home here.

No one at home.

“It’s convenient to have one person to eat before, and the whole family is not hungry.”

"Which is like now, there is a mother, but also a slut, and Da Luo Tianxian still loves it so much. Fortunately, it is not fat."

On one side of the mouth, Yan Zhaoge glanced around.

"The time here, stay at the moment when I left." Yan Zhao whispered to himself: "Not the time here is stagnant, but I can only return to this time."

Leave at this moment, come back next time, will return to this point in time.

"Ha! If I live here, there is such a wonderful thing, isn't it the equivalent of life can read the file again and again? Although there is only one archive, some are not satisfactory." Yan Zhao song smiled and shook his head.

But he has no smile in his eyes.

Looking at the photos on the photo frame, Yan Zhao song is slightly fascinating.

It is not that he has not recognized his appearance.

On the contrary, looking at the photo is like looking at the mirror now.

"The same looks, the same name, so is it me?" Yan Zhao song whispered: "No, it should be more than that..."

He looked at the empty room.

"If my soul is gone, then, where is my body?"

After considering the moment, Yan Zhaoge tried to pick up the photo frame and take it away.

The result was not successful.

He didn't feel annoyed, didn't feel relaxed, but stayed in the same place thinking.

After a long while, his mind was slightly moved.

From the thought of his god, he suddenly gave birth to something.

A real thing.

The strong strength of Yan Zhaoge’s own Da Luo Zhi’s singer’s singularity is like a lonely soul. This thing is really here.

The first three treasures left by Yuan Shi Tianzun in the past.

This treasure, saying that extraordinary is extraordinary, but regardless of Yan Zhaoge or the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor or the Gou Chen Emperor, can not really take the initiative to control the treasures to attack the enemy, unable to exert its power.

Most of the time, except for the symbolic meaning, it is just a little different baby.

However, at this moment, Yan Zhao song thought to communicate the three treasures of jade, "嗖", the photo frame he remembered, disappeared in place.