One Thousand Eight Hundred and Two. Attack the Immortal Court!

The Strongest Senior Brother in History 1802. Attack the Immortal Court!

Yan Zhaoge has not used the Great Youming Wheel for many years, but he has always carried it with him.

It's for today!

In the past, when he took the Canghua Divine Tree transformed from the remains of Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin back to Tianwaitian, Yan Zhaoge promised in front of the Canghua Divine Tree that he would personally kill the outsiders who besieged him with the Great Youming Wheel transformed from the remains of Emperor Youming Yin Tianxia.

Now, it is time for Yan Zhaoge to fulfill his promise.

Wang Guan, Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and other Immortal Court Daluo Tianxians were by his side, but Yan Zhaoge ignored them for the time being and first pulled out those who participated in the siege of Yin Tianxia.

Some of the participants in the war are no longer alive, and there are five people who are still alive now.

Among the five people in front of him, Yan Zhaoge also saw the Snow Queen who had met him once in the past.

It was the encounter that year that subtly touched the Great Youming Wheel, allowing Yan Zhaoge to witness the last moments of the life of the former Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia through the Great Youming Wheel.

Yan Zhaoge stared at them expressionlessly.

The Great Youming Wheel rose and fell, fell and rose again, neither hurried nor slow, and was steady and orderly.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, it seemed as if an execution platform had been erected in the void.

The Great Youming Wheel on the platform rose and fell, killing the five immortal court warriors in front of Yan Zhaoge one by one!

On the territory of the immortal court, one after another jade light rose, crisscrossed, and turned into a magnificent pagoda, suppressing Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge ignored it, just raised the Great Youming Wheel high, and then smashed it down, killing the immortal court warriors in front of him.

There were clouds rising around his body, surrounding his body, isolating the jade light.

At the same time, the canopy above Yan Zhaoge's head reappeared, holding up the pressed pagoda.

As the canopy rotated, the seemingly magnificent pagoda collapsed.

After killing the five immortal warriors including Xue Huang who participated in the siege of Yin Tianxia, ​​Yan Zhaoge threw the Great Dark Bright Wheel into the air and hung high in the immortal court, like a dim sun, illuminating all the immortal realms.

The people in the immortal court felt a chill in their hearts.

The Great Dark Bright Wheel seemed to open its eyes and witness everything that happened at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge took another step and walked in the immortal court.

The three thousand immortal realms and tens of thousands of worlds seemed to be beads with broken strings at this moment, slipping out of the immortal court and dispersing into the endless void outside.

As Yan Zhaoge walked, the borders of the immortal court gradually disintegrated and collapsed, and it was no longer possible to maintain it.

Yan Zhaoge did not make things difficult for the countless secular people in those worlds.

Yan Zhaoge did not pay attention to the middle and lower-level warriors with lower cultivation.

There were other people outside to settle and solve them.

All the people in the Immortal Court who have opened the Immortal Gate are all under Yan Zhaoge's cold gaze.

There are 3,000 fairylands in the Immortal Court. Under normal circumstances, there are about 12 Daluo Tianxian, about 72 Taixu Yuanxian, about 216 Qingjing Xuanxian, and about 720 Wulou Zhenxian.

The number may be slightly different, but generally speaking, it has been maintained at this level for a long time.

The previous success in converting the Nine Nether Demons has further increased the number of powerful people in the Immortal Court.

Although there may not be enough incense and vows to maintain the current territory in the future, the number of top powerhouses in the Immortal Court who have converted the demons has reached the highest level in history, far exceeding the previous peak.

But at this moment, the number of the group of foreign immortals has lost its meaning.

Yan Zhaoge coughed lightly, and a group of auspicious clouds around his body were like pieces of fertile soil. From the fertile soil, green light surged, branches and leaves sprouted, and many towering trees grew.

"Brother Suo Dao has already avenged the old grudge of Mu Yao Sui Xing Shang Zun by killing the enemy who directly attacked Mu Yao Sui Xing Shang Zun." Yan Zhaoge looked around: "Today, I will make up for it to comfort the ancestors."

White flowers bloomed on the towering trees.

At the same time, heavy fruits grew on the branches.

However, these are not ordinary fruits.

They are made of lightning!

The sound of "sizzling" electric current resounded through the heavens, and the lightning balls flashed and expanded and contracted as if breathing.

"The outsiders who caused the death of Emperor Tongming Hu Yuexin in the past,

who are still alive today, I will also take care of them today."

In Yan Zhaoge's eyes, the graceful purple-gold light flashed, interweaving into runes.

He glanced at the group of outsiders, and his gaze paused slightly on four of them.

All the strong men in the fairy court felt like they were falling into an ice cave.

The lightning "fruits" on the towering trees around Yan Zhaoge fell off the branches and leaves one after another, and then smashed in all directions!

Including the four people he paid special attention to, the group of immortals in the outer Dao present were swallowed up by the exploding thunder.

One after another, the precious lights of the power of wishes were annihilated.

The terrifying sea of ​​lightning surrounded the Celestial Palace, like a doomsday catastrophe, slaughtering the group of immortals in the outer Dao.

"Although my grandfather and grandmother died because of the previous sword Buddha of the White Lotus Pure Land, and I have avenged this hatred with my own hands, their lifelong wish is to clear the turbidity and promote the good, and restore order." The sea of ​​lightning parted, and Yan Zhaoge walked on the lightning: "Yan, today, also uses these two swords to pay tribute to the ancestors."

As he spoke, he raised both hands forward at the same time.

In the palms of his left and right hands, a sword light flew out.

The two sword lights were as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon, flying between the universe and wandering in the celestial court.

Wherever they passed, blood flowed like a river.

The warriors of the Immortal Court could not stop or hide from the sword.

The sword light and thunder were everywhere, invincible, and the foreign immortals were killed in large numbers.

Outside the Immortal Court, in the void, there was a faint demonic intent surging.

Although the Chaos Pearl was not seen, the only powerful demon who could appear here at this moment was undoubtedly Yuanshi Tianmo.

But at the same time, a white lotus also loomed, facing it from a distance.

The future Buddha Maitreya would certainly be happy to see the destruction of the Immortal Court.

He suffered a lot in the previous situation of the Nine Netherworlds. Now he is reluctant to take action. He will definitely not be able to defeat Yuanshi Tianmo head-on, but he can still try to stop him temporarily.

This blockage is enough for Yan Zhaoge to go on a killing spree!

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge reenacted the scene of the Monkey King attacking the Heavenly Palace. He conquered the Immortal Court and the Heavenly Palace alone, and marched straight in, unstoppable.

Although the Immortal Court has converted the demons, the manpower has increased greatly, and the strength has increased greatly, but now they are all destroyed by Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge stepped into the magnificent heavenly palace. Above his head, there was golden light and jade light, revealing pagodas and palaces one after another, forming a formation to suppress him.

The magnificent formation was stacked layer by layer, intertwined together, like a three-dimensional city, like a fairy city, pressing towards Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge clenched his fist with one hand and punched upward.

The city was shattered!

He looked at the pavilions and palaces of the heavenly palace of the fairy court, and then blew a breath slowly.

The white air wave swept forward like a tsunami, pushing the magnificent palace in front of Yan Zhaoge.

The palaces collapsed one after another, and from a distance, it looked like the wind blowing wheat waves. The strongest senior brother in history

1802. Attack the fairy court!