One Thousand Eight Hundred and Three. Only One Person

The Strongest Senior Brother in History 1803. Only one person

Within the fairy court, the three thousand fairy realms all disintegrated and separated, and the heavenly palace above the nine heavens also suffered a catastrophe at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge walked among the palaces and pavilions of the Heavenly Palace, and everything he passed was razed to the ground!

The group of heretic immortals living in many palaces also disappeared into ashes.

All the Immortal Court Heavenly Lords looked at Yan Zhaoge who was walking briskly, with bitterness in their mouths.

"You can walk as many as you can, so that you can keep the green hills without worrying about running out of firewood." Yin Jiao, the Heavenly Lord who was in his prime year, said helplessly.

For heretics like them, even if they reach Daluo, if they lose the offerings of incense and vows, they will be extremely weak even if they do not fall into the realm.

But at this moment, the catastrophe is coming, and the eggs are not finished yet, but they can't care about that much.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult!" Wenhuang Haotian Emperor Lu Yue looked into the void with a serious face.

There, more than one powerful aura was looming.

The Taoist sect is attacking Immortal Court. Although only Yan Zhaoge appears now, there are more masters hiding around and setting up a dragnet!

A powerful Daluo can hide in the endless void, become one with the void, and drift with the void, so that it is difficult for the world to find him.

However, how could the Taoist sect easily let a group of Immortals from the Immortal Court and the Great Luo Celestials escape?

This time, we will kill Xianting!

The grievances and grievances of the great destruction of the past must be settled one by one, and now is the first step.

"Then we can't sit still and wait for death, right? Isn't that how the direct descendants of the Three Purities came to be?" A lazy voice sounded.

Looking at the Great Dream Heavenly Lord Wang Guan, the other heretic Heavenly Lords were all silent.

Some people's expressions changed slightly when they heard the words "Legendary of the Three Pure Ones", but in the end they just turned into sighs.

Lu Yue was about to speak, but he saw Wang Guan, who was lazily looking like he couldn't wake up, walking straight towards Yan Zhaoge.

A moment ago, he said that he should try his best to escape, but at this moment, he seemed to be falling into a tiger's mouth. Others were shocked when they saw it.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't take any chances. Since we have followed this path, there is no possibility of changing our course!" Lu Yue shouted in a deep voice.

Wang Guan yawned: "Brother Taoist, you are too worried. God wants us to suffer this disaster today. We cannot avoid it. In this case, why not be more calm? We can also let the other party know that there are martyrs in our generation. "

Ignoring the crowd of Xianting Heavenly Lords with different expressions behind him, the man in green shirt looked sleepy and walked towards Yan Zhaoge face to face.

Yan Zhaoge stopped and looked Wang Guan up and down: "I believe there are martyrs among heretics, but I originally thought they should be among young people with low cultivation levels, not people like you."

"It's not that I'm questioning your character and will, but that you, as a great person, should have a very deep understanding of the path you cultivate."

After listening to Yan Zhaoge's words, Wang Guan showed an indescribable look on his face.

His voice was tired: "I know a lot of things now, but I have already walked this road before I knew it. As Taoist Brother Lu Yue said, we have no room to change our ways and can only go all the way."

"If you can get through, you can get through. If you can't get through, it's just like today." Wang Guan smiled: "We only have two results: getting through or not being able to get through. We can't choose not to go."

Yan Zhaoge asked calmly: "When you reach Daluo, you can only live for one yuan at most. If you go up, where can you go? I'm afraid that the Infinite Heavenly Lord will have to transcend, so you can continue to move forward, right?"

"It's not 'us'." Wang Guan sighed: "It's 'me', or any fellow Taoist."

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flashed, while Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and other heretic immortals had different reactions. Some looked calm and unchanged, some angrily scolded Wang Guan to shut up, and some also looked helpless.

"On the day when the Immeasurable Heavenly Lord transcends, I will sacrifice all the believers, including those who have ascended to Daluo in my generation." Wang Guan laughed again: "There is only one exception, and he will become the continuation of the Taoist tradition, inherit the mantle of the Heavenly Lord, and automatically ascend to the Taoist realm. From then on, Reopening the fairy court, reestablishing the human world, and preaching again, this is a new beginning."

"As for who this exception is, none of us can say for sure now.

It's not necessarily that whoever has the strongest strength will succeed. Maybe it's the blessing of the Goddess, and it's possible that the decision can be made with just one word? "

Wang Guan shook his head.

When he was talking to Yan Zhaoge, he didn't avoid anyone. His voice spread far away and echoed in the fairy court.

But at this moment, it doesn't matter anymore.

Those thousands of worlds have their own sects and others to take care of.

Most of the many powerful heretics were wiped out by Yan Zhaoge.

From today on, Immortal Court is destined to become history.

"Maybe he is the strongest one?" Yan Zhaoge looked at him, then at Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and others: "The White Lotus Pure Land is similar, right? In that case, maybe there is someone behind you. Someone hoped that you and Qu Su would die together? "

"Oh, no, it should be the last moment when you and White Lotus Pure Land decide the winner, so I hope you two will finish together." Yan Zhaoge looked at Wang Guan in amusement.

Wang Guan said tiredly: "Looking at it now, that's not important."

He looked at Yan Zhaoge: "It doesn't make much difference whether I take the initiative to come to you now or run away."

“Since I can’t choose not to take this road, I’ll just take it cleanly!”

The sleepy and lazy look on the man in green shirt's face was suddenly wiped away. He was radiant like never before and his eyes were like lightning.

His whole body seemed to be filled with illusory mist.

The entire fairy court, heavenly palace, and even all the heavenly realms became like illusion and reality at this moment, making people feel like falling into a dream.

At this moment, Wang Guan, the most powerful Daluo under the seat of Wuliang Tianzun of Xianting, showed the strongest strength in his life.

"It is comparable to Qu Su's last sword, and it is better than many Daluo Tianxian of our Taoism." Yan Zhaoge sighed a little, looking around at the fog surrounding him.

It seems like a dream world here, where it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and real and fake.

True and false, real and fake, all in Wang Guan's control.

Real existence, here Wang Guan turns it into false.

False existence, here Wang Guan turns it into real.

The fog enveloped Xianting, Yan Zhaoge, and Lu Yue and others.

At this time, other Daluo Tianzun of Xianting also moved together, taking the opportunity to go their separate ways.

Yan Zhaoge's escape method is exquisite, comparable to Yuncheng Wanlipeng, Yang Jian and others.

If there is no strong person to restrain him, it will be difficult for others to escape even if they want to.

As for whether Wang Guan can restrain Yan Zhaoge, no one is sure, but he is already everyone's hope.

Now everyone doesn't care about the outcome of the fight between Wang Guan and Yan Zhaoge, they just try their best to escape, do their best, and leave it to fate.

Whether they can break through the interception of other powerful people from the Three Pure Ones outside is not something that the outsiders need to think about now.

Being able to escape from Yan Zhaoge is the top priority.

However, everyone's backs are cold.

Because a gaze, as if through the heavy fog, fell on them! rw

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