Zhao Hao's body couldn't resist Yan Zhaoge's sword gang entering his body. It was completely shattered and turned into a bloody mist!
A faint phantom seemed to be floating in front of Yan Zhaoge.
His facial features were five points similar to Zhao Hao's, but not exactly the same.
Yan Zhaoge had seen the portrait of Gao Zhe, the Danhuo Shenjian, handed down in the past, and saw that the appearance of this phantom was not only similar to Zhao Hao, but also similar to Gao Zhe.
It is the other party's soul.
However, at this moment, this soul is also fragmented and on the verge of annihilation.
Zhao Hao, or Gao Zhe, stared fixedly at Yan Zhaoge and uttered a silent roar, which seemed to echo in Yan Zhaoge's ears: "If I don't die today, I will definitely come back and have revenge!"
"Yan Zhaoge, and Guangcheng Mountain behind you, we will never die, and we will fight to the death with you!"
Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly, and said lightly, "You die, I live, that's fine."
Zhao Hao roared to the sky unwillingly.
At this time, a suction force suddenly came from the small black incense burner that fell on the ground, rolling Zhao Hao's shattered remnant soul, trying to suck it into it.
"Come here too?" Yan Zhaoge slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, stretched out his palm, and burst out with strength, immediately immobilizing Zhao Hao's remnant soul, making it impossible for him to enter the small black incense burner.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Hao, smiled calmly and said, "Ye Jing was able to play this game in Zhenlongyuan, because I didn't have the intention to kill him at that time."
"As for you, damn it, you can't live."
As soon as Yan Zhaoge spat out the force of his palm, Zhao Hao's remnant soul twisted instantly!
Zhao Hao roared: "You little ant..."
Yan Zhaoge sneered: "You'd better figure it out, right now, you are the ants in your mouth."
"How weak is it?" Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows: "So weak, I don't care if you hate me or not, and I don't care why you are hostile to Guangcheng Mountain."
"You're not in the way, I'm too lazy to care about you, if you dare to stab me, then I'll kill you."
Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Hao calmly: "This is my opinion of you, simple and clear, dealing with you is also very simple."
Zhao Hao's face was ashen, but he could no longer say anything.
His soul was completely annihilated in Yan Zhaoge's hands!
The soul is scattered, and there is no redemption!
Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.
Ye Chongzhou, Xiao Yu, Zhang Yao and the others stared blankly at the scene in front of them, unable to recover.
And Liu Shengfeng, who collapsed on the ground, was even more stunned and lost his mind.
In fact, from Yan Zhaoge's appearance to now, it was only a short time.
Save people, break formations, and kill enemies.
Everything happens in just a few breaths.
The situation, in an instant, was completely reversed.
One moment, the Gate of the Nine Serenities seemed to be coming, but the next moment, Yan Zhaoge blatantly beheaded Zhao Hao and the others, and the Demon Realm formation reversed and disintegrated.
Looking at Yan Zhaoge's standing figure on the ground, Ye Chongzhou, Zhang Yao and the others were in a trance for a moment.
Yan Zhaoge watched calmly as the black mist-like demonic energy gradually dissipated in front of him.
Originating from Jiuyou, the terrifying aura gradually subsided, and the illusory crack gate on the ground completely disappeared.
It was as if there was an extremely unwilling will coming from endless time and space, roaring in Yan Zhaoge's ear.
Yan Zhaoge didn't change his face, put the sword back into its sheath, looked up, and saw the dissipated demonic energy around it, turning into chains and chains flying all over the sky.
Not only Elder Mo from Cangwu Mountain, but also other fallen demons have more or less encountered the backlash of the formation, and the demonic energy rewinds and rushes into the body.
The higher the cultivation level of the fallen demon, the more serious it will be to be backlashed by the demonic energy.
Without the magic energy bonus, they were damaged by the magic energy instead. Under the ebb and flow, the strong team of the Jueyuan organization suddenly collapsed and lost a lot.
In the sky, the red holy mountain stopped for a while, Yan Zhaoge could feel the gaze of the mountain stone man on him.
"It's a pity that it's not my Cangmang disciple..." Shan Shiweng seemed regretful and praised, leaving a vague sentence, and went away in an instant, continuing to kill other Jueyuan experts.
Yan Zhaoge watched the mountain stone man go away without showing any signs of expression, a suction force was generated in the palm of his hand, and he sucked up the small black incense burner that had fallen beside Zhao Hao's corpse.
As far as he is concerned, he is more interested in this small incense burner than Zhao Hao.
The sword that beheaded Zhao Hao, and the sword that defeated Zhao Hao before Xinghuochangkong were martial arts that Yan Zhaoge himself comprehended and created.
As his cultivation base keeps improving, he keeps sorting out his own martial arts, and he has begun to form a family of his own and master it well.
Flick of the fingers is just the beginning.
The martial art that has just been displayed is the more profound truth.
Although it is still in its infancy, and immature compared to Snap Finger Thunder, its power should not be underestimated.
Yan Zhaoge performed this martial art, turned it into swordsmanship, and controlled the spiritual weapon and spiritual sword Jade Dragon to assassinate, but he couldn't leave even a single scratch on the small black incense burner.
This shows that this seemingly inconspicuous small black incense burner has extraordinary fundamental quality.
So Yan Zhaoge was very interested in the black incense burner in front of him, but he was also a bit apprehensive.
While adjusting his breath and recuperating, and recovering his lost vitality, he checked the black incense burner.
At first, he didn't feel anything, but when Yan Zhaoge focused his attention on the censer carefully, he felt a trance, as if he wanted to get out of his body and voluntarily plunge into the black censer.
Yan Zhaoge was slightly vigilant in his heart, and stabilized his mind.
He slowly stretched out his hand and poured his own qi into it, stirring continuously.
The stellar energy injected into it quickly disappeared without a trace, and there was no feedback. It completely severed contact with Yan Zhaoge, the original owner.
With the continuous infusion of stellar energy, Yan Zhaoge hit his spirit, and suddenly felt a little dazed again.
But this time he was well prepared, and while holding his mind firmly, he continued to explore the small black incense burner.
Yan Zhaoge's consciousness seemed to merge into a completely dark world, quiet and deep, endless darkness.
"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge frowned, he found that there was a strange force acting on his mind, preventing him from leaving this dark world, trying to make him sink deeper and deeper in this dark world.
There is no light in the world in front of me, the black is extremely pure, as if all the light projected on it has been absorbed, leaving only the deepest darkness.
Even though it was only a piece of boundless darkness, Yan Zhaoge's mind seemed to be subjected to endless temptations, luring his spiritual will to completely sink into it.
Although Yan Zhaoge could feel that this dark world itself was not malicious.
But he can be 100% sure that if he can't control his mind and is swallowed by darkness, then his soul will be imprisoned in this boundless darkness forever, and his body will also become an empty shell.