Yan Zhaoge's mood was calm, without any panic.
Moving forward in this darkness is undoubtedly another refinement of one's spiritual will.
Any weakness, slack, laziness or vacillation will cause the darkness to take advantage of it. By resisting the temptation of the darkness, Yan Zhaoge's willpower will be sublimated again, and the impurities in his mind will be removed.
In the end, Yan Zhaoge was wandering in the boundless darkness, but he was leisurely and relaxed. Although there was darkness that could pull people into the abyss, it had no effect on him at all.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge felt something in his heart, and raised his head with a smile. On top of his dark head, a pair of jet-black eyes emerged, watching him quietly.
In the quiet darkness, Yan Zhaoge didn't speak, and his black eyes didn't make any sound, but there was a strange communication between the two.
The black eyes were neither sad nor happy, but seemed to acknowledge the existence of Yan Zhaoge, they gradually closed and did not appear again, as if they had never existed.
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly. At this moment, he was consciously withdrawing from the dark world.
Seeing the light again, Yan Zhaoge played with the small black incense burner with great interest.
Turn it upside down, and you will see two ancient characters engraved under the incense burner.
Eat the ground.
Yan Zhaoge thought of Zhao Hao who had shouted these two words when he fought with Zhao Hao just now.
"Eat the hearth furnace?" Yan Zhaoge thought in his heart.
This is not an ordinary treasure, not a spiritual weapon, but it seems to have its own spirituality and will.
The pair of black eyes were not a spiritual imprint left by others, but manifested after the earth-eating furnace itself gave birth to spirituality.
Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "Interesting, if you want to truly grasp this treasure instead of using it clumsily like Zhao Hao, I'm afraid it will take some effort."
Putting away the incense burner, Yan Zhaoge stood where he was, and continued to adjust his breath quietly.
Before that, his loss was also extremely huge, not to mention running out of fuel, and it was also the battle with the greatest energy consumption in history.
The fight with Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao and others is nothing more than that, the key is that his energy and spirit are combined with the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye, which stimulates the instant thunder, and the power of the burning holy soldier fragments explodes in an instant.
Although Yan Zhaoge himself would not be completely drained of energy like the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye that he took back in his bosom at this moment, he still felt like a thief had gone to the sky.
However, it is not difficult for Yan Zhaoge to recover.
In the sea of dantian qi, the chaotic air mass vibrates, splitting into streams of ice and fire, and the yin and yang complement each other, quickly nourishing the almost dry vitality.
In comparison, the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye are much more troublesome.
The purple orb formed by the shards of the Holy Soldier has a dull luster at this moment, like a gray stone bead without any luster.
Yan Zhaoge communicated with him mentally, but he could only feel a tiny bit of spirituality, and the other party seemed to fall into a deep sleep that was like suspended animation.
If he wanted to turn it into a thunder light again and match it with his right eye, he couldn't do it for the time being.
While adjusting his breath, Yan Zhaoge thought, "After all, it's just fragments, not the real holy weapon Thunder Emperor's Eye."
"According to the rumors, the Thunder Emperor's Eye in its heyday, a moment of thunder, opened up the world, and in the next moment, its power will be completely restored to its original state."
"It's just like we breathe. When we exhale, it is a divine thunder that shatters the void. When we inhale, all the essence of the surrounding world replenishes itself."
"But now, after its power is exhausted, it will take a long time to accumulate it again, and when it is used next time, just don't activate the Momentary Thunder, otherwise it will still be like this time, once again. Give it all."
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath of foul air, and his own state was mostly recovered: "Fortunately, we have established a close connection with the Eye of the Thunder Emperor before, otherwise it will be a lot of trouble this time."
"Tsk, after going back this time, you must strengthen your formation skills." Yan Zhaoge shook his head, turned to look to the other side.
There, Ye Chongzhou, Zhang Yao and others supported each other, bandaged the wound, and adjusted breath to relieve the injury.
Seeing Yan Zhaoge looking over, Ye Chongzhou sighed, "Junior Brother Yan, thanks to you this time, otherwise we would all be dead."
"It's not just that we will die under Liu Shengfeng's hands, but more importantly, the gate of the Nine Serenities will be opened, and the consequences will be disastrous."
Yan Zhaoge came over: "Senior Brother Ye, you are being polite. At a time like this, if you have the ability to do something, it is naturally impossible to stand by and watch."
"It's just that in order to break the formation, I needed some preparation time and made you suffer."
Zhang Yao shook her head again and again: "Brother Yan, don't say that, you saved us."
Li Jingwan said: "If Senior Brother Yan doesn't prevent the opening of the Nine Nether Gates in time, we will still die in the end, and we may fall into Liu Shengfeng's hands and suffer more crimes and torture."
While speaking, she turned her head to look at the other side, where Liu Shengfeng was limp on the ground, half dead, and the bodies of the other two fallen demons who had been beheaded by Yan Zhaoge had disappeared.
Ruan Ping bandaged his wound at this time, his face was pale and weak, but his eyes were cold.
He stood beside Liu Shengfeng, looking down at Liu Shengfeng who was lying on the ground.
Liu Shengfeng forced a flattering smile full of fear on his face: "Brother Ruan, you don't care about villains... ah!"
The second half of his words were blocked in his throat, replaced by a scream.
Ruan Ping stepped hard on Liu Shengfeng's body.
Liu Shengfeng's chest and abdomen were already bloody, and now that Ruan Ping stomped on him, he felt so much pain.
Ruan Ping struggled to move his foot, and then stepped on the wound of Liu Shengfeng's broken arm.
Liu Shengfeng gasped with "ho ho" and couldn't even scream.
Yan Zhaoge came to Ruan Ping's side, Ruan Ping looked at him, said after a moment of silence, "Thank you for saving your life."
"You're welcome." Yan Zhaoge nodded, Ruan Ping hesitated slightly: "You want to stop me?"
Yan Zhaoge waved his hand: "What's the matter, save his life, it's just for you to deal with."
While speaking, Yan Zhaoge's palm grabbed the air, and from the wound on Liu Shengfeng's broken arm, black streamers were sucked out and fell into Yan Zhaoge's palm: "I just have a little feeling for his method of temporarily reshaping the broken arm. Just interested."
Turning off the black light, Yan Zhaoge turned and walked away: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."
Ruan Ping nodded, and looked down again at Liu Shengfeng below, and there was a look of despair in Liu Shengfeng's eyes.
Seeing the screaming Liu Shengfeng, Ye Chongzhou frowned slightly, sighed, and said nothing, Li Jingwan and Zhang Yao turned their heads to the other side.
Xiao Yu, who was in the same school as Liu Shengfeng, was a little dazed at this moment, as if he was thinking about something.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the place where the golden tower was before.
There is already a piece of ruins, but there seems to be something in the ruins.