The terrifying golden saber light, like the sun slanting to the west, slashed at Yan Zhaoge!
But another terrifying saber aura that sliced through the sky and pierced the void swept the wind and clouds in all directions, and slashed out obliquely, blocking the golden saber light.
Yan Zhaoge didn't even look at the top of his head, entered the protective formation, and ran directly towards Eastern Tang Kingdom Lord Zhao Shicheng.
After the Great Annihilation, the Heavenly Abyss Countercurrent Art, which was declared lost in the Eight Great Worlds, was performed by Yan Zhaoge.
The method of swirling and countercurrent was urged to the extreme by Yan Zhaoge, and his whole body was surging like a dragon.
At this time, it is not like when I was practicing before, guiding the black mist-like chaotic evil spirit into the body.
Instead, it was completely acting on the outside, Yan Zhaoge slashed out with a palm, as if wielding a big knife, and slashed towards the black air column that was pulling Zhao Shicheng!
As soon as the knife fell, the black column of air twisted violently!
It was like a real big snake that was slashed by a knife, twisting its thick body in pain.
Where the knife edge landed, the black column of air was visibly thinner, as if a big gap had been chopped out!
"How did you do it?" Everyone in the Eastern Tang Kingdom looked like a ghost.
Yan Zhaoge didn't have time to be courteous to them, he moved his palm like a knife, and slashed at the same position several times in a row!
The black column of air shook violently and broke!
One part was quickly retracted into the abyss, and the other part was poured into Zhao Shicheng's body.
Zhao Shicheng's body shook again, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth again, but without the traction of black energy, everyone could finally bring him out of Zhenlongyuan.
Although the warriors of the Eastern Tang Dynasty were shocked by Yan Zhaoge's performance, they also knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, so they hurriedly helped Zhao Shicheng retreat to the outside of Zhenlongyuan.
The storm above the head became more intense, and the warriors of the Great Rishengzong began to try to break through downwards, while the warriors of Guangchengshan kept blocking.
Mr. Dongsheng began to act less and less afraid.
A few slashes of Xixie Fentian Saber seemed to destroy the entire town of Longyuan and bury everyone here.
Elder Qin, who has a fiery temper, is calm and calm at this moment, not seeking meritorious deeds but seeking innocence.
He cautiously received Dong Shengjun's offensive one by one, ensuring that Yan Zhaoge, Zhao Shicheng and others evacuated.
Yan Zhaoge escorted Zhao Shicheng away with the warriors of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
Now the situation is still extremely unfavorable to himself and Guangcheng Mountain, Zhao Shicheng is seriously injured, even if he is rescued from Zhenlongyuan, can he still cope with the huge change now
"Huh? Something's wrong, what's the smell?"
As they walked, Yan Zhaoge suddenly frowned, came to Zhao Shicheng's side, and sniffed carefully.
"Damn! The pollen of the lark's ghost grass?" Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyes: "Usually it is colorless and odorless, but only when it comes into contact with the chaotic aura of Zhenlongyuan will it emit a smell."
The warriors from the Eastern Tang Dynasty all looked at Yan Zhaoge in surprise and bewilderment.
Yan Zhaoge pinched his own forehead: "Cangmang Mountain, sure enough, also had a hand."
The Eastern Tang Kingdom takes alchemy and medicine as its tradition, and the leader of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Zhao Shicheng, is himself one of the top three alchemy masters in the Eastern Tang world.
Even he didn't notice the abnormality on his body, and it's no wonder that other Eastern Tang warriors didn't know about it.
Among the several holy places, Cangwu Mountain's alchemy is relatively weak, and Bailing Guicao never produces in the mountain area.
"Zhao Hao..." Yan Zhaoge squinted his eyes, such unpopular knowledge of pharmacology, besides himself, was the only person in Dongtang who knew about it.
With Zhao Hao's current cultivation base, he couldn't smell it from a long distance.
But he can point the great master and powerhouse in Cangwu Mountain to track them by scent.
If the other party is really accompanied by a great master, the speed will be faster than the whole group.
When the whereabouts are exposed, it is impossible to run simply.
"Ah Hu, grab a fast monster, it will kill you!" Yan Zhaoge gave an order, and Ahu immediately executed it without asking the reason.
At this time, Yan Zhaoge didn't care about being polite, and directly stripped off Zhao Shicheng's robe, tied it to the monster that Ah Hu had captured, and released the monster.
"I can't stop, keep moving." Yan Zhaoge said, "After stripping off his outer robe, Zhao Shibo still has the scent of lark ghost grass pollen on his body."
"Stop and you'll be exposed."
A group of people continued to move forward, but at this moment, the shock in Zhenlongyuan became more and more obvious, as if the sky was falling apart.
"Your Majesty's situation is getting worse and worse!"
As he was walking, an Eastern Tang warrior said in a deep voice.
Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, stepped forward to check, and saw Zhao Shicheng's face turned black, and the two auras of green and red kept intertwining.
This is because although he is in a coma, the profound arts in his body are operating on their own to resist the evil spirits that invaded his body.
The two sides fought and entangled, and were affected by the external shock, so that there was a danger of going crazy.
At this time, if you continue to move him, it will accelerate his death.
There are innate master warriors from the Eastern Tang Kingdom who use their own qi to protect the Dharma, but in the current environment where the world seems to be doomsday in Zhenlongyuan, it is difficult to protect them comprehensively.
Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath: "Since you can't continue to move, let's compete with the opponent for time."
"Let go of Zhao Shibo, I'll help him heal."
Because of Yan Zhaoge's consecutive miraculous performances and the family relationship between the Yan family and Zhao Shicheng, under these circumstances, the warriors of the Eastern Tang Dynasty chose to trust Yan Zhaoge.
A strong man with the realm of a congenital master immediately stepped forward to assist.
Yan Zhaoge put both palms on Zhao Shicheng's chest with one hand, and his vest with the other, and began to run the Heavenly Abyss Countercurrent Art to help Zhao Shicheng channel and dispel the evil spirits in his body.
Ah Hu and the others stayed closely beside Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng.
At this moment, Ah Hu's face was full of seriousness, and there was worry in his gaze towards Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng.
Fortunately, with the passage of time, Zhao Shicheng's condition gradually stabilized, and everyone looked happy when they saw him.
However, the formation maintained by Zhao Shicheng as the core became more and more unstable at this time.
Obviously, the situation in Jingyang City is not optimistic.
At this moment, Ah Hu and the others frowned, and the black mist in the distance broke, and a group of warriors appeared.
The people who came were all dressed in black, which was exactly the attire of a martial artist from Cangwu Mountain.
The leader is a congenital master, and beside him stands a young man who is obviously Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao glanced at Yan Zhaoge and Zhao Shicheng with deep eyes, "Can you smell the pollen of larks and ghost grass?"
"Fortunately, after the distance is close, the Xiantian Grandmaster can barely smell the smell, otherwise he will really fall into your golden cicada's plan to escape the shell."
The innate master of Cangmang Mountain said indifferently: "Master Zhao is not simply injured at this moment, but the evil spirit in Zhenlongyuan has entered his body."
"If the treatment is ineffective, it will kill Zhao Guozhu's life."
"In this case, it is better for the master martial artist not to act. Elder He, the great master of our sect, will arrive in no time. It is only reasonable for him to help Guozhu Zhao heal his injuries."
He took a step forward: "Saving people is like putting out a fire. It should be sooner rather than later. Just hand them over to us."
Zhao Hao didn't look at Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu, but stared at the other warriors from the Eastern Tang Dynasty: "The treatment was delayed, or the emperor's life was killed instead."
"Which of you can afford this responsibility?"