Chapter 530

Yan Zhaoge looked around the deep valley and saw that there was a cave in one direction.

From there, it seems that there are traces of flash floods, sweeping across the bottom of the valley, bringing great destructive power, burying people at the bottom of the valley.

It's not a simple flood, but it's like a star light spring spraying, but it's more violent than the spring eye. The star light turns into a flood and annihilates all the existence in front of it.

Yan Zhaoge looked down at the corpses at the bottom of the valley. Under the starlight bombardment, they had become broken limbs and were covered with injuries.

However, it can be seen from Yan Zhaoge's eyesight that two of them were not killed by the stars, but were killed before they were impacted by them.

One of them was the young man in front of him who was protected by the spirit soldiers and whose body was preserved.

At the first sight of the seven sword marks on his chest, Yan Zhaoge roughly recognized the seven star sword.

There is such a flood of starlight washing, which basically eliminates the possibility of others forging scars.

"Does Shi Jun move his hand?" Yan Zhaoge's spirit was first shaken. Shi Jun was probably here before, but he was found by the warriors of the blood dragon sect.

Fighting broke out between the two sides. Shi Jun killed two people, but he was outnumbered.

Or the mechanism arranged by Shi Jun himself in advance, or the meeting of the people inadvertently triggered the starlight tide.

Shi Jun succeeded in breaking through under the cover of starlight spring tide, while the warriors of Xuelong sect here were engulfed by the spring tide.

Carefully check again. There should be no body behind Shi Jun. Yan Zhaoge is in a much lighter mood.

The trace here shows that all this happened not long ago, and the jade dagger in hand also indicates that it is not far from Shijun. Continue to trace and believe that Shijun can be found soon.

But

Yan Zhaoge looked at the young man with seven sword marks on his chest.

He died in Shijun's hands. He was not very old. He should be a martial arts master, and he should not be born.

Less than the natural state, but there is a inferior spirit soldier with him, this person's identity is bound to be extraordinary.

Yan Zhaoge has made it clear that the level of refining in Canghai world is roughly the same as the overall level of the eight pole world.

Even a large sect like the blood dragon sect, which can't cultivate itself into the martial arts of the innate realm, has spiritual soldiers in its hands, which is also a special case.

Either they have a profound fortune and are lucky enough to get it out of the world, or they have a different family background.

Yan Zhaoge stared at the young man for a moment, and said in his heart: "well Shouldn't it have happened? "

Lightly patted the forehead, Yan Zhaoge said: "if this is Wei that year, now this situation should not let him run around. Even if he wants to find jun'er and Shen Ying himself, there will be blood dragon sect experts around him."

"Just now, the great master can still withdraw from that place. In this way, the people outside of the blood dragon sect may also know the existence of this place."

Just thinking about it, the eyes of Beiming beside yanzhaoge flash slightly.

Yan Zhaoge is connected with it: "someone enters this foreign space from the entrance? Moreover, cultivation Very high! "

The next moment, Yan Zhaoge himself can feel the violent vibration at the entrance of foreign space.

The other side's action is extremely unrestrained, without any disguised meaning, directly tear the purple cloud at the entrance by force, and break in.

The speed of the visitors was like flying, and they soon arrived at the mouth of the deep valley.

Yan Zhaoge looked up and saw an old man with silver hair looking down.

Seeing the body of the young man on the ground, the old man with silver hair suddenly gave out a cry of grief, and his eyes were red instantly.

Yan Zhaoge felt the strong breath of the old man with silver hair and touched his chin: "Nianchen?"

The blood dragon sect, the master of jiulongzhi, a saint soldier of all ages, will cut off the thumb of his left hand.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes fell on the old man's left hand, and he saw that there were only four fingers in his palm, and his thumb was missing.

He smacked his lips. "It's true."

Nianchen stares at Yan Zhaoge, looks furious and says, "you are Yan Zhaoge? "

The elder of Xuelong sect has just been out of the pass. He has been closed for cultivation before. Recently, he was out of the pass because of the affairs of Shi Jun, Shen Ying and Nian Wei.

After he left, his whole mind was focused on searching for the whereabouts of Shi Jun.

Yan Zhaoge is really famous now. The disciples will naturally report his deeds and experiences to Nian Chen.

But Nianchen was always arrogant and arrogant. Now he was furious because of NianWei's death, and suddenly gave out a dragon chant, and the blood light on his body flew out.

More angry, Nianchen did not despise the enemy. Even though Beiming stood quietly beside yanzhaoge, like a statue, Nianchen noticed its existence.

The blood light in the air turns into blood dragons, and then condenses into a huge light and shadow.

This light and shadow dragon head's body is born with one arm, and on one huge claw, there are clearly nine fingers and claws.

Yan Zhaoge looks at Nianchen calmly and sneers: "if I do it, can a master martial artist leave the body? Don't you think a bad spirit soldier can protect him

Nianchen stretched out his hands, and the nine fingers lit up in unison, showing nine sharp fingertips that were as red as blood and flashed with golden light.

Wearing a fingertip, Nian Chen's hands are like the claws of a dragon.

At the moment, his face was full of anger, which turned into coldness: "those seven sword marks are the handwriting of the little beast named Shi!"

"But it's not your hand, and it must have something to do with you!"

Beside Nian Chen, there were other martial artists of the blood dragon sect. One of them was a middle-aged man with extraordinary appearance. His accomplishments reached the level of Grand Master in the later period of Yuanfu.

He saw the bodies of Nian Wei and others at the bottom of the valley, and his eyes flashed with pain and worry.

Yan Zhaoge takes a look and recognizes that this middle-aged man is the missing father of Shen Ying. Shen Shicheng, the current leader of the blood dragon sect, is in charge.

Shen Shicheng not only lamented the fall of his disciples, but also worried about his daughter.

He looked at Yan Zhaoge and said in a deep voice, "Yan Zhaoge, young master Yan, your name has been thundering recently. Shen doesn't really want to see you here."

"If you stay in Changli mountain, it's enough. Since you come here, it means that you must have something to do with Shijun!" Shen Shicheng shook his head slowly: "Shijun master and apprentice, the origin is mysterious, so are you."

"You said that it's very common for you to find changlishan, but Shi Jun and his disciples don't live in changlishan. They don't live in changlishan. They can understand why you, who are both guests, are here."

Shen Shicheng asked in a deep voice, "young master Yan has always been aboveboard. Shouldn't he say that all this is coincidence? Or do you want to deny that the sword mark on my nephew Nian Wei was not made by Shi Jun? "