Chapter 945

Three legged Jinwu, also known as dari Jinwu, the legendary son of Haotian, is born from the essence of fire.

With Phoenix, true dragon, Kirin and Kunpeng.

In the floating world, there are fire crows who are related to Jinwu, but they are not real blood descendants of Jinwu, but they can burn the sky and boil the sea.

But compared with the real three legged golden and black, it is much worse.

As an adult, born with pure blood, and trained to the peak day after day, the three legged golden black can directly incarnate the sun, which is comparable to the real sun star, and does not belong to the existence of human beings.

Yan Zhaoge is very interested in the three legged Jinwu, because after the great disillusionment, these animals seem to be extinct.

Although the Dragon nationality has withered, it still exists after the great disillusionment, but there is little news about Jinwu.

However, the light and shadow in front of us are obviously not real.

South East yangtianjing, Qingfeng plateau, three foot mountain.

Its unique skill inherits the mystery of the book of Jin Wu burning the world, which is exactly the true meaning of the power of Jin Wu in arrogance day.

Before the great disillusionment, this unique skill was possessed by a powerful force named Jinwu valley.

After the great disillusionment, the founder of SANZU mountain accidentally got the remnant of the book of Jin Wu burning, so as to establish the original foundation of SANZU mountain.

Later, the fragments were supplemented, and the tripod mountain became one of the most powerful forces on the Qingfeng plateau, and became famous in the whole southeast Yangtian.

In front of Yan Zhaoge, the three legged golden and black light and shadow, surrounded by the sunlight, constantly moved between the dense black devils, avoiding the black fog like ink.

"Well, there's something pressing on the bottom of the box." Yan Zhaoge looks at the scene and raises her eyebrows slightly.

Surrounded by the black devils, it seems that many of the nine realms of the martial saint are besieged together.

Although it's not fast and agile enough, the lethality of the black fog is absolutely amazing.

It's the most powerful martial Saint at Xianqiao level, who is wounded when touched, and dies when touched.

The black devils are too dense. It's not easy to walk through them.

It is said that the headmaster of SANZU mountain is the one with eight martial arts saints and a strong realm in the middle stage of Xianqiao.

Although the book of Jin Wu burning is excellent, and there are top-grade saints to suppress the mountain gate, it is also a life of nine deaths to pass the black evil spirit.

However, Yan Zhaoge is watching the golden Wu at the moment. Although it moves slowly, it is also moving forward.

There's pressure, but you can handle it.

This makes Yan Zhaoge interested.

He is faster than the people of tripod mountain, and has gradually caught up with them head-on.

But under the guidance of the dust, the common destination of both sides has finally arrived!

The golden and black light and shadow also realized that someone was chasing after them, but they did not stop, but suddenly fell.

Keep away from the dark evil spirit of Taoism, and the gold and the black all the way down to the sea.

The white water of the wilderness is the most dangerous existence in itself.

The people who have the highest martial Saint accomplishments are brave enough to step on them, and their bones and flesh turn into blood and water in three minutes.

Therefore, those who enter the wild sea prefer to face the dangers of the dark evil spirit and the dark fire, rather than fall on the sea.

But at this moment, there is a huge vortex on the surface of the barren sea, and the center of the vortex goes straight to the bottom of the sea.

There, a deep dark, fuzzy, it is difficult to explore the truth.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were fixed. The white line stretched out from the upper part of his hand was pointing to the deep darkness at the bottom of the vortex center.

In the golden and black light and shadow, there is also a white line, pointing to the bottom of the vortex.

Gold and black wings, into the golden light, quickly into the center of the vortex, into the dark.

The golden light disappeared in an instant.

Yan Zhaoge was not in a hurry, but also fell into the gloom of the sea floor.

Once in the gloom, Yan Zhaoge felt that his time and space were changing, as if he had crossed one door and entered another world.

"Similar to the situation when I was looking for xuanxiao Zijin stove......" Thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge stabilizes herself and walks in the dark with ah Hu and pan pan pan.

When the sky reappeared in front of us, it was a bit of a broken scene.

Based on one side of the world, the spirit has not been exhausted, but there is no way to understand the chaos.

The world in this area is not big. The situation is similar to the former Tomb of Youming emperor, but it exists for a cave.

Looking at the scene, the years are indeed very far away, such as water time wash down, not old.

Seeing this, we can be sure that this place is indeed the legacy of our predecessors, and the Lord's family has fallen.

Even if it didn't fall, it had left for a long time and never came back.

Yan Zhaoge even suspected that, like the foreign space where the former residence of Hesan people was located, it existed before the great destruction. Although it didn't completely collapse, it also suffered a lot of disasters, so this was the scene.

Zhao gehuan looked around, but he did not find the traces of the three foot mountain and his party. It seemed that they had fallen somewhere else.

In the distance, there are high mountains, hidden in the white fog, which looks quite ethereal, but it's hard to see the details.

It's just in the white fog, as if there is a Taoist view.

Yan Zhaoge walked to the Taoist temple first.

Walking along, we find that the difference here, walking through the white fog, space and time are strange.

Yan Zhaoge walked in it, only feeling that he never seemed to be close to Taoist temple, but in situ.

He shook his head, his eyes gleaming red.

Under the sharp edge of the fallen immortal sword, the white fog in front of it suddenly gradually dispersed.

At this time, the road became clear. Yan Zhaoge had to go to the mountain all the way. In a moment, he went to the gate of the temple.

Yan Zhaoge stood still and saw a plaque fading out of the gate of the Taoist temple, hidden in the dust.

Blowing a breath, the dust spread, showing the mottled card, on the book three words: "Zong Yuanguan."

"No impression..." Yan Zhaoge mumbles to himself.

Was it built after the great disillusionment, or was it a man who did not appear before the great disillusionment?

Before the great disillusionment, almost all the major sects in the world, the library of Tianting temple, were recorded.

Only Sanqing's lineage was the exception. Although most of the lineage and the temple of heaven knew about it, there would always be an unknown existence.

Yan Zhaoge, fretting in his heart, walked to the left from the front of the Taoist temple. After a long detour, he stood in the mountains and looked down.

In this direction, there was a flash of gold in the middle of the mountain, hidden in the white fog, as if the rising of the sun.

It's the people of SANZU mountain.

The other side's speed is obviously not as fast as Yan Zhaoge, who is pregnant with the trapped sword, so that Yan Zhaoge is the first to sing.

The people of SANZU mountain looked up at the Taoist temple and immediately saw Yan Zhaoge and ah Hu standing beside it.

Their faces suddenly changed.

Unfortunately, although the distance between them seems to be not far, but in the role of white fog, it looks like the end of the world.