Busy traffic, high-rise buildings.

In front of me is the world of concrete and concrete, and in my ears is the sound of car horns honking.

Yan Zhaoge watched this scene quietly and narrowed his eyes.

It's not the scene when it's always haunted by dreams and shattered, but it's a lot of things buried deep in the memory, as if they have been forgotten.

It's been too long, and only when I think of the familiar names of Monkey King, Erlang God Yang Jian, Nezha Third Prince, and Guanyin Bodhisattva, I will occasionally think of earlier things.

But it's just recalling some myths and legends, some documents, some film and television images, etc., and remembering those things that can barely be related to today's life.

Most of the information that has nothing to do with the present is a little bubbling at the bottom of my heart, and the next moment it immediately sinks back to the bottom of the sea and disappears.

The time was too long and too long, so that Yan Zhaoge sometimes subconsciously thought that the experience in the Heavenly Court Divine Palace before the Great Destruction was his past.

However, many things, perhaps precipitated for a while, are clearly still there, and have never really been forgotten.

Yan Zhaoge blinked his eyes and looked at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as himself.

"Have you ever doubted that everything in front of you is unreal?" The other party said calmly: "In this world, there are the same as the legends you were familiar with in your initial memory, but there are also many differences, have you ever thought about why? Could it be that this is just your own dream, here, you have mixed your memories, diverged your thinking, and made the legends in your memory change?"

"Or is everything that was once just a dream?"

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dreams of Zhuang Zhou, who is true and who is fake......"

Before he could finish speaking, the image in front of him suddenly began to shake.

High-rise buildings collapsed, streets twisted, the sky cracked, and everything began to disintegrate like a pile of sand, turning into a grain of fine sand.

The other "self" in front of him disappeared with it.

After Yan Zhaoge was in a trance for a moment, he had already come back to his senses, and his vision returned to normal, the same as just now.

He was still standing beside Feng Yunsheng, with one palm against the back of her heart.

Luo Yuan condensed above Feng Yunsheng's head, and there was a blood mist constantly swirling.

The source of the blood mist was the old man standing opposite, the light and shadow floating in the black auspicious clouds above his head, and the scene changed.

In front of the old man, stood Suo Mingzhang.

Suo Mingzhang's palm still probed into the old man's chest.

However, at the moment, Suo Mingzhang, all over his body, floated with a faint brilliance, and the brilliance condensed into Dao inscriptions, and under the arrangement, it turned into many barriers, enveloping Suo Mingzhang himself, and also enveloping Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng.

A tall, short-haired man, his eyes were cold and dry, staring at the primordial demons.

The old man sighed: "Intercepting the sky, the name is well deserved!"

Suo Mingzhang didn't say a word, and his whole body was shrouded, as if he had cut off the inside and outside of heaven and earth, and the unique brilliance began to expand and move towards the wider and farther surroundings.

Wherever the glorious barrier shrouded it, there was a faint stream of light in the void that seemed to be illusory and illusory, constantly cutting off the inside and outside.

The body of the primordial heart demon shook like water ripples at this moment.

In this process, his body, which seems to not belong to this world, like a dream bubble, seems to be gradually transforming into a substance, so that people in this world can really get in touch.

Suo Mingzhang's fist that poked into his chest was still surging with endless starlight and endless yang.

At this moment, the old man frowned slightly, as if he finally felt uncomfortable, and could feel the burning heat on the fist, the destructive power contained in it.

"The afterlife is terrifying. The Primordial Demon sighed softly, and his body gradually began to become transparent, as if it was about to disintegrate into a streamer.

But Suo Mingzhang's fists clenched, as if he had turned into a bottomless black hole, and even the light could not escape from it, pulling the current body of the primordial heart demon to not disperse.

The primordial demon's gaze flashed slightly, and there seemed to be water light on his body, infiltrating Suo Mingzhang's arm.

Suo Mingzhang snorted, intercepting the mysterious flow of the Book of Heaven, blocking the counterattack of the primordial demons.

The battle between the two sides is not as sharp as that of ordinary warriors, but the intensity of it is not inferior at all, and even surpasses.

The primordial demon continued to attack Suo Mingzhang's mental defense, as long as he broke through and integrated the inside and outside, he could not only know what Suo Mingzhang was thinking in his heart, but also push Suo Mingzhang into the abyss of the inner demon and could not extricate himself, and he was defeated without a fight.

Suo Mingzhang resisted the invasion of the heart demon while restraining the graceful magic of cracking the primordial heart demon, forcibly dragging it out of the illusion to the real world, and then severely damaged it.

In the past year, in the battle for the Zhuxian Array, Suo Mingzhang resisted the ancient Buddha on the lamp of the twenty-four heavens and the sea beads in his hand, and once again became famous all over the world.

But because of his personal experience, the primordial demon has an opportunity.

In fact, among the masters of the same level, in comparison, the Primordial Heart Demon is indeed Suo Mingzhang's more difficult opponent to deal with.

Da Luo Tianxian, the state of mind is naturally stable, and few people can shake it.

But if it must be said that anyone can do it, then the primordial heart demon of the source of the inner demon in the world is naturally the best.

Especially the primordial demons who healed from their injuries and returned to their peak state.

Under the invasion of the primordial demons in the peak state, together with the powerhouses of the Daluo realm, if there is a flaw in their own state of mind, they may be able to break through their heart defenses in a very short time.

The primordial heart demon has always been known as the head of the absolute demon before, and the number one demon under the Dao realm, it is not a fluke, never just because he is immortal.

It's just that Suo Mingzhang, who he is facing at the moment, has an infinite way of intercepting the sky, making it difficult for the primordial demon to win.

However, the primordial demon is not in a hurry.

Although Suo Mingzhang's Heaven Interception Divine Light was protected by Yan Zhao Ge and Feng Yunsheng at this moment, the trance of the distraction just now was enough for Nie Jingshen and the Shadow Demon in the Nine Shadows to have the upper hand.

The blood mist swept down, Feng Yunsheng snorted, and the chaotic abyss above his head shook again, and the magic subsided, like rolling boiling water.

And in the dark auspicious clouds, in the dark abyss sea, among the twelve pillars, the pillar that symbolizes the Heavenly Demon of the End of the Law is becoming more and more illusory, but also more and more vicious.

Feng Yunsheng was disturbed by the primordial demon and lost the opportunity, and the situation suddenly deteriorated rapidly.

Even if he came back to his senses in time and wanted to curb it, he couldn't stop.

Luo Yuan gradually appeared to disintegrate above her head, and the blood mist was inch by inch, and it actually spread towards her, looking at that look, it seemed that she wanted to suck her directly into the Nine Shadows.

Yan Zhao's singer's palm was close to Feng Yunsheng's heart, and he naturally understood the changes in the situation.

His other hand immediately slid and sketched in the void, writing one rune after another.

"Suo senior. Yan Zhaoge called softly, and from the sleeve of Suo Mingzhang's robe, a starlight automatically flew out and threw it towards Yan Zhaoge.