Fearsome golden blade light, like the setting sun, hacked down on Yan Zhao's song!

  But another terrifying slash of void-shattering aura swept across the eight directions, cutting down the golden light with a slanted slash.

  Yanzhao song didn't even look at the top of his head, entered the guardian array method, and went straight to the East Tang State Master Zhao Shicheng.

  After the Great Destruction, the Tianyuan Inverse Flow Technique, which was declared lost in the Eight Extremes Grand World, was unfolded by Yan Zhao Ge.

  The whirlpool reversal method was driven to its extreme by the Yan Zhao song, with a body like a dragon's mighty energy surging.

  At this time, however, it was not like when he had cultivated before, and guided the black fog-like chaotic evil energy into his body.

  But instead of acting internally, Yan Zhao's song burst out with a palm strike, as if wielding a large knife, slashing towards the black air column that was pulling Zhao Shi Cheng!

  One sword fell, and the black air column suddenly twisted violently!

  Like a real living giant snake, it was cut by a knife and twisted its huge body in agony.

  Where the knife fell, the black air column suddenly became thinner, as if a large gap had been cut out of it!

  "How did you do it?" The people of Dong Tang Guo had a ghostly expression on their faces.

  Yanzhao song didn't have time for pleasantries with them, his palms moved like knives, several consecutive slaps struck the same position!

  Black air column violently shook, and suddenly broke!

  One end flew back quickly into the abyss, while the other poured into Zhao Shicheng's body.

  Zhao Shicheng's body shook again, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the dark energy no longer pulled him back, and the crowd was finally able to take him out of Zhenlongquan.

  The warriors of Dongtang were shocked by Yan Zhao's performance, but they also knew that this was not the time for idle chatter, and quickly helped Zhao Shicheng retreat to Zhenlongquan.

  The storm on their heads grew more intense, and the warriors of the Taiji Temple tried to break through downwards, while the warriors of Guangmou Mountain kept intercepting them.

  Dong Sheng Jun started to become more and more unscrupulous.

  Several flashes of Western slanting sky knife cut down, it's as if they want to destroy the entire Dragon Abyss town together, and bury everyone here.

  Elder Qin, who was like a raging fire, was now calm and composed, seeking no merit but only avoiding fault.

  He carefully parried Dong Shengjun's offensive one by one, ensuring that Yan Zhao Ge and Zhao Shi Cheng retreated.

  Yanzhao Song accompanied Zhao Shicheng as he left with the Eastern Tang State's military escort.

  The current situation is still extremely unfavorable to both himself and Guang Cheng Shan, Zhao Shi Cheng was heavily injured, even if he was rescued from Zhen Long Quan, could he still cope with this huge change?

  "Hmm? Something's off, what's this smell?"

  As they walked, Yan Zhao Ge suddenly furrowed his brow and came to Zhao Shi Cheng's side, sniffing carefully.

  "Dry! The pollen of the Baoling Ghost Grass?" Yan Zhao Ge rolled his eyes: "Normally it's colorless and odorless, only when it comes into contact with the chaotic evil energy of the Zhenlongquan will it give off a scent."

  The Dong Tang Wu beside looked at Yan Zhao Ge with a mixture of astonishment and perplexity.

  Yanzhao Song pinched his own temples: "The vast mountains, it seems that they have also intervened."

  The Eastern Tang State has a tradition of alchemy and medicine refinement, and the ruler of the Eastern Tang State, Zhao Shicheng, is one of the top three alchemists in the Eastern Tang territory.

  Even he didn't notice anything unusual about himself, nor did other Eastern Tang State warriors.

  Among several sacred places, the alchemy of Cang Mang Mountain is relatively weak, and the Hundred Spirits Ghost Grass never grows in its domain.

  "Zhao Hao..." Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes, such obscure knowledge of pharmacology, at present in the Eastern Tang territory, apart from himself, only this person knew.

  Separated by such a great distance, Zhao Hao naturally couldn't hear it with his current cultivation.

  But he can point out the strong masters of the vast mountain range and track them down according to their aura.

  If the other party really has a Grandmaster leading them, their speed will be faster than that of our group.

  When one's whereabouts are exposed, simply running is not enough to escape.

  "Ah Hu, catch a fast magical beast, and make sure it's alive!" Yan Zhao Ge gave the order, and Ah Hu didn't ask any questions, immediately carrying out the task.

  Yanzhao Ge didn't care about politeness at this time, directly stripped off Zhao Shicheng's outer garment, tied it to the demon beast caught by Ah Hu, and then released the demon beast.

  "Can't stop, keep moving." Yan Zhao Ge said: "After removing his outer robe, Zhao Shibo's body still had the fragrance of Baolinggui flower powder."

  "Stop and you're exposed."

  A procession continued on its way forward, but at this moment the shock in the Dragon Spring was increasingly evident, as if the sky and earth were cracking.

  "Your Majesty's situation is getting worse and worse!"

  Just then, a man from Dong Tang spoke in a low voice.

  Yanzhao song slightly frowned and stepped forward to examine him, only to see Zhao Shicheng's face turn black, with the green and red energies constantly intersecting.

  This was him although he was unconscious, but the mysterious power in his body automatically circulated and resisted the evil energy that invaded his body.

  Both sides are entangled in a stalemate, affected by external shocks, and there is a risk of going off the rails.

  At this time, continuing to move with him would only accelerate his march towards death.

  There was a Xiantian sect master of the Eastern Tang Empire, Wu Zhe, who used his own aura to protect himself, but even he found it difficult to defend against the apocalyptic environment in the depths of the Dragon Spring.

  Yanzhao song took a deep breath: "Since we can't keep moving, let's compete with the opponent in speed and seize the time."

  "Let go of Zhao Shibo, I'll help him recover from his injuries."

  Due to Yan Zhao Ge's continuous miraculous performances in the past, and the long-standing relationship between the Yan family and Zhao Shi Cheng, under these circumstances, the Eastern Tang State martial artists chose to trust Yan Zhao Ge.

  Those with innate mastery of the realm's boundaries stepped forward to assist immediately.

  Yan Zhao Song placed one palm on Zhao Shi Cheng's chest and the other on his back, starting to circulate the Tian Yuan Reverse Flow Technique to help Zhao Shi Cheng dispel and eliminate the chaotic and evil Qi inside his body.

  Ah Hu and others closely guarded Yan Zhao Ge and Zhao Shi Cheng.

  At this moment, Ah Hu's face is serious, and his gaze at Yan Zhao Ge and Zhao Shi Cheng contains hidden worries.

  Fortunately, as time passed, Zhao Shicheng's condition gradually stabilized, and everyone who saw him had a joyful expression.

  However, the formation maintained with Zhao Shicheng as its core was becoming increasingly unstable.

  The situation on the other side of Jingyang City is not optimistic.

  At this moment, Ah Hu and others frowned together, and a line of martial artists appeared in the distant black fog.

  Everyone who came was dressed in black, which was the attire of the Wushan warriors.

  The leader was a congenital Grandmaster, and beside him stood a young man who was none other than Zhao Hao.

  Zhao Hao looked at Yan Zhao Ge and Zhao Shi Cheng with a deep gaze: "Can you smell the fragrance of the Baoling Ghost Grass?"

  "It's a good thing the distance has shortened, otherwise even the First Heaven Sect Master would not have been able to barely smell the scent, or else you would have really succeeded in your plan of 'the golden cicada sheds its shell'."

  The ethereal mountain's primordial sect master said faintly: "The Zhao Guozhu at this moment is not simply injured, but rather has the killing aura of the Dragon Suppressing Abyss entering his body."

  "If the treatment is not proper, it will harm the life of the ruler of Zhao."

  "In this case, it's better for the master martial artist not to take action. The great master of our sect, He Changlao, will arrive immediately and help Zhao Guozhu heal his injuries, which is the proper thing to do."

  He took a step forward: "Rescue people as if rescuing from fire, it's better to be early than late, just hand the person over to us directly."

  Zhao Hao didn't look at Yan Zhao Ge and Ah Hu, but instead stared at other Dong Tang State warriors: "Delayed the rescue time, or even harmed Father Emperor's life."

  "Which of you can take on this responsibility?"