Eternal Gate

It was late at night when Zhao Yun returned to Tianzong.

On Zizhu Peak, Liu Ruxin is sitting under an old tree reading a book.

When Zhao Yun came up, he saw a bright moonlight falling down.

Once again, he saw the shadow of Chu Wushuang on Liu Ruxin's body.

He was sure that this was not an illusion.

Because it was not an illusion, he was quite puzzled.

Is there some kind of unknown connection between Liu Ruxin and Chu Wushuang?

No one answered him.

He glanced at Consciousness, Moon God was still asleep.

Such strange things, I am afraid that only Xiu'er can give him the answer.

Seeing Zhao Yun coming up, Liu Ruxin put down the ancient book, smiling still softly.

Under the old tree, there was another figure.

She is still that tender and well-behaved little daughter-in-law.

He, still a good young man who is studious, is studying the closed mantra.

This Buddhism is indeed very mysterious.

After repairing this method, you don't have to be afraid that the moon **** will pit him.

Thanks to the Moon God in a deep sleep, if he is awake, if he sees Zhao Yun so progressive, he will squint for a while, and he will definitely come up with such a sentence: There is such a disciple, the old lady is very relieved.

The closed mantra is not difficult to learn.

With Zhao Gongzi's talent, he quickly understood.

After Liu Ruxin fell asleep, he went to the top of the mountain, looking up at the stars alone.

Since waking up, he had a strange feeling. He always felt that something was missing. As for what was missing, he didn't know what was missing, only that the soul seemed to be unchained, which was easier than ever.

He took a wooden sword and danced it under the moon.

When people passing by saw it, they raised their eyebrows for a moment.

Although his movements are slow, they have an unspeakable connotation.

If the Moon God is awake, she will probably be relieved once, because her disciple has already begun to evolve from martial art to enlightenment. This is the way to go whether to become an immortal or to conjure a god.

Of course, if some people are born to be gods, then talk about them elsewhere.

But this kind of blood doesn't exist in the world, so you have to go to God and talk about it.

Suddenly, the breeze was blowing, and an ancient figure was curled up.

This figure is invisible to mortals, because the goods are very high.

That's right, the white-haired old man couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so he wanted to talk to someone.

Before he appeared, he sat on the rock and watched Zhao Yun dance his sword.

He looked at Zhao Yun's eyes, as deep as ever, looking for secrets.

But after watching it for a long time, I didn't see why.

This little guy seems to have nothing to do with God.

Because of this, he was puzzled.

That day, he clearly smelled the meaning of God.

In this regard, the Moon God has a great say, look, look at your sister, still want to peep?

Yaya!

Little Qilin called out and slipped out of Dan Sea.

It's not that it can't sleep, but it's already awake.

In other words, it is trying to come out to pee.

When it was over, I saw the white-haired old man with black lines on his face.

Just looking at Zhao Yun, he was taken aback by this little unicorn.

If the moon **** is awake, if he sees this scene, can laugh for three or five days, or the unicorn beast is awesome, he has warded off evil spirits to a god, if this matter is known by the little unicorn, it will be enough for it to blow for a lifetime.

The white-haired old man is gone, his old face is very dark.

He ran all the way, but didn't find the secret, and suffered a **** from the boy.

At some point, Zhao Yun stopped.

After half a pot of wine, he psyched out of the Dapeng.

"You little bastard."

Dapeng just showed up and yelled at him.

As the Moon God expected, Zhao Yun advanced to Tianwu, and his memory was restored.

The dignified golden-winged roc, who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the beasts, actually made a contract with a mortal, and it is strange that it does not nest fire, and what makes him angry most is that when the contract was concluded, it almost let it disappear.

"Recovered the memory?"

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows. Dapeng was very weird on weekdays.

Now summoning again, a pair of eagle eyes are full of burning flames.

"Unlock the contract."

Dapeng scolded again, not only his eyes burst into flames, and his body was full of flames.

Zhao Yun didn't do it himself, this is the Golden Winged Roc, and is still pointing to this cargo to force it?

"Look for a fight."

Dapeng drank clang and fluttered his wings.

Restored the memory, this product is really awesome, the genuine Tianwu, the overlord with enough aura, there is such a kind of pressure that the Tianwu realm does not have, it is the suppression that comes with the bloodline.

Of course, Zhao Gongzi is not afraid.

No matter how powerful the Dapeng is, it has to be restricted by the contract.

As long as there is a contract, Dapeng's realm cannot surpass him.

Zheng!

The sound of swords slammed, and two thunder lights slashed out of Dapeng's eyes.

This product is real, and it really wants to fix Zhao Yunchao's death.

Young Master Zhao disagreed, and slapped Lei Mang with a palm. This was in the mortal realm. The Dapeng was a psychic beast, and it was still at the same level as him. If he wanted to make an appointment with him, he had to be prepared to be beaten.

"Come."

Zhao Yun walked into the sky and walked out of Tianzong.

Today is a good day, very suitable for fighting.

No need for him to say, Dapeng has also followed him out, wings spread out, it is a large hurricane, every feather is shining, and the domineering blood swept the world.

boom! boom!

The two went to war outside the mountain, and the trembling void thundered.

Too many people were awakened and climbed to the top of the mountain to watch the battle. They looked dumbfounded. Is that a master teacher? Is that the psychic beast of the master? How did they get started, and they discussed each other, but they are also embarrassed to start!

what...!

The screams soon sounded.

The awesome Dapeng was hammered to live up to expectations.

Do it at the same level! Its combat power is still quite different from Zhao Yun.

"I'm not convinced."

Zhao Yun took the Dapeng back and was confined to the top of Zizhu Peak.

Such a big bird, like a flatbread on the ground, is very eye-catching.

"I'm not convinced."

"There is a kind of unwinding of the contract."

"Hammer you to death."

Dapeng cursed, struggling for life.

As soon as these words came out, the little kylin sacred beast became unhappy, jumped on the back of the Dapeng, jumping back and forth, it doesn't matter if it bounced, the Dapeng who stepped on it grinned, and the bones inside...

Zhao Yun also directly took out a pig-killing knife.

Hmm... The proper threats have the posture of simmering Dapeng in a pot.

"The moon tonight is so round!"

Dapeng counseled on the spot, without warning.

It's also to blame for getting along with Zhao Yun for too long and contracting some stinky problems.

Before he recovered his memory, his relationship with this kid was quite good. Even if the memory is recovered, it doesn't mean that the memory will disappear, and it even interferes with his thoughts all the time.

However, this matter is endless.

It has to find a chance, and it has to fight with Zhao Yun.

"You have been to the fairy world."

Zhao Yun sat down and took out the hip flask again.

As for Dapeng, he was still lying on the ground, and the seal had not been solved.

"Never been."

Dapeng glanced, his tone was not very kind.

Zhao Yun consciously brought a pig-killing knife again, which seemed to be dishonest.

"Is the immortal world really fighting?" Dapeng said earnestly, "It's a hot fight."

"How hot it is." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine.

"The gods are here, and there is more than one." Dapeng said.

Zhao Yun was shocked when he heard the gods fighting in groups, he could think of some scenes.

It seems that the two worlds of immortals and gods are not at peace either, most of them are fighting more fiercely than the ordinary world, and fighting is destroying the world.