Eternal Gate

Zhao Yun entered Hongchen Road, and it was another scene.

From the outside, it looks like a starry sky, but it comes in as a desert, with no end in sight and no clear direction.

"Is this the Hongchen Road?"

Zhao Yun murmured and took a step forward.

He wants to walk in the air, but there is a mysterious power blocking him.

"But someone."

He was calling all the way, the power of the primordial spirit dispersed as much as possible.

Of course, there was no response from all sides.

There is no anger here, no spiritual power, only yellow sand flying.

There is no trace left here, looking back, there is no half of the footprint.

Still lonely all the way.

He was the only one walking forward alone.

"You little bastard."

No one could hear this curse.

He is a sanctioner who stays up most of the night, sits on a rock with his legs upright and smokes, looking at Hongchen Road with a dark complexion. He is a god, and he can see the scene inside, and he can see Zhao Yun. I don’t know why, He wanted to carry the cargo back to the mortal world again, kicking it to death for ten minutes.

After a long time, he can no longer see.

It is the limit of the universe, which limits the sight of the gods.

At the end of the sky, people gathered, all of them are Zhao Yun's relatives and friends, there are men and women, old and young, so it takes a long time to stop, the road of red dust, not everyone can go in, it must be a fairy-level.

Speaking of the quasi-xian level, how could it be without the demon king and the queen and Hong Yuan.

In the dead of night, they can always see their figure, looking at the vast starry sky, stunned, indeed, they have not seen the red dust, from beginning to end, they have not dared to set foot on this road.

The demon king is gone and the queen is going to the game world.

Hongyuan also left. He was going on a long journey to see the outside world.

"Zhao Yun."

I don't know which day, a hysterical call resounded through the end of the sky.

It was Liu Ruxin who was awake, crying with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't get a response.

She was gone, followed by a little unicorn behind her, with her head buried in it, listless.

On this day, she moved out of Qianqiu City and returned to Zhao Yun's hometown with Lotus and the sealed Luoxia.

It was also on this day that too many people moved out of their families.

The Bai family's Yan family returned to the Southern Territory, the Qin family returned to the East China Sea, the Tianyin Pavilion went to Xiyue, and the Sikong family went to the northern Xinjiang....

Where to go back and forth.

The huge Qianqiu City seemed to be scattered at the end of the song, and it was quite empty.

"Aren't you going?" Feng Wu whispered softly at the gate of the city.

"Tired, just rest here." The devil took a sip of wine.

Feng Wu smiled and walked away, going to Canglang City, the place where he first met Zhao Yun.

"The world is big, we go around."

Wang Zhi and Ba Zi Hu patted the devil and went on the road together.

The devil didn't stop himself, there were people leaving every day, and he had sent away one after another.

However, they will all come back.

If one day, if Qianqiu City is in trouble, all parties will come to help.

Hongchen Road.

Zhao Yun fixed himself for the first time and looked not far away.

There, there is a tree, to be precise, a dry branch, without half of its leaves.

Looking at it with exhaustive eyesight, there seemed to be a person lying under the tree, leaning against the trunk and falling asleep.

When he came closer, he was actually an old man from Fushou, a person from the Western Wilderness. He had seen him at the end of the East China Sea and asked him to beg for a pot of wine. At the end of Shouyuan, he dragged his old body into the red road. .

Unexpectedly.

He still didn't reach the fairyland, and fell halfway.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yun took the old man Fu Shou into the Lord of the Rings.

If he can reach the end, he will be buried in the fairy world, but the old man has a long-cherished wish.

Three days later.

He stopped again.

Looking at the feet, half of the bones were exposed in the flowing yellow sand. He must have been a red-and-dust pather. His life was exhausted, and he was eroded by the yellow sand.

Zhao Yun bowed his hand and continued on.

Many days later, a pair of withered bones were seen.

I don’t know how many people were buried in the endless desert.

Zhao Yun did not stay any longer, leaving only a back view of the forerunner.

Perhaps, in his year, he will become one of them, and will be buried in this desert.

"Counting the time, it should be time to see blood."

Or a mortal sanctioner, he said a word of heart and soul.

I don't know if I saw blood, but Zhao Yun saw an oasis.

Since entering the Red Road, it was the first time that he saw something different in color from the yellow sand.

It is indeed an oasis, with lush vegetation and gurgling rivers, how can it be so vibrant.

"Illusion."

Zhao Yun murmured, and the primordial spirit trembled.

The so-called desert oasis disappeared suddenly, and yellow sand was still flying, but in the depths of the yellow sand, there was a spirit of evil and evil. Listen carefully, and you can hear howls and low roars.

soon.

The wind was violent.

There was a **** figure crawling out of the desert, resembling evil spirits and resentful spirits, with gloomy eyes and **** saliva flowing from the mouth, which was more brutal than the ghosts of hell.

"Monster."

Zhao Yun murmured, knowing what it was.

There is a saying in the Xuanmen Heavenly Book that evil thoughts are born in the spirit, and it is bloodied to become evil. It is a kind of evil creature with spirit but without mind.

Roar!

When he watched, the demon rushed up with a hideous face.

It is not an ordinary evil, with Yin evil sweeping, and blood evil turbulent. Only in terms of aura and momentum, it is not weaker than the quasi immortal of the mortal world. Before a person is killed, he will see him vomiting blood in the mouth and lightning in his eyes.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's pace remained unabated, and Xuan Huang Jian was out of the body.

The demon was only killed not far away, and was chopped by the sword aura.

Its screams are extremely stern.

And his wailing seemed to hide a kind of magic power, calling out more evil things.

The desert became restless, rolling yellow sand raged to the sky, and **** figures crawled out of the desert. There were humanoids and beasts, with different forms, but their looks were similar and hideous.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly when he looked at it.

He was completely unafraid of three or two evil things, but the monsters in the heavens and the earth were all black, like a sea tide. Calculated according to the cultivation base of the mortal world, the weakest cultivation base was the peak of Xuanyang.

How can there be so many evil spirits on Hongchen Road?

Is it a checkpoint set by the upper world to test the mortals of the lower world?

Hum!

Zhao Yun took out Long Yuan and killed him like a shocking light.

The tide of monsters came after him, unaware of fear, and fell one by one, but also rushed up one by one, in a posture that would not be finished without tearing Zhao Yun to pieces.

As Zhukong expected, Zhao Yun was stained with blood.

The world is invincible, but it can't stand a gang fight.

"It's choking."

Zhukong's words were deep, not optimistic about Zhao Yun.

He is a sanctioner, sitting in the world for endless years, meeting generations of outstanding people, who can match Zhao Yun or even surpass Zhao Yun, grab a lot of them, unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to cross the red road. , That is a dead end, hope is infinitely close to despair.

After half a pot of wine, he exerted his supernatural power again.

Fanjie’s carry handle! You can't just sit down and don't do business.

It is his task to sit in the mortal world.

And repairing the universe is his mission.

This time took a long time, and the old bones were tired enough.

On the day he sat down again, he saw people at the end of the East China Sea, mostly Zhao Yun's relatives and friends, all of them, who could see Yan Ruyu and daydreams, and would come every few years.

Three years.

The man has been away for three years.

No one knows whether Zhao Yun has crossed the Red Road.

Even the sanctioner is not sure, because he can't see it either.

Hongchen Road.

The yellow sand is flying.

Zhao Yun was in ragged clothes, carrying Bleeding Long Yuan, staggering step by step, swaying along the way.

Three years.

He has been on the Hongchen Road for three years.

However, there is still no end, day and night fighting, his blood has been ruined, this is an extraordinary road, no anger, no spiritual power, only yellow sand and monsters.

Roar!

In the darkness, there was another tyrannical howl.

The monsters are here again, and when they appear, there are more than three or two, they are black, like a sea tide, sweeping across the world, endless, and will not dissipate unless the creatures on this road are killed.

war!

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan tightly and rushed out again.

Looking down from the sky, he is like a drop in Taicang, walking hard in the vast ocean, and every step he takes, he must pay a **** price. There are too many monsters, and the dim desert is flooded.

He was firm enough to fall down again and again, but also got up and rushed again and again.

No one knows how long he has been killed, but only knows the ordinary world, it has been another decade of blooming flowers.

It's still the end of the sky.

It was his relatives and friends, one after another.

"Big brother."

If the water stood in the starry sky, it called for a long time.

However, he didn't get the slightest response from that person.

Eleventh year.

Thunder Tribulation appeared in Qianqiu City.

It's a catastrophe.

It was the demon who broke through, and finally advanced to the Heavenly Martial Realm.

In the same year, there was also a calamity in the Southern Territory, which was Yan Ruyu's Heavenly Martial Tribulation.

The thirteenth year.

Forget the ancient city visions all over the sky.

It was the body of the fairy who came from behind, aspiring to Tianwu strongly.

After the disaster.

She took Furong and came to the end of the sky.

A wife and a mother, all tears flickered.

Fifteenth year.

Another thunder and lightning was seen in the vast southern region.

The little money fan retired from Qianhua and boarded the Heavenly Martial Realm.

On the same night, there was a bright light in Qingfeng City, Qing Yao also advanced against the sky, Xu Shi's bloodline had a problem, and even was backlashed. A catastrophe was extremely dangerous and was almost buried in the catastrophe.

The twenty-first year.

Su Yu and Lin Xie went to Tianxiao together, advancing to Tianwu in no particular order.

After that, it was Jiannan. The handsome guy who had never met in a century was almost chopped into ashes by the catastrophe. That night, I don't know how many beautiful women came to Sikong's house, and there was a single ex-girlfriend.

Twenty-eight years.

Mu Qinghan advanced during his travels, and suddenly changed in times of crisis.

In other words, it was a sneak attack by an unruly person and almost lost his life in Huangquan.

The new generation has truly risen.

The brilliance of the ordinary world is even more shining.

"My old man, this is a prelude to early relief!"

Zhu Kong sits on the stone, put his eyes closed and pinches the calculation.

The universe of the mortal world is changing again, and the suppression is getting weaker year by year. Although he has contributed to it, the real credit is still from the big brother of the gods. It should be a tacit understanding and joint repair of the universe.

In other words, Dengxian Road may be reshaped in advance.

This is great news for the common world.

But for Zhao Yun, this is a nonsense operation. If this situation had existed, it would be okay to wait for him for hundreds of years. It would be better than to suffer all the hardships on Hongchen Road.