Eternal Gate

The small garden under the moon was deadly silent.

And Zhao Yun's eyes were as deep as a starry sky.

One of his eyes didn't squint, Ye Lan looked unnaturally, and at a certain moment, he subconsciously covered a certain part, and even if he looked straight at others, why did he open fairy eyes?

I want to see it so much.

Should I take off my clothes?

boom!

The silence for a few moments was finally broken by a roar.

It was Young Master Zhao who was too fascinated to watch, forgot to make alchemy, and fried the furnace on the spot.

Okay!

Alchemy failed.

It was another ashamed face.

cough...!

Zhao Yun coughed, abnormally embarrassed.

Ye Lan blushed and smirked while covering his mouth.

This talent named Zhao Zilong probably regards her as a Concubine Long again.

"Please listen to the song."

Zhao Yun took the pill furnace and took the Shiqin.

Ye Lan smiled lightly, and sat under the old tree with him.

Zheng...!

The melodious piano sound followed.

Awakening the world is still so beautiful.

Ye Lan is a loyal listener, her beautiful eyes are hazy and drunk. I don't know where since she fell in love with this music, it seems to have a kind of magic power that makes her mind wandering in dreams.

"Can you tell me her story?" Ye Lan whispered.

"She is called Long Fei, the princess of the dynasty."

"Her mother is the number one beauty in Daxia."

"Her father is a strong king."

"She is two years older than me. We have fought side by side, we have experienced despair, and we have witnessed the light. In that dark night a hundred years ago, she used her life to survive me...."

Zhao Yun was talking silently while playing the piano. He didn't know if he was muttering to himself. He was still talking to Ye Lan. Xu was that the piano was too sad. Perhaps the past was too bitter, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Ye Lan's eyes became dim again, and he subconsciously covered his chest.

The ancient and sad story made her heart aching.

The night is getting deeper.

Ye Lan quietly fell asleep.

The sound of the piano stopped.

Zhao Yun got up in one step, his fingertips lingering around the power of the primordial spirit and a strand of origin, placed on the center of Ye Lan's eyebrows, he would never read it wrong, there was a blood mark in Ye Lan's body, which could also be called blood curse and blood gu.

Such as this kind of curse mark, Chi Yan Marshal has been hit, and Chu Wushuang has also been hit.

It was a masterpiece of the blood cloak door, a very cruel and evil spell.

Unexpectedly, Ye Lan was also recruited, and he was more overbearing and more obscure than the blood curse in Wushuang and the others. It was hidden in the deepest part of the soul, and even the fairy eyes he could not see clearly.

After taking a peek.

It is a blood curse without a doubt.

"Zhao Yun."

Ye Lan, who was sleeping, had such a dream.

This time, Zhao Yun heard it, and just because of hearing it, his body trembled with tears in his eyes. She is Concubine Long and she is definitely the reincarnated Concubine Long. This call should come from the depths of the soul.

Well...!

After Ye Lan muttered in the dream, there was a painful groan.

It should be the blood curse secretly messing up, sucking her essence secretly.

Or, it is the memories of the past and present, intertwined in the soul, one remembers Zhao Yun, the other remembers Zhao Zilong, the memories of the two lives gradually merged because of the same figure.

"I am here."

Zhao Yun sacrificed another strand of origin, blessing a trace of the power of the soul.

He wrapped the blood curse with the origin and used it as the foundation for tracking. This is his origin talent. In the past years in the mortal world, this talent was not yet mature, but now the origin is revived and it is completely achievable.

The tracing of the origin is a hazy fog.

He lays out the fog all the way, wanting to see the true face hidden in the fog, as long as he finds the source of the blood curse, he can find the curse caster, no matter who it is, he will make the other party pay the price of blood.

This process is very slow.

Origin tracking is also quite expensive.

However, with a stick of incense, Zhao Yun's face was pale, and his aura was quite wilted. The reason was that the blood curse level was too high, far from being comparable to those of the blood-clothed door. Tracking down like this would not only deplete the origin, but also deplete the soul and domineering ability. There is overbearing consumption.

The Emperor lives up to his heart.

After he cleared all the fog, he finally saw the deepest part.

It was a vague figure, wearing a fierce python robe.

"Yinquan Old Way."

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed cold, and he recognized who it was at a glance.

You don’t need to look at it. The blood curse on Ye Lan is the old way of Yinquan. No wonder the level of this blood curse is beyond imagination. He was not surprised at all when he cast a terrifying blood curse, it was just that the other party provoked the wrong target.

"I wanted you to live a few more days, but you asked for it."

Zhao Yun finally closed his hand, and there was still a ray of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He used voice transmission to call the Ye Family Patriarch and Ye Family Patriarch.

The two of them woke up like the wind, and soon came to the small garden.

Seeing Ye Lan sound asleep, seeing Zhao Yun's killing intent was cold, both of them were at a loss.

"Lan'er was planted with a blood curse." Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, saying as Master Ye Lan.

As soon as these words came out, Patriarch Ye and Patriarch Ye also had a murderous opportunity.

Of course, after they took a look, they couldn't find a trace of the blood curse.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun simply did it, and invited Ye Lan's primordial spirit to cast the spell.

Ye Lan was still asleep, even if the soul was invited out, he didn't even know it.

"Brows."

Zhao Yun opened his celestial eyes again, his eyes turned into a celestial radiance, and Ye Lan's primordial spirit was trapped.

At this time, Old Ancestor Ye and Patriarch Ye saw it really, and there really was a blood curse on Ye Lan's eyebrows. It was just a touch of appearance. The real blood curse was hidden in the deepest part of Ye Lan's soul.

"Who is it?" Ye Old Ancestor and Ye Patriarch were both cold to kill.

"Yinquan old way." Zhao Yun said, he also sacrificed the Huntian Demon Flame, trapped Ye Lan Yuanshen, and locked the blood mark. Once the murderer was found, the blood mark had no value.

"Thank you fellow daoist."

"Raise your hand."

Zhao Yun flicked his sleeves and sent Ye Lan Yuanshen back to his body.

Patriarch Ye and Patriarch Ye left together, both furious.

This matter is endless. Since Yinquan Old Way is not so long-sighted, his Ye family doesn't mind fighting a battle. Of course, they will not kill one family, they will seek help from other families, and will unite the eight great families.

Zhao Yun is not idle.

He took out a piece of jade.

This jade is left by Yuhuaxian, but it can be used as a sound transmission. The inadequacy is that this is a one-time sound transmission stone, which is enough. If Yuhuaxian and their help are found, they will definitely be able to destroy the Yinquan vein. .

In his opinion, Yu Huaxian would not refuse.

After the sound transmission, he took a pill. The level was not low, and it was crushed and integrated into Ye Lan's body. The ghost knew how much essence of the blood curse was sucked away from her, no wonder the cultivation base had not been diligent.

Do good things to the end.

He condensed a lot of original blood and merged it together.

Ye Lan's blood surging a lot instantly, and more spiritual energy.

"Zhao Yun."

She was sleeping, dreaming again.

And this sound of dreams seemed to have a touch of tenderness.

"I am here."

There were tears in Zhao Yun's eyes, and his excitement couldn't be added.

His awakening fairy tune is still a bit useful, and Ye Lan calling his real name in deep sleep is a good start.