Eternal Gate

The domain door passage, the breath of fire is flying.

It is true dragon industry fire, and it is still being tempered by Zhao Yun.

This fire is very extraordinary, and it is really not ordinary. With Zhao Yun's eternal origin, he has been refining it for three or five days.

"Even with it, you are still the third child."

"Well, I'm the boss, and this guy is the second."

"You are the second child, I have to be the eldest brother."

Long Yuan and Xianlei were very dishonest, and jumped up and down again, they didn't care who the third child was, they only cared who was the boss.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to answer, and concentrated on refining the flame.

"If you find the Heavenly Spirit Pearl, can you let me go?" The white-bearded old Daoist chuckled. If he said this, it was not the first time he said it. He was afraid that Zhao Yun would forget it, so he would jump out every once in a while to find one. presence.

Zhao Yun's demeanor represents everything: it depends on the mood.

At this point, Lao Dao is still tireless. Compared with the fierceness before, he smiles amiably at this moment.

On the ninth day, Zhao Yun refined Karma.

After that, it was the spring of the sky and the fire.

The process of fusion of the two fires! It was still very smooth, and Huntianhuo had also activated a special skill as he wished, and he was able to reveal his words like Longyuan.

"Boss."

This is the first sentence that Huntianhuo said after the transformation.

Zhao Yun was very relieved, and he didn't waste his way to find fire and feed.

Another starry night.

The two walked out of the passage in the moonlight.

Entering the eyes, you will see a vast ocean.

That is the Dragon Burial Sea. According to legend, a divine dragon was once buried in this sea area, and the name of the Dragon Burial came from this.

Zhan Tianxing's demeanor was a little dazed.

Obviously, he had been here before.

In the vicissitudes of life, the terrain has changed a lot.

"But this." Zhao Yun looked at the white beard and said.

"That's for sure." The old white-bearded Taoist nodded, pointed to one side, and continued, "In the depths of the sea, there is an island, and the Sky Spirit Pearl is there."

"Since you know there is a Heavenly Spirit Pearl, why don't you go get it."

"I've been there before, and I was almost buried in it. The whole island is forbidden." The white-bearded old road coughed dryly, "I'm going back this time to find a friend for help. Unexpectedly, I met you on the way."

"Dare to lie to me, and the consequences will be at your own risk."

Zhao Gongzi said, and then stepped into the sea.

Zhan Tianxing also accompanied him all the way, as a revisit to the old place.

Roar! Roar!

As soon as he was buried in the Dragon Sea, he heard the roar of the dragon.

In addition, it is a wisp of dragon energy, which seems to be looming.

Zhao Yun's eyes were full of curiosity, and he looked left and right as he walked. The rumors were probably true. Most of the dragons had been buried in this sea, and their bloodlines and cultivation were not bad. Otherwise, such a scene would not be in the sea. Meaning.

"Special, there is a one-on-one fight."

As he was leaving, Zhao Yun suddenly heard a loud scolding.

When it was over, I saw the roar of the trembling sky.

Someone should be fighting.

Exhausted eyesight to see, can see the distant blood light.

"There is a Heavenly Spirit Pearl, have you told others?" Zhao Gongzi closed his eyes and looked at the old white-bearded Daoist again. He didn't realize that the group of people fighting was fighting because of the treasure, and he didn't think that the treasure was the sky. Lingzhu.

"I told you." The old man was righteous, joking, and his mind was not flooded. How could Tianling and other treasures talk nonsense at will, wouldn't it be delicious to swallow it alone?

Zhao Yun didn't ask any more, his eyes narrowed.

The group of people who fought in the war has already killed in this direction.

As he watched, the sea set off thousands of waves.

It was also under his gaze that there was a blond boy who came out rolling and crawling from the waves. The injuries were extremely tragic, and half of his body was exposed with blood and bones.

Seeing it, Zhao Yun couldn't help but be taken aback.

That guy... looks a little familiar!

The blond boy was also stunned for a moment, and it could even be said that he was stunned.

"Dapeng."

Zhao Gongzi's murmur contained a hint of hoarseness, and he would never misunderstand it. It was definitely a golden-winged Dapeng, his psychic beast in the mortal world, but it was now in human form.

He recognized Dapeng, and Dapeng himself recognized him.

Just because he recognized it, Golden Winged Dapeng was stunned. He imagined the reunion with Zhao Yun, but he didn't expect to see him here. Rong, he is still fresh in his memory.

It doesn't matter if he shakes his head, his speed plummets.

Just as the sword light slashed behind him, he nearly slashed him.

Looking at the people who were chasing him, they were three vicious old men, all in black robes, and even the Taoist robes they were wearing were of the same style.

"Destroy the Holy Land."

The white-bearded old man was surprised, as if he knew the other party's background.

Zhao Yun has such a vision, how can he not recognize the calendar.

Since it is Dapeng, he can be saved, and since it is the Holy Land of Destruction, not only must he be saved, but he must also be beaten to death. Who made him have a deep hatred with an ancestor of the Holy Land of Destruction?

Hmm... that is, withering the fairy king.

In the past, among the Eight Immortal Kings who chased him and Bu Niantian, there was a share of the goods, and because of the ban of the Immortal King withered, he was almost buried in the hands of Qingtian Master.

No matter where you count.

It can't be better today.

boom!

Even more fierce than Zhao Yun, he was fighting against the sky.

Zhao Yun had a grudge against the Sacred Land of Withering, so why was he not? The ancient Divine Dynasty was destroyed, and the Holy Land of Withering was also one of the murderers. There is no blood today, so it is difficult to dispel the hatred in his heart.

Ok?

Seeing the two killed, the three old men frowned.

It's so lively today that so many people can't sleep.

"We are the saints of withering..."

The first black-robed old man said lightly, it was an opening remark, and it was also a move to the backstage. However, before he could finish his sentence, Zhao Yun opened his mouth and said, "The fight is to destroy the Holy Land."

hum!

Zhan Tianxing has the fastest speed, and he will slash until he swings his sword.

The first old man was caught off guard and was split over on the spot. Due to the miscalculation of Zhan Tianxing's heritage and combat power, the pain of this sword made him very uncomfortable, and his body was cracked.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun arrived later, and the golden fist was unmatched.

The second old man was also stunned. He didn't expect that the Dongxu Realm would be able to punch such a terrifying punch, and he was even caught off guard.

The third old man stood firm, but he was not spared, because the Dapeng came back and turned into his body.

"Golden Winged Dapeng?"

The white-bearded old man was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Dapeng! It was a bird of prey that stood shoulder to shoulder with a divine beast. It was the first time he had seen it. Apart from his weak cultivation and low realm, the others, regardless of physique, qi and blood, power or aura, were more domineering than he imagined.

"court death."

The first black-robed old man roared, swept the aura of annihilation, and attacked Zhan Tianxing. He was killed in a confused way in the middle of the night.

The second black-robed old man had a bigger battle, and with a wave of his arms, there were ninety-nine black flags planted in the sky, forming a large formation, trapping Zhao Yun in it.

The third old man was very sad. He had just stood firm in the first moment, and the next second was taken off his head by Dapeng. He couldn't take a 1v3, and it was no problem to take care of the goods by fighting alone.