Eternal Gate

"Cure your master, I'm afraid it will be very laborious."

Zhao Yun withdrew his hand and spoke with sincerity.

Youyou was not talking nonsense, so he casually stuffed Zhao Yun into a storage bag, which was filled with immortal stones, as well as spells, medicinal pills, weapons, secret treasures... Silent is better than sound, these are all rewards.

"It's not a big deal."

Zhao Yun stroked his sleeves, he was not distracted by money, he was mainly willing to help others.

He sacrificed to the source, drowned the purple-haired woman, and once treated the Son of Heaven, he was familiar with it, but he didn't lie.

"Take it easy."

Old Man Youyou folded his hand and stared at it, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yun.

It must be said that if you don't read the sky, you have a big heart, and you let this guy out for a walk alone, and he is still doing things everywhere, such as slaughtering Liao Yang, or making a scene in a mine, aren't you afraid of being cleaned up halfway?

Zhao Yun was no longer amused, and concentrated on treating people.

The three types of bloodline rejection are much more ferocious than the two types.

Even if he has the source of the Holy Spirit, it is difficult to be perfectly reconciled.

This is a time-consuming technical job.

He didn't dare to be careless, maybe the three bloodlines would collectively backlash.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

Here, Youyou Old Daoist has already pressed the Dapeng, saying that it is borrowing something to be nice, and to put it more bluntly, it is bloodletting. Golden-winged Dapeng is not common.

Poor Dapeng! He hasn't gotten up since he was pressed.

The old man Youyou still nodded his face, let the blood go to the person, and did not forget to seal a red envelope.

"Don't care about those details."

"Go to your grandma."

One person and one bird, one smiling, one furious.

Thanks to Dapeng's low cultivation level, otherwise this thing will be torn to shreds.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yun called out in a hurried tone.

I don't blame him for this, it's just because the sealed purple-haired woman has signs of breaking the seal.

Youyou Laodao hurriedly stepped forward and offered hundreds of spells.

The purple-haired woman was depressed, but the corners of her mouth continued to bleed.

There are three bloodlines colliding, and the power of the bloodlines is extremely agitated, even hurting her physique and foundation. If this continues, I am afraid that before she wakes up, the body and death will be eliminated by the backlash of the bloodlines.

"I said... can you do it!" Youyou Old Daoist looked at Zhao Yun.

"Just stare at her." Zhao Yun's source was turbulent, and he trapped the purple-haired woman.

Youyou Laodao got one point closer, without Zhao Yun saying, he would stare at the master to death, it was like an operation, the patient would just lie down in a stable position, if there was a disturbance, the situation would get out of hand.

It has to be said that the Holy Spirit is indeed very strange and has magical powers.

With the continuous influx of Zhao Yun's source, the three bloodlines of the purple-haired woman have really stopped a lot. Although they are still repulsing and colliding with each other, the number of backlashes has become less and less.

Her cheeks were rosy, but Zhao Yun's face was much paler.

Tech live! I do not know that it consumes a lot of blood and blood, and it also consumes a lot of original strength.

The old man Youyou is still on the road, crushing the medicinal pills more than once to make supplies for Zhao Yun.

"I have to pay more." Zhao Yun said shyly.

"Add, you must add." Youyou Laodao smiled, explaining very well why people feel refreshed on happy events, and the master's condition improves, isn't it a happy event?

If the master is really cured, he is willing to go bankrupt.

Young Master Zhao is useless if he is not whole, all the stuff he serves is dry.

The so-called dry goods are the eternal origin, strong and refined.

"If Feng Yin returns, some forces will suffer." Yun Yan said suddenly.

Zhao Yun heard it really, Fengyin should be the name of a purple-haired woman.

As for some forces! I don't know which ones it refers to, there should be no Daluo Xianzong.

If it is really an enemy, Youyou Laodao will not find him.

When night fell again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The three blood vessels are no longer excluded, and under the reconciliation of the eternal source, they have begun to merge.

The hardest times are over, and it's only a matter of time.

Looking at the sleeping Feng Yin, there was less pain on his cheeks, and more tranquility and serenity.

In addition, it is the fragmented bloodline vision that is reorganized in evolution.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sounds of ancient Taoism, which is a very wonderful Tao.

The next day, Feng Yin's hair faded and turned red.

Dapeng looked curious, turned around to scan the amount, and almost fell on his face.

Zhao Gongzi knew very well that this was the original color of her hair. It was only because of her blood that it turned purple. Now that she has returned to the original, the fusion of blood is no longer a problem.

When it comes to fusion, the bloodline of Youyou Laodao Shizun is really domineering.

Here, Zhao Yun and Dapeng both felt deeply, and the distance was extremely depressing.

"Another bloodline that is not tolerated by heaven and earth?" Zhao Yun muttered to himself.

At this point, he realized that Feng Yin's injuries were not all from blood, but also from the Dao Dao injury. If this is also a disease, then she is the same as the prehistoric body.

The difference is that she is not injured by the weight of the flood, and even if she does not have the longevity formula, most of them can recover.

If it really doesn't work, then join the Da Luo Xianzong.

If it is his own family, Bu Niantian should not be stingy to pass on the longevity formula.

"It's done." Youyou Laodao was excited.

The blood of the master does not need to be reconciled, nor can it stop the trend of fusion.

Just say it! This kid is not simple, not only a baby bump, but also a lucky general.

On the second day and night, Zhao Yun really stopped.

He was so exhausted that he collapsed to the ground.

"Thank you little friend."

Although Feng Yin was still awake, a word resounded.

The fusion of blood is true, but her transformation has not yet been completed.

"No need to thank you, just ask your disciple to seal a big red envelope for me." Zhao Yunzheng said, Dapeng was bleeding so much, he had to get some tonic for the bird to come back.

To say that Youyou Old Daoist is really filial, without the teacher's words, he stuffed Zhao Yun with a storage bag. He was in a good mood, and he was so generous in his hand, it was really a big red envelope.

"See you."

Zhao Yun was rude and slipped into the Eternal Realm.

Without delay, he swallowed two pills, turned his head and left, rushing to Kunlun.

"Do you have an invitation?" Behind him came the faint words of the old man.

"Forget it." Zhao Yun turned back again, rubbed his hands together, and looked at the faint old man with a smile on his face. This old man dared to say that, and most of the invitations for the Kunlun event were in his hands.

Since it is a grand event, without invitations, it is impossible to enter.

"The old man took a lot of effort to get it, and I'll send it to you." The old gentleman fluttered his sleeves, and the invitation was hung in the air. Originally, he wanted to go to the Kunlun event to join in the fun, and by the way, he asked Kunlun Xianjun to save the master.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Zhao Yun halfway, and also helped the master to integrate the blood.

In this way, it doesn't matter if the Kunlun event does not go, all of them are pretending to be peddlers, and they get angry when they see more.

"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun raised his hand and took it, followed by a glance. He could see that the invitation was engraved with the word Kunlun, and it was intentionally lingering and magnificent, worthy of the force of the Kunlun event.