Eternal Gate

As the old saying goes, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

As far as the drawing method of the killing talisman is concerned, Saintess Daluo can indeed be Zhao Yun's guide. Every time he demonstrates it, it can save him a lot of detours, because the drawing method of the killing talisman is really cumbersome.

Fortunately, Zhao Gongzi has a very high understanding, and it takes less than half a day to get the true meaning, not to mention the Daluo saintess, even the fat fairy and the old **** stick are speechless. With such a talent, it is really against the sky.

"This girl is really watery."

The bald old man was on the edge of the Pill Stove, revealing half of his big bald head.

Beside him, there are troublemakers and snoring babies on the left and right, and both of them look at Saintess Daluo with round eyes. There are many beauties in Xianzong. This beauty is a match for Bu Niantian.

"The bloodlines of the two of them are very similar!" Huluwa murmured, the two of them refer to the Taoist saint and the Daluo saint, their origins are very similar, making people think that they are from the same bloodline.

I don't know when, Saintess Daluo left.

Before she left, she also left a lot of secret files for Zhao Yun, all of which were related to spells. There were no less than a thousand kinds of runes recorded in it, so many skills were not overwhelming! With Zhao Yun's talent, if he learns more, he will always be able to use it.

When she left, Zhao Yun still put aside his conscientious research.

A powerful killing talisman, he could barely draw it.

After waiting for a long time, his speed of drawing talismans has also increased. From a distance, he looks like a painter who is writing and writing, and it is a masterpiece.

"Come on, old man take a look."

The two old men who were hiding in the dark came up with their hands, like two invigilators, who came to review the test paper, and the spell drawn by Zhao Yun was the so-called test paper.

Looking at it, both of them showed a satisfied smile.

Although the spells Zhao Yun painted were not perfect, they were still of the highest quality.

Time, he needs more time to hone.

Practice makes perfect, and it is an eternal truth.

"I don't know how powerful it is."

The old **** stick picked up three or five Taoist Talismans, and consciously threw it into the Tianyu Immortal Stove.

Then, I heard the roar of the furnace, and the screams like killing pigs.

Zhao Yun looked at the corners of his mouth, seeing the three goods through the pill furnace, what a terrible word.

That's it, the three good friends didn't dare to say a word.

Two pinnacle Immortal Kings! Who can afford this.

"Being bombed... is also a practice."

The two old men held hands behind their backs and left with satisfaction.

The reason is not rough. The reason why they are resistant to fighting and beatings is that they are trained in this way. For this reason, they often go to the master's grave together in the middle of the night, and set off a series of gun battles to express their sympathy. Missing his old man.

"You two are immortal, don't wait for us to advance to the Immortal King." Furnace scolded secretly, the three black faces were particularly neat.

Zhao Yun let out a dry cough, and bury his head in drawing the talismans again.

This painting is another half a day, and the spells are one after another.

When night fell, he put down the talisman and looked at the piles of talismans on the table, all of which were the fruits of his hard work. If he took it out and bombed people, the scene would be absolutely spectacular.

Of course, when fighting people, you can't rely on these.

The power of the killing talisman is not bad, but only if it explodes loudly.

In the final analysis, the spell is just an auxiliary, and the iron has to be **** its own.

hum!

With a buzzing sound, the lid of Tianyu Immortal Stove was lifted.

The three troublemakers all jumped out, and they were all black and black. After being burned for a day, the power in their bodies had been refined, and their appearance was a little embarrassed, but it was all worth it.

"Don't be stunned, sit down!"

Zhao Yun greeted him and set out the wine.

The three of them were welcome and took their seats after washing up.

"I won't leave this time, and I won't cover us." The three of them laughed.

"It must be covered." Zhao Gongzi's blood was surging, and he let out a domineering howl.

"It's just the one with the surname Crazy. I heard that the kid is very popular recently."

"It's more than hot, it's almost burning, and it's already tenth on the Immortal Ranking."

"What's wrong with the tenth place? He'll still make him cry."

The scene under the old tree is still very harmonious and lively. Although it can't be said to recall the glorious years of the past, it is also necessary to sigh and sigh. The road to immortality is too long.

"Yo, what about drinking?"

While the four of them were chatting happily, a few old guys came up.

All the elders of Xianzong, and they are all ancestors, and their breaths are more obscure.

"Elders, I..."

Zhao Yun got up, but before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away.

When they stood firm, a few old guys had surrounded the trio of troublemakers. For example, they were studying antiques.

The three of them were in a hurry to urinate, and there was still a cool breeze behind them.

Just because the old guys looked at them abnormally.

The most embarrassing thing is Zhao Yun. He bears the name of the Holy Master Daluo. He is the worst, and he is still a disciple who does not read the sky. It is really hard to keep his face on the sidelines like this.

Just can't stop.

This will be the answer of the old **** stick, who made you a disciple who does not read the heavens, with this relationship, who would dare to attack your idea by the elders of the Xianzong, since there is no hope, you have to settle for the next best! The three friends of yours have good foundations and special bloodlines. It is a good choice to bring them back to be disciples.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

Shouting and shouting soon sounded, and certain three people had been taken away.

They are all good seedlings, so they should be brought back to be a little apprentice and cultivated well.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and a good banquet really left him alone here.

It's good to take it away, at least it can be polished well.

There are seniors who have vigorously cultivated, and cultivation resources are not a problem.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Yun raised the talisman again.

After half a month, he didn't see him come down the mountain, so he stood alone under the tree, and meditated to draw a spell.

He also learned a lot from the secret scroll given by Saintess Daluo.

The world is full of wonders, just like this spell, there are various kinds, even if there are thousands of them, it is only the tip of the iceberg.

It was night again, and he drew spells while yawning.

This night is not calm, and visions can always be seen in the void.

Zhao Yun once raised his eyes and looked at it, and he could recognize who the vision was. There were troublemakers, snoring babies, and bald old people. The elders of Xianzong were not stingy, and they died of a pile of resources. , Nirvana and transformation are not lacking, it is the spring for those three goods.

When he closed his eyes from that side, he looked at the Tianzi Mountain Gate. He saw a beautiful figure coming up, Nai Long Fei, who was taken away for many days and came out of the customs. Compared with before, there was a different kind of energy. , bathed in the bright moonlight, and more of a dreamy mood.

"Exit." Zhao Yun put down the talisman.

"Do you miss me?" Concubine Long smiled softly.

"I think about it." Zhao Yun smiled, called out the Sword of Injuring Heaven, and wiped the brand on it. Before Concubine Long could react, he took a drop of her blood and carved it into the body of the sword. The meaning is also obvious: This sword is for you. Self defense.

Long Fei shied away, but still integrated into her body.

The picture under the old tree is still warm and romantic. Zhao Yun draws a talisman and she studies ink. She is like a virtuous wife, full of tenderness. In the past life, she envied Chu Wushuang, and in this life, she wants to live a love.

"Can't you get on!"

In romantic scenes, there are always some untimely flickers.

For example, those two old men, who didn't sleep most of the night, just put on that wonderful show.

Arrived, waited for a loneliness.

"You, what a genius!"

The two old men's evaluation of Zhao Gongzi is still very pertinent.

Such a little beauty, don't have any other ideas?

That little girl, too, was acting like a spoiled brat, wouldn't that be it!

Bullshit!

In the middle of the night, the two old men held back their anger.

Even more strange than the two of them was Yun Yan in her dream. For some reason, she had a strange desire to see Zhao Yun and Concubine Long sleeping on the same bed. Because of this strange thought, she was dreaming alone. , many blushed.

The next day, Xianzong came to visit again.

She is still a woman, with her own killing spirit.

That is the Lord of the Dark Night, the deity of Daxia Hongque. She came here not to swim in the mountains and water, but to find Zhao Yun, or to be more precise, to see Concubine Long. Concubine Long has a different kind of emotion, like a relative, blood is thicker than water.

"Ancestor."

With tears in her eyes, Concubine Long held Hong Que's deity and did not let go for a long time.

The Lord of the Night is not used to it, after all, she is not the Great Xia Hongque.

It doesn't matter whether it is or not. The important thing is that this girl has recovered, and it is not in vain for Zhao Yun to come to Xianzong. Looking at the dust of his body, he must have suffered a lot.

Zhao Yun just smiled, she owed Concubine Long.

A flower of memory, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​flames, he also went.

The Lord of the Dark Night did not leave, but stayed in Da Luo Xianzong.

That night, I saw a lot of old guys going up the mountain, but not rushing to accept disciples, but asking Hongque deity to be the elder guest Qing. Although this person is not a peak immortal king, he has a strong and scary background.

The Lord of the Night did not refuse, he really agreed.

After being a killer for so many years, she is already tired, and she also wants to open a long fairy road in the holy land of monks, and for the rest of her life, not to kill, but to seek the Tao.

In general, Da Luo Xianzong has received another talent.

On the third day, Xiaocai fans also went out.

Just like Concubine Long, she is also transformed into Nirvana. Even though her immortal body is petite, her footsteps are a heavy, domineering law of power, which has become a brand after another, engraved into her body.

Zhao Gongzi was quite open, and gave the Immortal Devouring Sword to Xiaocai fans.

Self defense! Immortal king-level magic weapon, can save lives at critical moments.

When Dapeng left the customs, he had a vision that filled the sky, which opened the eyes of the people of Xianzong.

"This is the golden-winged Dapeng, the aura it should have."

Seeing this bird again in a few days, Zhao Yun sighed.

Comparable to the bloodline of divine beasts, not to mention the people of Xianzong, even his eternal inheritance in this vein is quite oppressive. The surging blood and the majestic source of true power are as vast as the sea.

Reflecting the starlight, Zhao Yun climbed a mountain.

It is the place where Bu Niantian cultivates, and all the mountains are full of petals.

He saw Yan Yu, who was cross-legged in an immortal pond. He took advantage of the strange land of the Immortal Sect to refine her physique. There was only one thing that Dao Xian explained. For this reason, he also gave Bu Nian Tian a lot of treasures.