Eternal Gate

The island of dreams under the moon is covered with a layer of mystery.

Few people run here for a walk, because it is very possible to get lost.

There is a reef outside the island, and the fat immortal and the old **** stick are squatting neatly on the left and right. No one is allowed to enter the door, but they must not wait outside! After all, he is a peak immortal king, and he really has no face.

"Mengxian won't treat Zhao Yun like that!"

The old **** stick put his hands in his hands and said with a deep expression.

"It doesn't sound like it." Pang Daxian's ears were erect, and his hearing was not ordinary. He didn't hear any movement from Mengxian, but he heard the Taoist saint, whispering.

In addition, there is Zhao Yun's gasping sound.

As expected of Da Xian'er, once the brain hole is wide open, it will be a love action movie.

Well...!

While speaking, Misty Rain groaned again.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun had a dull breath.

The power of immortality is too domineering, it's strange that it doesn't hurt!

Click!

I don't know which moment, the sonorous cracking sound suddenly sounded.

When I took a closer look, I realized that the Throne of Eternal Life had actually opened a crack.

Then came the second, the third... the cracks came one after the other.

In this regard, both of them are well aware that the throne of eternal life is sealed with the power of eternal life. Now that the power of eternal life is divided into two and poured into their bodies, the throne itself has no meaning of existence.

boom!

With a roar, the Eternal Throne exploded in an instant.

Zhao Yun and Yan Yu's bodies radiated light, their blood surging like the sea.

The creation of the power of eternal life has finally come to an end.

The two of them didn't open their eyes, and they were still accumulating strength in their cross-legged knees.

When you look at the altar, you can see the splendid splendor, the Dao injury of the law of the prehistoric body, every time it heals, its fragmented vision will be intertwined, and it is often accompanied by ancient Dao sounds.

Mengxian was already prepared, and made a dream ban, in order to cover up the vision and the sound of the Tao, and the unscrupulous people of the province came to make trouble.

But she still underestimated Fat Daxian.

The fat-headed and big-eared Immortal King had already stood up with his hands folded and his eyes narrowed slightly to look at the island of dreams. Although he could not see the dream, he could hear the sound of the Dao. It was not from Mengxian, nor from Zhao Yun and Yanyu. A kind of bloodline that defies the sky, the brand that comes with it, or it is the heritage passed down by the ancestors, but it is presented in the way of Daoyin, and by coincidence, he heard it.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Pang Daxian murmured, wanting to go in and see, what kind of bloodline can actually stir up such an ancient and extraordinary sound of the Tao.

"Someone is coming." The old **** stick also got up.

Fatty Immortal closed his eyes and looked sideways at the sky.

When they entered this sea, both of them had been left to peep at the ban, and someone did come in.

"Wait for me to see."

The old **** stick closed his eyes for a moment, then opened and closed again.

Fat Daxian's methods are also good, and his eyebrows actually opened a third eye.

After seeing it, I realized that it was a man in a black robe. He was clearly flesh and blood, but it was like a soul, sometimes distorted. Maybe the distance was too far, or the other party had a secret technique to cover it up, so he couldn't see through the honor.

"What a treacherous movement." The old **** stick exclaimed.

"He came to the Island of Dreams." Fat Daxian said, hiding in the darkness.

The old magic stick also took away the magical powers and hid them in the space.

Soon, a man in a black robe came to this world.

He is like a ghost, his body is sometimes illusory, sometimes solid, sometimes normal, and sometimes distorted. The most frightening thing is that his eyes are actually no eyeballs, and the whole is two black holes.

"You...are still alive."

In the Dream Island, the words of Mengxian came out.

This is her territory, and the entire sea is covered with the prohibition of dreams, most of which are peeping methods, similar to the dark whistle, the fat fairy and the old **** stick can detect it, and she is the same, and can see more clearly.

"With you...you can't kill the deity." The black-robed man's faint smile sounded like the sound of a curse, resounding infinitely throughout the universe.

"I underestimate you." Mengxian said lightly.

"Hand over that little baby, spare you not to die." The man in black robe said coldly and silently.

"This guy, what a big tone!" Secretly, the old **** stick sighed.

How exists Mengxian, a ruthless person who cultivates the way of dreams, is not weak or not at all, fighting alone, not to mention the immortal king, the demigods may not be able to win her, this person said so easily.

Pang Daxian did not speak, but the old eyebrows were wrinkled, because this person is not simple. With the vision of his peak immortal king, he can't see his history and cultivation base. He dares to threaten to kill Mengxian. Few people have such courage. .

"The little baby in his mouth will not refer to Zhao Yun!" The old **** stick whispered.

"It's possible." Pang Daxian squeezed his beard. He really wanted to find Zhao Yun in trouble. It was necessary to fight a battle today.

The two did not show up, and were still hiding in the dark.

And Mengxian didn't answer, and she didn't have time to pay attention to the man in black robe.

She is still drawing on the laws of the gods and healing Jin Baobao. As for the little baby in the black robe's mouth, it is not Zhao Yun, but the body of the prehistoric.

"If you want to die like this, I will fulfill you." The black-robed man sneered, and a black light flew from his eyebrows, soaring into the sky, turning into a **** bell.

"No wonder it's so loud, it was originally a demigod." The old **** stick raised his eyes and looked up at the black bell. It was a genuine demigod, and it was the life weapon of the black-robed man.

"God iron casting." Fatty Immortal pondered, wondering how lethal the black bell is, but it is definitely very hard. If it falls from the sky, few in the Immortal King Domain will be able to withstand it.

boom!

When the two looked at it, the black big bell trembled, and it became as huge as a mountain, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the crushed sky rumbled, and the entire space collapsed, confusing the universe here.

Repression!

The black-robed man snorted softly.

As his words fell, the black bell descended from the sky, covering the huge island of dreams, and even the island shrouded in fairy mist turned into darkness in such an instant.

The big bell was too heavy, and it made waves.

Wherever the Qi Yun collided, thunder and electricity were rolled up.

Well...!

Fat Daxian and the old **** stick groaned, and they hid themselves tightly, but they were all shaken out of the space when the big bell fell.

Well, even if they weren't shaken out, they couldn't hide anymore.

bodyguard! The safety of the Son must be guaranteed.

Now, the big bell covers the entire island, and it will not be out now, so when will it be.

If Zhao Yun was buried in it, it would be nonsense.

There were two more people suddenly, and the man in black robe was not surprised. Not only was he not surprised, but he was still steadfast, and he didn't even look at Fat Fairy and the old **** stick.

As early as when he came to this world, he knew that there were still two immortal kings hidden here.

It doesn't matter, it's just shrimp.

"This fellow Daoist, which one is it?"

The old magic stick said, and took out a sword.

Fatty Immortal is also surging with immortal power, his natal magic weapon is hanging in the air, and he stares at the black-robed man.

"roll"

The man in black robe was full of force, and with a few words, the world trembled.

When the two old men listened to it, their faces turned black, they are Immortal Kings anyway, can you keep a little face?

Zheng!

Without waiting for the two to make a move, they heard the sound of sword cries.

It was the man in black robe who shot, and two swords slashed from the left and the right.