Eternal Gate

When Zhao Yun arrived at the auction pavilion, Lao Xuankong was already waiting in the pavilion.

After hitting a long distance, Lao Xuankong saw Zhao Yun with strange eyes.

Huang Yan, who had presided over the auction, was also there, with a similar look.

Ye gave birth to his left arm again.

This is the meaning of the expressions in their eyes.

Mostly senior Hongyuan.

Lao Xuankong muttered like this in his heart, fearing that only Hong Yuan had this ability.

"I have seen seniors."

Zhao Yun walked all the way to the pavilion, quite courteous of juniors.

"No need to be polite, sit down."

Lao Xuankong smiled gently, a peak of Jizo, invited a true spirit junior to drink tea, and personally pour the tea, it should be the first time in his life, it has given Zhao Yun enough face, to be precise, it is Daxia Hongyuan Face.

"Senior, is there any news about Soul Flower?"

Zhao Yun took a sip of tea and couldn't wait to speak.

"Guimingshan Cave." Old Xuankong only said three words.

When he heard it, Zhao Yun frowned, as if he had heard it. It was one of the few forbidden places in Daxia. Hearing the name, he knew it was not a good place.

The word "guiming" means literally.

I heard that there are often haunted ghosts, and they are extremely fierce ghosts. They are regarded by the world as the realm of the yin Cao. People stepped into the world and died for ten years. For thousands of years, everyone who enters the ghost mountain cave, even if it is the land Tibet Peak is no exception.

Rumor has it that there was a visit from the Heavenly Martial Realm, but there was no news.

Naturally, these are all rumors, no one knows the true or false, and there is no way to prove it.

After a long time, he looked at Old Xuankong, "Is there a soul flower in it?"

"80%." Lao Xuankong's words were not too full. "For such strange flowers, there are visions when the moon is full. I have an old friend who has vaguely seen outside the Guiming Mountain Grottoes. That is not good. It’s better not to go."

This was to Zhao Yun and Hongyuan.

Zhao Yun knew it, and Hongyuan knew it.

Even in the Heavenly Martial Realm, you may not be able to come out alive when you enter it. It is a world number one, but you can't fold it inside.

"Thanks senior for reminding."

Zhao Yun got up, bowed his hands again, and turned to leave.

"Little friends stay."

"Senior is there anything else?"

"It's not a big deal, I want to borrow my little friend Tianlei to use it." Lao Xuankong chuckled and gently opened his sleeves. Zhao Yun only saw him. On one side of Lao Xuankong's arm, there was a black curse pattern flashing. With the faint light, it seems looming.

"Witch curse?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"It's a blood curse." Huang Yan cut in.

"The old man is irreverent and has been to the **** forest." Lao Xuankong murmured, a little embarrassed and self-deprecating, "In order to get the treasure in it, the evil he inadvertently provoked, this blood curse is Planted since then."

"Old predecessors are fine! I went to the **** forest, but I can still come out alive." Zhao Yun sighed and tweeted, and didn't pay much attention to the blood curse. After listening to the **** forest, he felt cold all over his body. It was also a forbidden place. Unexpectedly, the evil name is not weak, the old Xuankong has actually been there, and he is still alive. He can be the master of the auction pavilion, and Xuankong is really not a general generation.

"It's a fluke."

"My Tianlei, can I help seniors get rid of the blood curse?"

"It should be possible." Old Xuankong laughed, "Thunder belongs to Yang, blood curse belongs to Yin, and the innate is incompatible. Ordinary thunder and lightning may not work. Your thunder is Tianlei. It is enough in level. Naturally, it will not let The little friend did his best."

"Happy to help." Zhao Yun smiled.

Lao Xuankong did not pretend, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and put his arm on the stone table. In the past few years, this **** blood curse has harmed him miserably. It is not that he has never found anyone with a sky thunder. Those talents! The asking price is too high, it is not as simple as giving money, it is to bleed him! I won’t give it to you if I don’t steam the steamed buns.

After meeting Zhao Yun, I saw hope.

The main thing is that this little guy is easier to talk than those old things. There are some treasures. He would rather give Zhao Yun than some old ones who have fallen into trouble.

"Senior, it will hurt."

Zhao Yun sacrificed thunder and lightning and wrapped Lao Xuankong's arm. He didn't need anyone to teach him, he would do it himself, blood curse! Similar to the imprint, it's good to refine it. He did this job and helped Qing Yao refine a guqin.

Well...!

When the thunder and lightning penetrated into the body, he heard Lao Xuankong snorted.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Moreover, there was thunder and lightning, and the blood curse was quite restless. It was devouring his blood, and there was a strange force that had penetrated into his body and destroyed his foundation. Although the blood curse was on his arm, it could be limbs and limbs. Pain.

"What a tenacious curse."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, the sky-level lightning could not shake.

"Come."

Lao Xuankong said, putting a handkerchief in his mouth.

The meaning is obvious, increase your strength.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, blessing bit by bit, for fear of using too much force and hurting Lao Xuankong’s arm. It seemed that the blood curse had merged with his arm, which was extremely difficult to refining. Hurt old Xuankong.

Well....!

Lao Xuankong snorted again, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and the old eyes were bloodshot. The white handkerchief in his mouth was soaked with blood from the gums and turned red. From this we can see how painful it is, 80% of it is not weaker than washing the marrow. Refining.

Zhao Yun remained silent and continued to bless the power of thunder.

Well...!

Lao Xuankong's face was full of pain and groaning constantly. Every time Zhao Yun blessed, he would growl in pain, his ruddy old face was extremely pale at this moment.

So, it lasted a full day.

When night falls, the humming is not just Lao Xuankong, Zhao Yun can't hold it anymore. Maybe it consumes too much, his face gradually loses blood, and his breath is no longer as well-proportioned. This is really a blood refining curse. Tired than doing one.

Of course, the blood curse was unbreakable.

"That's not an ordinary blood curse."

The Moon God said leisurely, he should have been awakened by Lao Xuankong's groan.

"Can Tianlei be refined?" Zhao Yun asked.

"It depends on whose sky thunder." The Moon God stretched his waist, "You true spirit-level sky thunder, even if you practice it to death, you can't practice that blood curse."

Zhao Yun coughed, and the meaning was self-understanding. It was because his cultivation level was too low, which suppressed the power of the sky thunder. If it were the martial arts in the underground state, it would probably be easy to refine.

I can't, give your own sky thunder to Lao Xuankong!

In this way, Lao Xuankong is good fortune, he will be very hurt, it will hurt the foundation, and the sky thunder is like the blood curse of Lao Xuankong, and it is also integrated with his physique. It is no different from breaking out of the sky thunder. His arm.

"There are other ways." Zhao Yun asked.

"Use the magic ring." Moon God said lightly, "The evil spirit on the ring can weaken the power of the blood curse, maybe it can be swallowed."

"You didn't say it earlier."

Zhao Yun couldn't sit still, wiped off his sweat, and then collected the sky thunder, and worked hard for a day. You are so **** fresh and refined.

If I am free, is it not fragrant for me to draw a symbol?

On the opposite side, Lao Xuankong had taken out the handkerchief in his mouth, bloody.

After practicing for a day, it failed to refining.

Non-Tian Lei is not enough to see, it is Zhao Yun's cultivation base is too low.

Hey!

Lao Xuankong sighed, then got up.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Xuankong back again.

"Tian Lei can't do it, let's change it!"

"There is another way?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun had already taken out the Lord of the Rings, which was black and pure.

"magic?"

Both Lao Xuankong and Huang Yan squinted their eyes slightly, and they could see the traces of evil spirit revealed on the Lord of the Rings, cold and tyrannical, and at a glance, they knew they belonged to the magic house.

"Master rewarded."

Zhao Yun smiled, holding the magic ring and placing it on the blood curse.

A magical scene appeared. The blood curse saw the Lord of the Rings, and it seemed very restless. It was more restless than when the sky thunder was refining. It was originally a black blood curse, but it was dimmed by the three of them. It was the power of the blood curse that was absorbed by the Lord of the Rings. The blood curse was dim, but the Lord of the Rings buzzed and trembled slightly, like a person who had been hungry for a long time, satiated and fed.

Within a quarter of an hour, the blood curse disappeared.

"This... is gone?"

Huang Yan was stunned. He practiced dryly with thunder and lightning for a day. The blood curse was still a blood curse. There was nothing to hang. He took a ring and put it on. It was done in a quarter of an hour?

Have this good thing, take it out early!

Look at you tired, look at my pavilion master pain.

"What a weird ring."

Lao Xuankong murmured, poisoning his blood curse so easily that it would be broken. After living for decades, seeing this weird object for the first time could actually **** the blood curse.

"baby."

Zhao Yun has taken the Lord of the Rings back, hesitated, and wiped it with his sleeves.

Can vampire curse, this is the power of the Lord of the Rings?

Or is it just one of many abilities?

"It broke eventually."

Lao Xuankong yelled, suffocating the suffocated air in his heart, and roared out, Xu Shi was too excited, and the momentum of the peak of the underground reservoir suddenly surged out.

"Pavilion Master, take a moment."

Huang Yan had a dry cough and was already unstable.

He is still good, but Zhao Yun is really embarrassed.

That cargo is no longer in the pavilion.

That guy, in the rockery opposite, was burying his head and wiping the Lord of the Rings. God knows that Lao Xuankong suddenly showed his aura and showed it all. An inattentive person was knocked out. A rockery is good. The crushed rocks are flying. .

At the moment, are you coughing up blood?

He coughed up blood while digging in the gravel, as if looking for something.

What are you looking for?

Looking for his Lord of the Rings, it was also knocked off.

Fortunately, the Lord of the Rings was found, and it was not damaged, otherwise it would be really nonsense.

"Little friend."

Lao Xuankong stepped out of the pavilion, this whole, too embarrassing.

I also blame him, he is so excited, he seems to ignore Huang Yan and Zhao Yun.

"Senior, say hello next time."

Zhao Yun didn’t breathe well, and another mouthful of blood. This is not a pretense, he is really injured, and he has a solid foundation. If he changes to a normal true spirit state, he must be half-struck. Tao.

"Old man's fault."

Lao Xuankong hurriedly took Ling Xiao, it was actually a two-pattern pill.

"What a shame."

Zhao Yun was not polite, didn't eat it, stuffed it into the small gourd, and shook it vigorously. Whenever there is a pill, it is so dry and can bless the power of the elixir.

"Expelling the blood curse, this grace has been written down."

Lao Xuan said sincerely, and stuffed a purse into him.

"Raise your hand."

Zhao Yun smiled, hehe, no one refused to come, the purse is heavy, I am afraid it is not only the silver bills, but also pills and pills, the main fruit of the pavilion is generous.

You can't do it in vain, you have to give it some benefits.