Eternal Gate

"Mao... keep up."

The Tianzi Peak under the moon is not calm.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, you can even hear shouts.

When I came up to take a look, I realized that it was the sky-high fire.

Although the master is asleep, the magic box must be opened! The so-called numbness is to let the disciples of the Immortal Sect who come to practice go in quickly, and when they are done, they can find a place to cool down.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

There is no need for it to scream, the disciples of Xianzong are also very self-conscious. It can be said that they have followed one after another. After all, this is their second time here. It is because they have been in that they know the mystery inside. It is an absolute holy place for cultivation. This is a good thing. , naturally rushing forward.

"Xianzong is about to rise."

If this is the case, the elders have been repeating it many times.

Although the magic box is small, its ability is great. When the disciples enter, they will have more or less good fortune when they come out, just like the saintess of Daluo, who have entered the interior to practice twice, and have transformed both times, as if they have broken through to immortals. Omen of the King.

This is just one of them.

Xianzong has no shortage of talents, and there are a lot of outstanding people.

On the top of the mountain, I stand upright without reading the sky, quietly looking into the distance.

When the road to the sky opened, she seemed to be able to see the immortal light stained with the mortal world across the endless nothingness. Those were all mortals who flew into the immortal world, and there were all parties.

No one can estimate the number.

There is no way, the two worlds of Xianfan have been separated for too long.

Endless years, I don't know how many quasi-immortals have been precipitated.

It should be the lifelong long-cherished wish of mortals to see the sky outside the sky.

"Can't go down."

The old **** stick climbed up, and there was a fat fairy beside him.

The two were in poor condition, and both covered their foreheads and grinned.

Dengxian Road is open, but the road to earth is blocked, they are hard! I was stunned to be hit in the middle of the night, and I couldn't go down to earth without saying anything, and my head was bleeding.

"The handwriting of the sanctioner." Bu Niantian whispered.

"It's really a pain in the ass." The old **** cudgel scolded.

"There must be a reason for doing so." Fatty Daxian said.

"Do your best to find it."

"Got it."

The two old men took a sip of wine and went to the sky.

Along with them, there were also many elders of Xianzong, not to go to the mountains and waters, but to find those little dolls who flew up from Daxia, that is, Zhao Yun's old friends.

It is said that everyone has their own path to take, and they have no reason to forcibly intervene, but who makes his immortal sect have many enemies? Who made Zhao Yun the holy son of Da Luo Xianzong? Each of his old friends who flew into the immortal realm has the possibility of being revenge by the enemy. If he is captured and used as a threat, the scene will be very passive.

So, you have to try your best to find it!

Bu Niantian did not leave, but still stood on the top of the mountain and looked out into the sky, only occasionally lowered his eyes and glanced at the jade hand.

On its palm, an ancient secret pattern is engraved, which is a mark of infinite tracking.

Such a brand name, Zhao Yun's old friends in the mortal world, all have one in their bodies, just so that after ascension, they can use this mark to find someone.

such a pity!

Stepping on the road to the immortal and entering the immortal gate, the imprint was erased.

That's fine, if you can enter the Immortal Realm with the imprint, then the enemy can also secretly plant the imprint, and you can also use the imprint to find someone. For the mortals who have come from the sky, it is nothing but a disaster. Without the imprint, they Finding someone is hard work, and so are enemies.

"Find."

"Catch me alive."

Such ferocious words, such cold orders, there are many forces, there are many enemies of Xianzong, and there is no lack of old friends of Zhao Gongzi. If you don't let go to the world and do things, it doesn't mean that you can't find someone in the fairyland, and you don't need to. Too many, three or five will do.

Of course, the more the better.

I don't know when, Bu Nian Tian closed his eyes and went to Xianchi.

Concubine Long, Miao Yu and Xiao Cai fans are all there, and they are all confined here. It is a troubled time. This is for their safety, so as not to sneak out and find relatives and friends who have ascended in the mortal world.

In the pool, Zhao Yun slept peacefully.

There was no more pain on his face, calm and peaceful.

No matter where you look, at this moment, he looks like a living dead.

His consciousness is blurred, and he can see pieces of fragmented pictures, which are the memories of the Tao body. Because it is not fully integrated, what he sees is limited, and most of the time he can't see clearly.

What is certain is that the Dao body entered the world from zero, and there is a piece of memory that is blank, perhaps a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, according to what he thought, the Dao body of those years should have been sealed. Or... is self-proclaimed.

"It's too slow."

The Demon King kept yawning. He stared at him every day, and the more he looked, the more sleepy he became. The fusion of the Eternal Body and the Eternal Dao Body was really slow to make people anxious to urinate. He was still waiting for Zhao Yun to wake up and asked him to inquire. A little secret?

After seeing Zhao Yun, he glanced out into the sky.

Entering the eyes, I saw a figure descending from the sky.

He was middle-aged, with slightly disheveled hair and a decadent complexion.

Taking a closer look, it was the Holy Monarch who had appeared at the Kunlun Festival.

The difference from the past is that at this moment, his eyes are very clear, his demeanor is no longer dull, and he has advanced his cultivation, and now he is a real demigod.

Seeing him, Concubine Long, Jiu Yu and Xiao Cai fans who were standing by the pool all got up subconsciously, and while looking dazed, they also subconsciously called out, "The devil?"

"Stay safe."

The Holy Monarch responded, but he was looking at Zhao Yun in the pool.

That's right, he is the deity of the devil. He was taken back by him because of his incarnation flying into the fairy world. It was the integration of the incarnation that dispelled the last trace of confusion in his soul.

He has preserved the entire life of the incarnation.

It was a precious memory, full of blood, tears and true feelings.

"Stay safe."

Although Zhao Yun didn't respond, the three Concubine Long whispered softly.

They never thought that the Holy Son of the Demon Family was actually an incarnation.

Although Bu Niantian was surprised, he was not shocked.

After all, her incarnation, Mengdie, and the incarnation of the holy monarch, the demon son, had crossed paths in the mortal world. Back then, the night Huadu was blown up, Yan Kang was present, Zhao Yun was present, and the demon son was also present. Hearing what Zhao Yun said, I can't help laughing when I think about it.

She left without disturbing a few people to reminisce.

The taciturn Saint Monarch rarely smiles tonight.

That's the devil's smile.

Since it is a retelling of the old, it is natural to use the identity of the mortal world.

Dapeng also came, looking at the eyes of the holy monarch, it was very strange, he still thought, when the devil flew into the fairyland, what about the hammer? This time, it seems that he thinks too much, some big old man! I just like to practice the trumpet, it's too **** rude.

In the dead of night, the sage went to the sky.

On the second day after he left, Zhao Yun advanced to the cultivation level again.

It is still a small realm, but the movement created is not small. The eternal vision is filled with the virtual sky, and all kinds of mysterious Taoist sounds are resounding for several days.

The people of Xianzong are used to it.

It seems that since Zhao Yun was asleep, there have been such occurrences every three or five years.

"No more waiting."

That night, the Demon King also fell into a deep sleep, which is called self-proclaimed.

Long Yuan and Xianlei were quite sensible, so they were buried alive in a hurry.