Eternal Gate

"Fellow Daoist, stand firm."

"Go to your grandma."

Such words would reverberate in Zhao Yun's mind every day.

It doesn't matter whether he is standing or not, he slept soundly.

Eighteen years may seem like a very long time for mortals, but for him, it's just a matter of sleeping, so no, why not dream? A dream for eighteen years.

"The old man figured it out, he was about to wake up."

The old man in the shroud folded his hands and sat by the pool, as if he was a senior. The only thing that affects his appearance is his old face, which is blue and purple, and his hair. I don't know who scratched it. , the mess is like a chicken coop.

At a glance, you can see that he has been beaten a lot on weekdays.

They are all masterpieces by Dapeng and the others, and the more they fight, the better they are.

No way, I was banned from Xianzong, I was bored, I had to find something to do.

"Ok."

"I also counted with my fingers, he is about to wake up."

Xiao Wuling also has a similar appearance. Sitting on the head of the shroud Laodao, he speaks in a serious manner. Don't look at his height, but in the past ten years, he has not wasted time. , to raise him fat and white.

Honestly.

They didn't count very well.

It was promised that he was about to wake up, but after half a month, someone still slept soundly.

"Not urgent."

"Go to sleep."

Dapeng, Huluwa, troublemaker and bald old man were also present. They sat in a row by the pool with their cheeks on their hands, yawning all the time. They have waited for 18 years. I don't care about these few days. So hard to sleep.

what...!

As he was speaking, he heard a roar.

The voice came from the direction of Jiulong Chiyuan.

When everyone looked at it, they saw a figure walking out from the inside, with a heroic and majestic physique.

He was a generation of barbarian kings, and he finally raised his spirit.

Seeing him, Dapeng, Punch and others are fine.

On the other hand, Concubine Long and Xiaocai fans, even if they were in the Void Realm at the moment, still couldn't hide their awe.

In the mortal world, that king is a symbol of an era.

His prestige and deeds are still extolled in that world to this day.

"He won't hold grudges!" Shroud Laodao grunted.

You know, he pried open the tomb of a generation of barbarian kings.

That night, Zhao Yun was also present.

He had never expected to meet the barbarian king in Daluo Xianzong.

People who have been dead for thousands of years can still be resurrected? subvert cognition.

"Is this the fairyland?"

The barbarian king stood outside the Jiulongchiyuan, looking at the world with all the vicissitudes of life.

He has been dead for too long, but his obsessions and long-cherished wishes when he was young are like a brand, engraved in his soul. Now that he has come to the fairyland, there is an unreal feeling.

In the mortal world, it is no longer his time.

In the fairy world, the same is true.

The universe here is too vast, he is like a drop in Taicang, too small.

"This little friend, let's talk?"

Someone descended from the sky, an elder of the Xianzong with a strong back.

Since a generation of barbarian kings was put into Jiulongchiyuan, he has come to Leda every few minutes.

Because the barbarian king is very pleasing to the eye, I intend to accept it as a disciple,

The barbarian king was taken away, and he really entered the teacher's door, which is the so-called...

what...!

The next day after the barbarian king woke up, Jiulong Chiyuan roared again.

This time, it was the King of the Moon Moon, who came out with a halberd. Although his cultivation base was low, he had the temperament of a king. It was the same experience. His state of mind was the same as that of a barbarian king.

"Little friend, let's talk?"

The Barbarian King is favored by some, and the Yin Moon King is naturally loved by some.

On the same day, he entered the teacher's door, and by the way, he practiced the longevity formula.

As a master, you will spare no effort to cultivate a lot of resources, and when the foundation is solid, you will go to the Heavenly Demon Realm to cultivate. Time is not a problem, it is a holy place for cultivation.

Under the moonlight, more elders of Xianzong went out.

Or find someone, who makes the immortal world too vast, looking for someone is like finding a needle in a haystack.

There are not enough manpower, so don't send a few more, lest he be passive.

Night came quietly again.

Outside, there are guests.

It was a beautiful shadow, like a dream.

He fixed his eyes and saw that it was Yunyan.

After years of transformation, she finally gathered her physique.

It is worthy of the incarnation of Mengxian. Even though he has recovered his free body, he still has the deity of the deity. Although the way of his dreams is not as good as the deity, he has a deep understanding.

Along with Yunyan, there is also a slightly immature young man, with eyes like stars, black hair like waterfalls, majestic blood, no weak eternal body at all, and sometimes accompanied by visions all over his body.

That is Haochen, that is, the body of the prehistoric, the apprentice of Zhao Yun who was chased by the ducks and put on the shelves. Although he is a little slow, his background is extremely domineering.

wow rub!

Seeing the body of the prehistoric, Dapeng and others all came to the spirit, including the old man in the shroud, all the swarms passed by, arguing that they wanted to worship others.

In particular, Dapeng dances the most.

After so many years, Mengxian's girl, finally willing to release the body of the prehistoric, entered the Xianzong, and did not release a little blood, I am really sorry for the ancestors.

As a result, the seniority of Dapeng and others has dropped collectively, and when they see Young Master Zhao again, they have to call out Shishu.

It doesn't matter.

I don't want my face anymore, I don't care about my seniority.

"Eh?...The body of the Great Desolation?"

"Isn't this lineage of inheritance extinct long ago?"

The Immortal Sect at night became very lively.

Because of the prehistoric body, I don't know how many old guys came to Tianzi Peak, such as studying old antiques, surrounded Haochen to the top.

After asking, I found out that it was Zhao Yun's apprentice.

And, is it from Dream Island?

"I have seen all the seniors."

Haochen understands etiquette quite well, but his demeanor is rather unnatural.

In Dream Island, what he sees every day is basically his mother. He has never encountered such a scene. The amiable old men in front of him look so enthusiastic!

"Okay, everything is fine."

A bunch of old guys, all laughing from ear to ear.

God really took care of Xianzong. There were so many talents in the past. Now, there is another body of prehistoric people. If the younger generation rises up, who would dare to touch the Daluo Xianzong.

That night, Haochen was sent into the magic box.

All the year round on the Island of Dreams, he needs some **** training.

Only in this way can you fully exploit your potential.

By the pool, clouds and smoke stand.

Tu'er hasn't seen her for eighteen years, so she was in a deep sleep.

She has also slept for eighteen years, and there are too many things that she doesn't know, such as punch lines and small money fans.

I don't know what to say, just sit there and chat, I know everything.

I heard that Rao is her state of mind, and I can't help but sigh.

Not to mention anything else, just to say a witty remark, his disciple even had a ghost marriage, and the wife of the ghost marriage actually broke into the fairyland from the underworld.

What kind of love is it that can perform such obsessions.

Thinking of this, she was silent for a long time alone, and her thoughts returned to the night when Zhao Yun wanted to kill Yunfeng. How ridiculous she was at that time, her disciple must have been very close to her for many years!

"I said, is he awake?" Xiao Wuling whispered.