Eternal Gate

puff!

When the Zixiao sword fell, Hua Yang was killed instantly.

Thousands of miles to give people a head, this Tianzong disciple is definitely a typical.

"Do it yourself, get enough food and clothing."

Someone was very conscious and rolled up his sleeves.

Hua Yang's belongings, whether it is silver, weapons, ornaments...whatever can be taken away, must not be angry, a whole set of actions, there is no sense of violation.

Quack! Quack!

While searching, I suddenly heard the neighing of birds in the sky.

Zhao Yun raised his eyes subconsciously, and when he entered his eyes, he saw two big birds, one carved in blood and one white crane. He didn't know where he came from. He hovered in the void. To be precise, it was a fight. It was extremely fierce, with blood pouring down, and fierce hissing. Resounded in the sky.

"interesting."

Zhao Yun muttered, then turned around and continued to sweep the spoils.

"wrong."

After a few moments, he looked up again, staring at the white crane. It looked a bit familiar, because there were two ancient totems on its wings, which looked like two lotus flowers, lifelike, where he seemed to be. Have seen.

"Senior Ziling's mount."

Zhao Yun murmured, frowning slightly.

This is weird, Zi Ling is far away guarding the tomb of the Yinyue King's Tomb, and her mount is here, and the blood sculpture against it is obviously also a mount, quite tyrannical.

boom! boom!

Suddenly, the rumbling sound resounded from the deep mountain.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes from the air and looked at the other side. He could hear the movement of the war, and guessed two or three points. One of the sides of the battle must be Zi Ling, as for the other side, most of it was the blood sculpture. The master.

This bridge is clearly revealed.

Master to master, mount to mount.

Before much thought, Zhao Yun immediately destroyed the body and went straight to the mountains.

"No, you have to kill this guy first."

After running three or two steps, he turned back and channeled the Golden Winged Roc, and the goods in his mouth referred to the blood sculptures fighting against the white cranes in the air. Said it is fighting, it is better to say that it is chasing the white crane and fighting, according to this posture, the white crane will be destroyed.

"Bump into it."

Zhao Yun posted a speed talisman on Dapeng, pointing to the sky.

Quack!

Dapeng spreads its wings and plugs Haoyu straight.

The air battle is fierce, and the white crane is more miserable than expected. It is full of blood and is far from the opponent of the blood sculpture. The crane is mild in nature and is not good at fighting. The blood sculpture is violent, but it is good at attacking. Both are mounts. The two are obviously not the same. Class variety.

"I come."

A long distance away, I heard Zhao Yun yelling, saying to Baihe.

The white crane has its own spirituality and can understand it, spreading its wings and flying high, avoiding the blood sculpture.

Dapeng was so fast that he attacked directly.

The Blood Sculpture also has spirituality, red eyes, full of contempt and disdain, a true mount, but a genuine Xuanyang rank, not afraid of Zhao Yun and Dapeng, two terrible lightning bolts have been seen from its eyes Projected.

Quack!

Dapeng had long anticipated, and the danger was avoided.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun was not idle, using the soul sword to cut through the air.

Xuanyang level is very hanging? Can't beat your master, and can't beat your mount?

lb!

The Zixiao Sword failed to break through the blood sculpture's defense, as if it slashed on an iron stone.

"I can't help myself."

This is the meaning represented by the eyes of the blood sculpture.

It was domineering and leaked, and it came with a hurricane, the wind was as fierce as a steel knife, not to mention other things, just this power can give birth to a true spirit mount.

Unfortunately, Dapeng is not an ordinary bird.

And Zhao Yun, who was not an ordinary true spirit realm, opened the hurricane with his sword.

"It's now."

When the blood sculpture was less than one foot away, Zhao Yun leaped over and jumped onto the blood sculpture's back.

The blood sculpture was furious, and the sky ran wildly, trying to throw Zhao Yun off.

"run?"

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort, tugging at the feathers of the blood sculpture in one hand, and holding a sword in the other. The sword was torn by lightning and fire lingered. It forcibly broke the defense of the blood sculpture. A sword penetrated from its back to its chest. The light is quite dazzling.

Quack!

The Blood Sculpture screamed, staggering for a while, almost planting Xu Tian.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's second sword arrived, and he chopped off his head with a single sword.

Dapeng flew to catch him.

White cranes also flew in one after another, and the injuries were indeed miserable.

"Open your mouth."

Zhao Yun took out the small purple gourd.

After taking two mouthfuls of spiritual fluid, the injury is nothing.

The white crane's scream was more joyful. It was really a super spiritual mount. He pointed his wings to the distance, as if saying that the master was there.

"Go down and find a place to hide."

Zhao Yun said that the Dapeng was connected and fell from the sky.

And Zhao Yun ran straight to the depths, wanting to see who was fighting Ziling, it must be the Ksitigarbha realm, the mount was Xuanyang rank, how could the master be weak.

I don't know when, he took hold.

Looking into the distance, there are two figures in black and white, and the battle is raging.

The one in white is Zi Ling.

Zhao Yun also recognizes the black-clothed man as the strong man in the blood-clothed door. He used to tune the tiger away from the mountain to catch the small fortune fan.

The peak of Jizo! That fight is scary.

As fellow practitioners at the same level, Ziling is not his opponent, like a white crane and a blood sculpture. Ziling is a supplementary martial artist. This type of person is not good at fighting. Even so, the strong blood-clothed gate is also embarrassed enough. It was stained with blood.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two are fast and lightning.

Even with Zhao Yuntian eyes, it is difficult to grasp the true form, and the two figures are seen.

boom! boom! boom!

The fighting was very quiet, the jungle was chopped up in pieces, and debris was flying across the sky.

Zhao Yun snorted and was almost shaken out of the ground.

It is not that his background is not strong enough, but the level of fighting is too high.

The bad thing is underground, if it is on the ground, most of it has been crushed by the aftermath of the war.

boom!

The mountain collapsed and was smashed by the hand of a strong blood-clothed door.

In the midst of the rocks and flying, Zi Ling bleeds back. Before stopping to stop her figure, she saw a blood beam on her face. Although she tried to avoid it, she was still pierced through the jade shoulders, with terrible killing intent invading her body and devastating her to the extreme The foundation.

At this point, the forest fell into peace.

"The feeling of the blood door curse... but it's okay?"

The blood-clothed old man smiled faintly, and came with his knife, his eyes sullen and hideous,

Zi Ling didn't say a word, only pinched with one hand.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the blood-clothed old man's chest.

When I looked carefully, I saw that it was a lotus mark, which should have been carved by Zi Ling.

The blood-clothed old man suddenly changed his expression.

However, it is too late, the lotus mark has exploded.

Powerful! Still very overbearing, the blood-clothed old man was blown away.

puff!

Zi Ling sprayed blood, shook her, almost fell, her cheeks were pale and bloodless. It seemed that she had paid a tragic price for detonating the lotus mark. In addition to the serious injury, even a gust of breeze might blow her down.

The price is tragic and the results are fruitful.

The blood-clothed old man knelt, his body was broken, and it was already a pile of broken bones.

"good very good."

You laughed, and a blood man crawled out of the pile of broken bones. It should be a blood fetus. If the first physical body dies, there will be blood fetus broken out. It is a new life. For there will be a decline, but the memory is there. Perhaps, this is the legendary Nirvana rebirth, which is indeed extraordinary.

"Damn it."

Zi Ling couldn't stand firmly in one step, and stepped back.

I knew that there was a blood fetal law in the blood cloak door.

"What else to rely on."

The blood-clothed old man smiled savagely, with all his white teeth exposed, he walked step by step, and when he passed the blood knife, he pulled it out, every step was a **** footprint. At first glance, he looked like a ghost from hell, licking The scarlet tongue is not only gloomy, but looking at Ziling's eyes, there is also a lot of lust. Evil light.

puff!

Zi Ling spurted blood again and couldn't stand still.

There is no doubt that she will die, the old man in the blood-clothed clothes has dropped a few times, even in a weak state, but still in the Ksitigarbha realm, one move is enough to destroy her half-dead person.

boom!

At the juncture of the crisis, a powerful momentum suddenly appeared.

"Tianwu?"

Zi Ling looked back, and would never admit his mistake.

"Tianwu?"

The blood-clothed old man's expression changed drastically again, and his raised foot suddenly retracted.

"I won't kill you."

"Go back and tell your sect master, he will visit him in the future."

"roll."

With a black robe, Zhao Yun slowly walked out of the darkness. He was once again possessed by the drama spirit. He entered the woods for three minutes and resonated with the martial soul in a few words. He was cold and withered, and possessed a supreme majesty. territory.

Look across.

The blood-clothed old man counseled, his body trembling and his face pale.

Previously, it was step by step.

Now, he is retreating step by step, his back is cold and sweaty, and his eyes are full of fear. Tonight, the characters are incompatible, and the forest where the birds do not shit, where is Tianwu.

Whoosh!

Backing back, he turned and escaped.

Ren Tian Wu Jing has already said that, it would be awkward to run, and no longer have to go later.

call!

Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Bluff! There is only one who can bluff, and he often does this.

"Are you... Senior Hongyuan?"

Zi Ling shook and looked at Zhao Yun tentatively.

"Well...."

Zhao Yun gagged and nodded gently.

He was still witty, and if he slowed down a bit, the Moon God would make trouble with him.

It is Hongyuan undoubtedly.

Zi Ling was extremely confident, this old man liked to use a rag to gag.

Zhao Yun took the small gourd and handed it to Ziling.

The meaning is obvious, take a sip, and you are guaranteed to heal from your injury.

Zi Ling hurriedly took it and didn't drink it immediately. Instead, she glanced at the little gourd insignificantly. To be honest, it was a bit familiar. It seemed that Zhao Yun also had one. She had met Zhao Yun the first time she asked for directions. , The patterns on the gourd are exactly the same, so say it! It really deserves to be the master and apprentice.

Zi Ling's body trembled after the spirit fluid was poured.

A magical scene appeared, and her injuries all over her body recovered instantly.

"Is this... the magic medicine?"

Zi Ling was shocked, and his medicine was too domineering.

Because of the shock, she was more in awe, the world's number one fruit is well-deserved.

Hum!

When she was amazed, a burst of blood suddenly appeared and shot out of the darkness.

It was the blood-clothed old man who had killed him again.

Not only did he come back, he also hit a terrible blow, aiming at Zhao Yun.

Ziling was caught off guard.

Zhao Yun was caught off guard, was pierced by blood and fainted on the spot.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

This time, it was another attempt to bluff.

Zi Ling was stunned.

To be precise, it was shocked, the genuine Tianwu Realm, so vulnerable?

"It's so mysterious."

The blood-clothed old man grinned.

As witty as him, he is not so easy to deceive.

"Damn it."

Zi Ling reacted, and instantly shot out a sword, with a sword destroying it.

This time, the old man in the change clothes was shocked.

What's so special, it's only a few moments, what about this girl's injury?

puff!

The **** light was quite dazzling, the blood-clothed old man was hit, and a sword pierced his eyebrows. He was also to blame for his blood-born body, his cultivation base plummeted, in a weak state, looking at Zi Ling, drinking the spiritual liquid, and reaching the peak instantly , Very powerful.

This is embarrassing.

Not only was Zhao Yun embarrassed, but the blood-clothed old man was also embarrassed, and they all left, but they came back with a sullen face. This is good, breaking the scam, but losing his life.

"senior."

Zi Ling returned instantly, looking at Zhao Yun's eyes, a little strange.

Will this be Hongyuan?

With doubts, she uncovered Zhao Yun's black robe.