Eternal Gate

Early in the morning, the warm morning light poured on the earth.

In the mountains, there is a tree with a crooked neck. On the tree hangs a five-flowered man with a blue nose and a swollen face, and his body is full of footprints. At this moment, it is shaking with the wind.

That's right, it's Zhao Yun.

Last night, he was domineering, extinguishing Huayang, slaughtering the blood sculpture, and pretending to be Daxia Hongyuan, scaring away the blood-clothed old man. The only drawback is that he was beaten into a dream by a blood beam, and then he was hung up. Up.

So far, they are still fainting.

Under the tree, Zi Ling stood lightly, sweeping up and down Zhao Yun in the middle of the night, and sometimes stretched out her hand to pinch Zhao Yun's small arms and legs. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that this little Wu Xiu could perform the mighty power of Tianwu.

In addition, it is acting.

This person named Zhao Yun didn't blush or breathe when he fooled people.

She still wasn't sure if this guy... was Hongyuan's apprentice.

All I knew was that Zhao Yun was definitely the one who accompanied her to the Tomb of Yinyue King that day.

Just say it! No. 1 in the world, how can it be so frivolous, how can it be tempted to play with younger generations, or to put a rag in your mouth, it is even more imposing.

now.

If the truth is revealed, it's no surprise.

It was because it was determined that it was Zhao Yun that he became more and more angry.

You little bastard, how dare you fool your old mother, how dare you play with your old mother.

Quack! Quack!

Baihe and Dapeng are also there.

Xu is hungry, and the two birds are squatting under the tree, pecking their heads.

The white crane is okay, not very natural.

Dapeng! The heart is big enough.

The owner was beaten by the bear, but it was like a okay bird.

Zhao Yun woke up with the breeze.

I don’t know if I was hurt too badly last night or was beaten by Ziling too badly. I still feel dizzy. When I wake up, I realized I was **** by Wuhuada and hung on a tree. My whole body hurts, especially my face is hot. of.

"woke up?"

Zi Ling spoke suddenly and looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.

"Senior, what a coincidence!"

Zhao Yun laughed, feeling urgency for a while, laughing is more ugly than crying, struggling fiercely, but the rope is special, how can he earn continuously, the harder he earns, the harder he swayed, although Ziling is laughing, but falling In his eyes, the whole body was chilly. If he had known that he couldn't stop the blood-clothed old man, he would change his method. This would be good, and his identity would be seen through.

The conscience of heaven and earth.

It's not him who plays Ziling, it's the Moon God.

It seems that the explanation is unclear, even if it is explained, Ziling has to believe it!

"Not going to say something?"

Zi Ling's smile became more charming, and sparks bloomed in his watery eyes.

"Don't say anything, go to bed."

"Snapped!"

"I work hard in bed."

"Snapped!"

"One day, I will sleep with you."

"Snapped!"

This is a bizarre conversation.

One sentence after another, Zhao Yun was more wild than one sentence.

Ziling! It is also slap after slap, and a palm is louder than a palm.

At this moment, don't say Dapeng, even Baihe raised his head too much.

This little Wu Xiu, is the door caught in his head? Do you want to die?

My master, the fruit is dangling.

The eyes of the Golden Winged Roc are especially worshipped.

Looking at Zi Ling, her chest rises and falls violently, and the red glow on her face has spread to her neck. I don’t know whether it is shame or anger. The peak is dignified, and the ice is clear and jade. Have you ever heard such a foul language, and the other party is still a little Wu Xiu, this is no longer a molestation, this is a naked insult.

No wonder calling you a lover, you deserve it!

"Xiu'er, come on, one more sentence."

"After that, let's go on the road together."

Zhao Yun stopped, bleeding from the seven orifices of the Ziling fan.

Those words were not what he said, they were all masterpieces of Moon God.

Xiu'er was leisurely, sitting on the moon, facing an illusory little mirror, taking care of her illusory hair, teasing the girl, she is also professional, in order to show the disciple a few more wives, the teacher’s good pains Attentive!

However, I can't say any more at this moment.

Besides, her disciple would be killed by Zi Ling.

"Say, why not say it."

The fire in Zi Ling's eyes almost poured out of her eyes.

If the eye light can kill people, Zhao Yun at that moment is probably already drinking Meng Po soup.

"Face hurts."

Zhao Yun grinned and fainted again.

I also blame someone for being so cruel, even if he is awake, he can't tell the difference between the north and south.

Zi Ling's anger was still not quenched.

So, I won't let Zhao Yun go.

Dapeng croaked, and Ma slipped back to the spirit world, for fear that Ziling hadn't had a good time, so he would also give it a beating. The spirit world is better, mainly for safety.

As for the white crane, he also squatted looking for ground.

The owner of her house, who is notoriously gentle, still gets so angry when she sees her for the first time. This shows how talented this talent named Zhao Yun is.

"What a domineering spirit."

Zi Ling whispered, holding Zhao Yun's little gourd and looked again.

The small gourd is very unusual, and the spiritual liquid in it is even more extraordinary.

The injury was so heavy, and he healed with a mouthful of spiritual fluid.

Thinking about it this way, she found a jade bottle, secretly poured a small bottle, and went there later, studied and studied, and cultivated for so many years, the first time she saw the magic medicine.

After a long time, she looked at Zhao Yun again.

Huo Huo Huo Huo, to this kid, she was still very shocked.

The little real spirit can perform the aura of Tianwu, and, being blocked in Canglang City, how did this guy escape? Such a talent, his master, even if it is not Da Xia Hongyuan, must be an extremely Terrible existence.

It didn't take long before Zhao Yun was put down.

The young master of the Zhao family finally woke up and squatted under the tree with his head in his arms.

This posture, no matter where you look at it, looks like a prisoner of reform through labor. It is honest and harmless to humans and animals. From Ziling's point of view, this man named Zhao Yun has long lost his face. If it weren't for the sake of saving her, he would slap him earlier. died.

"Being beaten is also a practice."

The words of Moon God are always so learned.

Zhao Yun's face was dark, and an urge to scold his mother spontaneously.

I want to become a god.

This is his long-cherished wish.

Nothing else, just to clean up the Moon God, this girl is too bad.

"Where is the king of my house?"

Zi Ling said lightly, the king in his mouth refers to the King of Yinyue.

Since it was Hong Yuan played by Zhao Yun, it must be the one who took the coffin away.

"Taken away by the master."

"Snapped!"

The dialogue was very concise, Zhao Yun still wanted to bluff, Zi Ling slapped the past, everything is easy to understand, has been seen through, and dare to fool my old lady, how much Xia Hongyuan exists, there will be a disciple like you child?

"Let's release the Nether Land."

Zhao Yun covered his face, and was beaten to stare at Jin Xing.

Zi Ling said nothing, but stared at Zhao Yun.

Rumor has it that the Nether Land is at the junction of the Yangjian and the Underworld. She had heard it herself, but she didn't believe it, because it was too vague and no one really confirmed it.

"It's really there."

Zhao Yun looked serious, telling the truth.

"I don't believe it."

Zi Ling's tone was cold, because he was frightened by Zhao Yun's acting skills.

She is the guardian of the tomb, and it involves the Yinyue King, so she has to be cautious. If Zhao Yun obliterates the Yinyue King's body, how can she be worthy of the ancestors.

"Take me to the Nether Land."

"can not go."

"It seems that you have to suffer a bit."

Zi Ling was quite conscious. He took out the guy who was eating, her sword, and placed it on Zhao Yun's shoulder. The sword was sharp, and if it was an inch, his head moved.

Naturally, this is to scare Zhao Yun.

Mainly worried about the Yinyue King Corpse.

"I shouldn't save you."

Zhao Yun wiped a handful of nosebleeds, and urinated again.

"That is my mission."

Zi Ling's words eased a bit.

As long as the Yinyue King's corpse is safe, everything is easy to say.

"Living people can't go to the Nether Land."

"Senior insists to see, the younger one can call him back."

"However, at your own risk."

Zhao Yun got up, clutching his old waist and grinning.

The so-called conceited consequences are the Yinyue King. If it disturbs his peace, the servant will be mad. Even if there are a hundred purple lings, they can't suppress the king, the ancient corpse of the Heavenly Martial Realm. , The world will be messed up.

Zi Ling does not speak, as it is the default.

Zhao Yun didn't make any mistakes. He stood firm in one step, folded his hands together, and chanted a spell.

Hum!

Accompanied by a hum, a sarcophagus rose from the ground.

It was the coffin of Yinyue King who was really summoned back from the Nether Land.

"Sinking the coffin."

Zi Ling muttered to herself, as if it were true.

However, what Zhao Yun used was somewhat different from those of the corpse clan.

Hum!

When she murmured, the sarcophagus had all risen.

The next section! It's not very harmonious. The huge coffin is shaking back and forth, and the coffin lid is buzzing and trembling. It has a posture of flipping out. At the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin, there is fog spreading, a powerful Tianwu power. , Appeared suddenly, not to mention that Zhao Yun and Zi Ling were knocked back by one step. It is undoubtedly the King of Yinyue, and the pressure is domineering.

Such restlessness is obviously the Yinyue King angry.

What's so special about you, Lao Tzu rarely finds peace. How about using this king as a psychic beast?

Zi Ling's discoloration has changed, and it can be seen that the king of her family is furious, disturbed by peace, and offended with majesty. He wants to break out of the coffin and kill him.

Therefore, Zhao Yun did not lie to her.

The legendary Netherland really exists.

This is not important, what is important is that the Yinyue King is in a posture to change the corpse. If the ancient corpse of the Tianwu level is to be killed, it will be a chaos in the world! No one in this world can hold down the Yinyue King's corpse.

Regret it.

She regretted it.

I regret not believing in Zhao Yun, and I regret not listening to Zhao Yun's advice.

"&@#￥%*@%#."

At the moment of crisis, Zhao Yun spoke suddenly.

His words are a long list of jiligulu, not the language of living people.

Self-dead words.

It's not that Zhao Yun is talking about it, it's a masterpiece of Moon God.

The coffin of the Yinyue King stopped trembling. It should be the Yinyue King who gave the Moon God's face, otherwise, Zhao Yun would not be able to hold him down with his true spiritual realm.

Hum!

There was another hum.

The sarcophagus sank inch by inch, and three to five disappeared.

call!

Zhao Yun let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

See! Luna is the only thing to support the scene, he is just a little shrimp.

"It's me... reckless."

Zi Ling laughed at herself and also expressed apologies to Zhao Yun.

Compared to Zhao Yun, she is really ignorant of the dignified peak of the earth.

"It's not a big deal."

"Right, not going to bed."

Spend a full moon, a wonderful night, because of this phrase...change the style of painting.

Snapped!

The crisp applause resounded through the deep night.

Now, the whole world is quiet.

Zi Ling's chest rises and falls violently again. When she sees someone, she still has sparks in her eyes. She has just changed her image of you. In the next moment, she will play gangsters with her grandmother. I really don't know how you have lived until now.