Eternal Gate

night.

The thunder and lightning dissipated, and the broken world finally returned to peace.

Zhao Yun sat under the tree, running the longevity formula again and again.

Xi Ling and the others were standing not far away.

No one dares to approach, and no one can approach.

"Is that an immortal?" The juniors of the dart team were all in a horrified mood. They had really seen Zhao Yun's great tricks. Not to mention other things, they said that the thunder in the sky, ordinary people would not be able to play.

Just say it! The person that my aunt has waited for more than a hundred years is not an ordinary person.

Xi Ling was silent, only her jade hands clasped tightly, and her worried expression was revealed.

Although she didn't know what that purple fairy energy was, she knew that it was extremely terrifying.

Well!

Zhao Yun groaned, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his body was still cracking.

It really does not lose the spirit of Hongmeng, but it is not ordinary, and the majestic power is more domineering than the other.

In the past, the Great Demon King collided at his gate of eternity without such strength.

Fortunately, he is no longer what he used to be, and he can completely withstand the commotion of Hongmeng.

I don't know when, he suppressed the aura of Hongmeng.

As a result, he almost exhausted his energy and fell asleep exhausted.

At this point, Xi Ling and other talents stepped forward.

Seeing that Zhao Yun was okay, the old man waved his hand gently.

A group of juniors were quite discerning, retreated silently, walked a long way, and did not forget to look back.

"Look at it."

The old man carried a leather whip and urged them one by one.

Xi Ling squatted down and reached out her hand carefully, also carefully, brushing away Zhao Yun's long hair that covered her face, staring quietly, her beautiful eyes were hazy, and she was fascinated.

She is not Qin Mengyao, but she did the same thing as Qin Mengyao.

Cuddling with each other, that touch of tenderness is her most charming Yan Ran.

"In the future... do I have to call him uncle?"

The juniors gathered together, showing half of their heads on the top of the hill.

Regardless of their cultivation level, they are a good match when they sit together.

"Another cabbage." What the punisher saw, that was another scene.

"Call me what to do." The Underworld God woke up and stretched his waist fiercely.

The sanctioner said nothing, and sent Zhao Yun's picture into the underworld.

"This... how is this possible." Underworld God was stunned when he saw that Zhao Yun was still alive?

The candle was empty, so he simply put his hand in his hands, found a big tree, and also fell asleep. No matter how the **** of the underworld called, he did not respond. I told you before that you should not, but now! I'm tired, and I don't care about you.

The face of the **** of the underworld is dark, and everyone who sells the secret should be pulled out XX.

His face was black and his face was black, he was extremely frightened and extremely doubtful.

Back then, there were more than 100 gods! How did the kid survive.

"When the Moon God left... I entrusted me with a treasure." The Underworld God spoke lingeringly.

Hearing this, Zhu Kong opened his eyes again, and looked at the underworld with a gleam of light, "What kind of treasure is it."

Okay! ... It doesn't matter if you change the **** of the underworld.

The moonlight is just right, and it's just right to take a nap.

This night, the mortal sanctioner couldn't sleep.

The treasure of the moon god! He really wants to see where!

The night was still so quiet and cool.

Zhao Yun had a dream, dreaming that Ye Dashao was missing.

According to the words of Emperor Hades, for many, many years in the future, you will dream of the guy named Ye, the emperor's way of karma involves cause and effect, and it is necessary to have a dream every three or five years.

"Ye Chen."

With a sudden call, Zhao Yun sat up abruptly.

It's a nightmare, dreaming that my good brother was arched by a pig.

After shaking Shen'er, I saw Xi Ling sorting out her clothes.

Someone woke up suddenly, she was caught off guard, she had to find something to cover up the embarrassment, it happened that there was a lot of dust on her body.

"I, how long have I slept." Zhao Yun rubbed his eyebrows, not knowing where to go.

"No more, no less, three days." Xi Ling said, with a hint of red light on her cheeks.

"On the way."

Zhao Yun turned over and jumped up, and glanced at the gate of eternity with his eyes.

The aura of Hongmeng was very restless, and he even put the turbulent and rolling collision.

This is not a long-term solution. If you have time, talk to the sanctioner.

Under the moonlight, everyone went all the way to the north. Because of the Immortal King Sunset and the terrifying Hongmeng Purple Qi, Xi Ling and the others had nothing left in this trip. When they reached the end of the trip, they had to accompany them for money.

Ahead, a city has come into view.

That is the ancient city of Mingyue. There is a green building in the city called Drunk Dream.

The incarnation of Bu Niantian, Mengdie, was the top card of Drunk Dream Building in the past.

Back then, in order to send her back to her hometown, Zhao Yun was chased and killed all the way.

When he came back to his old place, Zhao Yun would inevitably think of Bu Niantian, wondering if he was okay.

"I... want to become immortal."

At the corner of the street, Xi Ling said suddenly.

In fact, she doesn't care about becoming an immortal or not. What she thinks about is the person by her side. She has traveled more than 100 years before she meets once, how many centuries in her life, rather than waiting, she prefers to be silent. Follow, even if it's just a little maid.

"Immortal world... is far from being as beautiful as you think." Zhao Yun said.

"I'll go too." There was a lot of sincere light in Xi Ling's eyes.

"So, I'll pick you up in a hundred years." Zhao Yun raised his head and took a sip of wine.

In the chaotic world, wherever he goes, he is an enemy. He doesn't want Xi Ling to go to the fairy world to die. The reason why he said that after a hundred years is nothing more than a time limit. He is confident that he can form a... The powerful force and inheritance based on the fairyland.

"it is good."

Xi Ling smiled sweetly, and the sincere light in her eyes became firmer.

Zhao Yun is gone, just like the time that has faded away.

When he reappeared, it was already a dark abyss.

At the bottom of the abyss, there is a small incense burner, still burning musk.

In addition, it is a tablet, whose tablet is it? ... of immortals.

As for musk, most of them were left behind without Niantian, who sent avatars down to worship.

"Senior... May you always be alive." Zhao Yun bowed his hands.

Back then, he was here, inheriting the secret method of the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity.

Now that I come back again, I can't tell the emotion that I stopped and went for many years.

Um?

Just when he got up, Zhao Yun felt a strange fluctuation.

After narrowing his eyes, he realized where the strange fluctuations came from. It was the wisps of flying musk. If you didn't read it wrong, there was a trace of remnant soul hidden in the smoke, a very faint kind.

"Longevity Immortal?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but stunned.

That's right, it's the remnant of the immortal longevity, he can recognize it.

It's really weird. The immortals of longevity have been buried for so many years. Where did this remnant of the soul come from, or is it that the immortals of immortality were not completely dead back then, so they had to pray to the sky and raise their souls?

This was a surprise, and he took the musk and the incense burner away.

He climbed to the top of the mountain, suspended the incense burner, and let the stars and moonlight nourish it.

Looking at it this time, the trace of the remnant of the smoke is clearer than before.

"There is a play."

Zhao Yun took an ancient lantern and hid the remnant soul of the immortal immortal in it.

Then, a ray of his Primordial Spirit power wrapped the entire ancient lantern.

The candle lit up, and the dim flame was the soul of the immortal immortal. This is the method of raising the soul, and it can raise the soul. Chu Wushuang back then returned to the world by this method.

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