Eternal Gate

Whoosh!

When Zhao Yun exited the portal, he disappeared like a ghost.

There is absolutely no misunderstanding, it is definitely his life sword, he smells the breath.

However, he called and called again and again, but he couldn't see Long Yuan.

Moreover, Long Yuan's breath is very weak, and it seems to be absent for a few moments.

As he thought, his sword should be locked, not only sealed, but also a strange cover.

Following the faint breath, he entered a sea of ​​stars.

There are many islands in the sea, and there are many waves, hazy.

There are few people here, at least he came this way, not to mention the figure, not even a bird.

But it is such a sea of ​​stars, but there is a great universe hidden.

Look at the islands, they are all shining with dim light.

That is the position, there are big formations in the star sea, and the level is not low.

The formation method is good, but it can't stop him, and easily crossed the universe.

In the depths of the starlight, it is a small island, forming a big world by itself. From the outside, it is a blur, with the prototype of a mountain, and many visions are evolving.

"Being able to cross the great formation set up by this deity, you...you are definitely not an unknown person."

As soon as Zhao Yun's forefoot arrived, he heard the words of the ethereal, passed down from the small island, and inside it, there should be a hidden master.

"Demi-god." Zhao Yun silently opened his eyes, pushed away the clouds and mist on the island, and saw the deepest part, there was a white-haired scholar, sitting on the riverside fishing, with a natural aura.

There was a sword hanging beside the white-haired scholar, which was his Long Yuan.

As he expected, Long Yuan was locked, and a beam of purple light trapped his sword body.

In addition to his Long Yuan, he also saw an acquaintance, the disciple of both black and white: Little Fairy.

Just like Long Yuan, the little fairy was also locked, so he just wanted to be a little book boy, standing quietly behind the white-haired youth.

Zhao Yun was watching, and the white-haired scholar was also watching. After a few glances, his brows were slightly wrinkled. The man in black robe outside the island was obviously not superficial. With his half-god-level vision, he could not even see honor.

"Heavenly Secret Art...a Taoist person." The white-haired scholar said in his heart.

"I want to take that fairy and that sword." Zhao Yun said lightly.

"Junior, so arrogant."

The white-haired youth closed his eyes and fished leisurely.

As his words fell, a scorching sun rose into the sky on the island.

The sun shines in all directions, and each one is like an indestructible sword.

Zhao Gongzi didn't even look at it, and crossed the island barrier in one step.

As for the sun, it was chopped off on the spot by his random swipe of knife light.

"What a little fairy king." The white-haired scholar smiled leisurely, and performed the starry sky, which is more evil than the sun. The starlight hanging down from nine days is like a waterfall, which is extremely melting.

Boom!

In response to him, it was lightning that filled the sky, tearing apart hundreds of millions of thunders.

Okay! The stars in the sky are not easy to use, and they are ruined in pieces.

"Tian Lei Jue?" The white-haired scholar frowned.

"But there is still a fight." Zhao Yun stepped into the small bamboo forest.

This time, he did not use a cover, showing his true colors.

When the white-haired scholar saw it, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and when the little fairy saw it, she was even more stunned.

"You're still alive." The white-haired scholar finally got up.

"Well, I'm alive." Zhao Yun had already reached out, summoned Long Yuanjian, and eased his seal, destroying the purple light that encapsulates the Dusk sword body.

"Boss."

The confinement was broken, and Long Yuan's spiritual wisdom instantly returned, choked with a cry.

It has been three years, it has been in a state of confusion for three years, and it is impossible to imagine that its master is still alive.

"It's late." Zhao Yun said hoarsely, and brought the little fairy to his side.

"Are you really Zhao Yun?" The little fairy raised her face, and Ling Che's eyes were round.

"It's me." Zhao Yun flicked his sleeves and released the little fairy.

Looking at the white-haired scholar again, he had already dropped the bamboo pole and turned around to escape.

Tonight, I pretended to be a big hair, and the ghost knew that the person who came was actually the Son of Daluo.

That is a ruthless man, a ruthless man who has slaughtered gods, and he was resurrected again.

"Don't let him run away, he killed the old **** stick and the fat fairy." The little fairy shouted.

boom!

Zhao Yun's soul felt as if he had been stabbed, his body trembled violently, and a rolling suffocation suddenly appeared.

No wonder the white-clothed scholar wants to run away. It was the enemy of Xianzong, so what else is there to say.

Whoosh!

The white-haired scholar's legs and feet were numb, and he disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

"You... can you go?" Zhao Yun ordered Thunder, drowning the world.

Well!

The white-haired scholar groaned and was forced out on the spot, embarrassed.

Before he could stand firm, Zhao Yun had already killed him, and Daluo Tianshou volleyed down.

"Is the deity really afraid of you?" The white-haired scholar no longer had a leisurely attitude, showing a ferocious look. There was an aurora in his body, which was a treasure seal, which forcibly broke the five-fingered hand.

He said harsh words, but he didn't change his mind.

Zhao Yun quit his job, and the sword beam of Zhu Xian traversed the nine heavens.

puff!

The white-haired scholar bleeds on the spot, and half of his body was chopped off.

It is not over yet, after the Execution of Immortals, there is a mountain of burial coffins.

Evolved together with the coffin of the gods, is the shining throne of immortality.

Click!

The white-haired scholar couldn't resist beatings, and the remaining half of his flesh was also crushed.

Thankfully, he had the natal magic weapon to support him, otherwise Zhao Yun's blow would be enough for him to hit the road.

"Master... save me."

The white-haired scholar howled, and a sword cut out a galaxy.

The Milky Way hangs across the sky, and there is an air of gods.

Speaking of Shizun, Shizun really came, and at the moment when the Milky Way manifested, I saw a figure walking on the Milky Way.

"That's... the ancient **** of the universe?" said the little fairy.

"The enemy's road is narrow!" Zhao Yun's eyes flashed.

The ancient **** of heaven! The owner of the divine mirror of the universe, the four gods who attacked the Yizu before, just carried his divine mirror of the universe.

The so-called enemy's road is narrow, which refers to the **** battle that year.

Among the hundreds of gods who besieged him, there are also such goods.

"Eternal body?" Ancient God Putian said in surprise.

"Stay safe." Zhao Yun's words were cold and dry.

"This... how is this possible." The ancient **** of the universe who had just stepped out of the Milky Way retreated again. The god's state of mind could not hide his shock. Back then, he saw Zhao Yun's burial with his own eyes.

"Choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun."

Zhao Yun climbed to the sky in one step, and broke the Milky Way with one foot.

The ancient **** of the universe, who was still in shock, was shocked and did not stand firm.

Before he could stand firm, he had already escaped, running faster than his disciples.

hum!

Zhao Yun took out the war spear of the evil **** and smashed its heavenly cover with one blow.

With a scream, the ancient **** Putian fell into the sky, and the whole person was stunned.

Without the natal body protector, it doesn't feel good to be hit by this stick.

As for the natal weapon, he still wonders, some people don't change things when they borrow them?

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun killed him, and without saying a word of nonsense, he swung his spear and smashed it.

"Damn...the Emperor's Divine Soldier." The Ancient God Putian was in a state of mind and ran away.

"Come back." Zhao Yun snorted softly, and changed positions with him.