Eternal Gate

Back to the ancient tomb, Zhao Yun went straight to the arch bridge and floated into the abyss with a hanging symbol.

Qianzhangfu is like a magnet. No matter whether it is a person or a thing, it will be imprisoned when it enters that range. Whether it is restraint or suction, it is an auxiliary. It is an auxiliary for the battle spear lore. He was in the underground palace before. This is a very good example. The people of the corpse clan have the corpse puppets to block their guns. If ordinary martial arts, even the Tibetan realm will be bombed all over the sky.

As for him, it was Tianwu's overbearing aura... that made him survive.

As he spoke, he had fallen to the bottom of the abyss, and the mechanism was damaged, but the lingering power of Qianzhang Talisman still remained, and there was some suction and binding power, but as far as he was concerned, it was completely negligible.

Standing on the Qianzhang Fu, he looked and looked again.

Saying it is a talisman, it is better to say that it is a striped road carved on the ground, according to a certain formation combination, and these thousand-zhang talisman are arranged according to the nine palaces and eight trigrams, and the truth is like a paper spell, each striped road is outlined , There are quite a lot of attention, it is to give true essence, which stripe road needs to be injected with true essence, and how much it needs to be injected, all have harsh requirements.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

He stopped and walked, still holding a non-character book in his hand, and holding a pen in one hand. He was copying the lines and rubbing them one by one, taking them back and studying them, and most of them could be made.

The click sound is endless.

He is multitasking and never forgets to train wherever he goes.

Especially after opening the Dan Sea, he was even more exhausted. There is no way, Dan Hai's true essence is too surging. Once the combat power is fully deployed, his small body is afraid that it will not be able to support such a majestic strength.

When he reached one place, he took the body of the blood-robed youth into the Lord of the Rings and continued to copy.

In this way, it took him a full day to copy the lines and grind them quietly. During this time, he took the yellow symbols and tried to portray them. There were many weird things, and when he painted, the yellow symbols burst.

He once thought that it should be the talisman paper that draws talisman, and it can't hold up the lines of thousands of talisman.

Or, Qianzhangfu is too domineering, and only the thick earth can hold it.

He also tried to portray on the ground, but it’s just as difficult to succeed. It’s because there are too many lines on the thousand-zhang rune. If any one of the drawing is wrong, any one of the instilled true elements is wrong, it may invalidate this rune. Therefore, it will take many days to try. , Like walking through a maze, no one to guide him, he can only explore on his own. He has a know-it-all, but in retreat, God knows when he woke up.

In this way, everything depends on yourself.

He left on the third day, walking through the tomb maze.

Before, I couldn't get out even if I walked.

Now, the underground palace is broken, and many mysteries have been exposed, and finally found out the clues, that the right way, he was sighed, he has walked many times, but he dropped the chain in the middle.

There are too many forks, and one wrong one is a wrong one.

Ok?

As soon as he came out, Zhao Yun smelled a **** aura, floating over from the village.

Tonight, it was a miserable night. When he returned to the village, what he saw was bloody: many stone houses had collapsed, the ground was full of corpses, children were nailed to the wall, farmers had their heads beheaded, too many The clothes of the village women were torn, it is not difficult to imagine that they were killed by rape.

Zhao Yun's face was pale and remained silent.

Even though I have been on the battlefield, I have seen a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and after watching this scene, I can't help shaking my hands, unable to suppress the cold murderous intent, they are all ordinary people, who is so cruel.

"young people."

In the bitter cold wind, there was a hoarse and faint call.

Zhao Yun looked back, there were still people alive.

It was the old village chief who was hung from a tree, covered in blood.

Zhao Yun rushed to the wind, put it down, and poured wisps of true essence into it. Unfortunately, it didn’t help. It’s not true that he was still alive. This old man covered in blood... is dead. He can talk now. Perseverance was supporting him, and suffocated his last breath in the flashback.

"who is it."

"Black... Wolf Mountain."

The old village chief was exhausted when he said something. He should have waited for Zhao Yun and waited until the lamp ran out, just to say these three words before he died. He didn't know where Black Wolf Mountain was, but from the robbers. He heard that he was hung from a tree, watching the lively little dolls nailed to the wall with his own eyes, and also watching the farmers with their heads beheaded.

This is hate... and blood debt.

It is this obsession that has supported him to live till now.

After finishing the three words, he finally closed his eyes.

"You will not be alone on Huangquan Road," Zhao Yun said softly, feeling guilty.

If one day earlier, there would be no such tragedy.

Reflecting in the moonlight, he dug a large hole in the deep mountains, buried the people of a village, and set up a tombstone with the words "Shanhe Villagers" written on it. This small village is called Shanhe Village.

In the same moonlight, he drifted away.

My father once said that the grace of dripping water should be repaid by springs.

Whether it's revenge or gratitude, he will go to the Black Wolf Mountain.

Quack!

Dapeng spread his wings and flew high, carrying Zhao Yun all the way north. He was unfamiliar with the place of his life, so he had to ask someone to ask where Black Wolf Mountain was and what his name was. After I found out, I gave him a nest. .

The barren mountains and ridges are uninhabited.

There were many rainbows in the air, one mount, three or two elders, plus one junior, all covered in a black robe. Zhao Yun didn't come forward to ask, and at first glance, he knew that he was going to the Tianzong to participate in the assessment. Looking at this journey, it is obvious that he is not a local, and the question is for nothing.

It was almost dawn before he stopped in front of a small ancient town.

The ancient town is not a small town, but it can be regarded as a small town. In the early morning, the gate of the city is full of people. There are many hunters and mercenaries. They are all sturdy and fierce. Besides, there are people with darts who yell together. Authentic, the rest are small vendors who sell everything.

"Junior, I don't want calligraphy and painting."

Everywhere there are many people, there are always people who come to peddle treasures, such as this one, who has grabbed Zhao Yun, is a thin old man with a proper mustache, and carries a book basket, which is all calligraphy and painting, I don’t know. Most of them thought this was an old talent who had not been in high school for many years.

"You know where Black Dragon Mountain is."

Zhao Yun is not nonsense, nor in the mood to buy calligraphy and painting.

"Come, look at that."

The eight-character Hu dragged Zhao Yun and pointed to the plaque on the city gate.

Zhao Yun then looked up, and the words on the plaque were vigorous and powerful: Heilongshan.

"This... is Black Dragon Mountain?"

Zhao Yun frowned slightly, thinking that Heilongshan was a robber den? In the end, it turned out to be the name of a small town, a good old town, called Heilongshan, what name is it!

"The newly released calligraphy and painting, keep you satisfied."

The horoscope is nonsense, and a set of calligraphy and painting has been spread out, and it is sneaky.

Zhao Yun glanced randomly.

Where is the calligraphy and painting, it is clearly the Chungong. If he expected it to be true, most of the calligraphy and paintings in the eight-character Hushu basket are also of this kind, and they are peddled at the city gate early in the morning.

"One hundred taels, it's not expensive, come one?"

The eight-character Hu closed the calligraphy and painting, winking, and smiling rather wretched.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, and raised his foot into the town. Before he left, he glanced at the plaque on the city gate. The old village chief mentioned Heilong Mountain. He was definitely not aimless. The villagers must have something to do with this town. It's a group of robbers who ran away to sell the stolen goods, and they were their nest.

The age of occupying the mountain as king is over, lest it become a living target of the government.

It is entirely possible to hide in a small town.

The small town in the early morning is very lively, with constant shouts and chants.

Zhao Yun walked quietly, watching the four directions, listening to all directions, maybe he could hear some useful things, of course, all the way, what he heard were trivial things, whose sow has given birth, which one The girl Shuiling, half a street walked by, did not see any useful news.

As he was walking, someone hit him and hurried past.

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and pulled him back again. He was a man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyes were a bit abnormal. Only after seeing it, he had a pair of straight cross-eyed eyes.

"Tell me to do something." The man screamed.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense, and leaned into his arms with one hand and took out a piece of jade pendant. It was his. Ben was hung around his waist. He was just stolen by the goods. This is a thief.

"Ah, why did your things run away?" the cross-eyed thief said in surprise.

Without a word, Zhao Yun turned and entered a pub.

In the tavern, there was someone he wanted to find, and just a moment later, he heard what he wanted to hear.

"Almost planted."

Behind him, the cross-eyed thief ran away called a quick one.

Here, Zhao Yun has searched for a table by the window. The person who is looking for is not far from him. They are two big men, one with beard and one bald thief. The drink is rising. Wu Xiu is undoubtedly, and the cultivation base is not weak, the bald head is already in the Xuanyang realm.

"When you came back last night, you made another vote!" The bald man smiled.

"A poor village, it's called Shanhe, the boss led the team, and he didn't get any oily water." The man with a beard filled a bowl of wine, and when he put down the bowl, there was more lewdness in his laughter. "Poor is a little bit poor, but there is a woman who is still a bit of a taste, but the temper is too strong, I bite his tongue before he is happy."

"Next time there is such a good thing, call me."

The two chatted happily, maybe they were drinking too much, and there was more violence in their eyes.

Zhao Yun listened quite earnestly, and only quietly took a sip of the wine. There was a cold light in the drink. It was basically determined that the bearded man was one of the slaughter villages, but he was not in a hurry. He was a group of people. Then tidy up together.

Those two are really good for drinking.

When night fell, they got up and walked away staggeringly.

Zhao Yun put a piece of broken silver on the table and followed silently. For a moment, he couldn't help killing people in the street, but he still endured it, found the old nest, and took it.

Ahead, the two drunk big men seemed unaware.

After turning a few turns, the two went straight to a mansion.

The mansion is huge, and the plaque last week's mansion is dazzling just looking at it. It is obviously a big door, maybe a rich man. The two stone lions at the door are extraordinary bluffs.

"Where did you go, the boss is looking for you?"

Seeing them from a long distance, the mansion guard scolded.

"Eat a few more glasses."

The big bearded man smiled with the big bald man, and hurriedly resolved his drunkenness. Before entering the mansion, he didn't forget to adjust his clothes. Then he bit his head and walked in. In their opinion, seeing the boss, it was inevitable to have a bad curse.

"What a Zhou Mansion, what a boss."

In a corner of the dark street, Zhao Yun said cold words.

That mansion was not as harmonious as it was on the surface. It was definitely a nest of robbers. The boss of the guard just now must be the leader of the robbers and the chief culprit of the slaughterhouse.