Eternal Gate

"Cool not."

Zhao Yun casually threw the pants of the Saint Child of the Demon Temple, carrying only a small purple purse, and was immersed in the inventory? The purse belongs to the Son of the Demon Temple. Just now, when he undressed someone, he stole the purse and carried it heavy in his hands, quite weighty.

Otherwise, the one-line saint is rich.

Although the purse is not big, it has a special space inside it. It is as big as a water tank. There are piles of silver bills next to each other. There are also pills, spiritual liquids, charms, and elixirs, all in a small number.

Except for the purse, it is the pendant on the other party.

Such as jade pendants and pendants, the whole set was unloaded.

"Tsk tusk." Zhao Yun continued to tusk.

The art of stealing immortals is really a good secret.

With this specialty, I am not afraid to travel all over the world.

"Ji Hen." The demon hall holy son howled angrily.

Zhao Yun is in a good mood. He is very angry. The ghost knows what method Zhao Yun used. Except for the black magic armor, everything else on his body is considered the same. All of them were stolen by the other party. Never encountered such a silly thing.

Is it possible that the thief has become fine?

"loss."

Zhao Yun didn't pay attention to the Son of Demon Temple, and was feeling distressed.

I had known that stealing immortality was so good. The people I met before, such as Yuanshang, Xiaorihei, the corpse tribe, and the demon mountain holy son, should have been stolen by them. They all have good identities, or they are holy sons. Either he is a prince, he must be rich, and together, he is a considerable wealth.

"I kill you."

The Son of the Demon Temple was furious and swept the Demon Sha to attack.

Zhao Yun disapproved of it, rolled his sleeves and pushed his head up.

boom! boom!

After the silence, the riverside roared again, a demon temple saint child, a Tianzong disciple, neither defended, one east and the other west, opened the occult blast, sword light, sword light, fist shadow, palm print... Overwhelmingly, every time there is a hard regret, there will be fires and halos spreading.

The already calm lake, because of the halo, set off stormy waves, the devil in it, one by one, is very safe, stronger than the mysterious tortoise devil, and they are all honest.

Both of these are ruthless characters.

So, it’s safe to hide below.

puff! puff!

Amid the rumbling, there was blood everywhere.

All are Zhao Yun's blood.

The Saint Child of the Demon Temple has a black magic armor body, and he also has support. The Ten Thousand Laws Longevity Secret Art works extremely well, and the scars heal one by one. He can't break the defense of the Saint Child of the Demon Temple, and the opponent can't defeat him.

Over time.

The Son of Demon Temple can't hold it anymore.

The explosion of the secret technique is really too expensive. His tumbling evil spirit has been annihilated a lot. Every time he plays a secret technique, he will be a little depressed, and the look in Zhao Yun's eyes is incredible, this Small things, is true essence infinite? After fighting for so long, the qi and blood were not depressed, but burned like a fire, like a ball of flames, full of blood, and the fighting became fiercer.

Look at Zhao Yun, it's not hard work.

During the battle, his eyes turned up and down, looking at the Black Demon Armor, but they didn't believe it. Is it really an absolute defense? He stripped off the opponent's clothes, just to study the armor.

Don't say, take off the clothes, it is indeed clearer.

He exhausted his eyesight, scanning inch by inch.

Huang Tian paid his attention and asked him to find a trace of the door. On the left shoulder of the Saint Child of the Demon Temple, at first glance, there is no shortage. In fact, there is a thin crack on it, which is covered by an ancient tiger pattern. Look, I really can't find it. This is under the premise of having a heavenly eye, if there is no special eye pupil, no super high vision, even if it is placed there, there is no clue.

"I'll just say it!"

Zhao Yun smiled, and the laughing thief was happy.

If there are flaws, it will be easier to handle.

boom!

The Son of the Demon Temple attacked extremely fiercely, and once again killed.

This time, Zhao Yun didn't step forward, and flew behind him for the first time.

"Where to go."

The Son of the Demon Temple kept chasing him, his eyes were extremely scarlet.

Don't care if you can kill Ji Hen or not, you have to get the money bag back.

"Don't worry, I will give you a big move later."

Zhao Yun sneered in his heart. He had already moved his mind, and he formed a series of avatars in the four directions. The avatars stood on the ground, transformed the sword with the true essence, and absorbed the strength as much as possible. After only a moment, the sword power and sword intent were blessed in the deity. Body.

"Go into this, there is no way for you to survive."

The holy son of the Demon Temple screamed, Zhao Yun flew all the way, making him more energetic and full of confidence, thinking that Zhao Yun could not hold it, so he had to work harder and beat Ji Hen to ashes.

boom!

He stamped out a huge boulder with one foot and turned over Zhao Yun with one palm.

In the inverted flight, Zhao Yun threw out a piece of flying knives. On each of the flying knives, there were thunder light charms, and they were exploded. The thunder light exploded, and they became a piece of the Demon Temple. The two eyes dazzled on the spot cast gold stars.

For a brief moment, Zhao Yun has landed.

"Feng Lei Jue: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One."

With this violent shout, his domineering side leaked, all the clones disappeared in an instant, and the gathered power was blessed on him, as well as the sky thunder, Taiyin Zhenqi, and Xuanhuang Qi, and they also bless Long Yuan.

Zheng!

It is another pinnacle sword, destroying the dead.

Here, the Son of Demon Temple restores clarity.

Seeing Zhao Yun Yijian, he sneered.

With the black magic armor body, the opponent can't break his defense.

"That's hard to say." Zhao Yun grinned.

His body was shocked, and he was killed in an instant, aiming at the crack.

puff!

Blood suddenly appeared, and the left shoulder of the Demon Temple Saint Son was pierced by a sword.

"This....."

The Saint Child of the Demon Temple has a dumb face, his eyes are prominent, and his pupils are also tightened. It is incredible, this is the black magic armor! The armor that the Immortal Demon Lord personally sacrificed was actually broken by a Xuanyang Realm. How dare he believe it, obviously, he didn't know the flaws in the Black Demon armor beforehand.

"Those who can be the Son of God are all talents."

Zhao Yun sighed, his strongest sword failed to kill the demon temple son.

This shows how strong the opponent's background is. Even without the black magic armor, his own combat power can still be ranked. If the basalt black magic armor has no flaws, he really has nothing to do with the opponent.

what....!

There was a surge of magic power in the Saint Child Body of the Demon Temple, which overturned Zhao Yun.

After a 10,000 swords, it feels not so good.

Like him, the coughing up blood and the sword intent of Feng Lei Jue had already penetrated into his physique, and he was making chaos. With his current state of serious injury, it was impossible to get rid of it, and even a trace of his foundation was damaged.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and fled.

But you can't fight anymore, you will kill yourself if you fight again.

"Hurry home to marry a wife?"

Zhao Yun aimed at the opponent's wounds and used the instant lore.

The blood light exploded again, and the Saint Child of the Demon Temple, who could not escape by seven or eight feet, had his arms removed on the spot. The cold and hard black magic armor had only one crack before, but now, half of it has been torn off.

So far, the myth of absolute defense has been completely broken.

It is broken, the prohibition is broken, and absolute defense is no longer possible.

what....!

The Son of the Demon Temple roared, completely fierce.

He opened three forbidden techniques in an instant, and terrible magic power broke out.

puff!

Zhao Yun, who was preparing to make up his knife, was shocked and bloody.

After getting a chance to breathe, the Son of the Demon Temple flees desperately.

"Want to go?"

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan in his hand and kept chasing him.

The mountains and forests under the dim cage were chased by the roar again. The Son of the Demon Temple fled all the way, while Zhao Yun chased all the way and beat it all the way. It was rare to catch a sick cat, and he didn't hit the hammer.

"help me."

The holy son of the Demon Temple hissed, hysterically calling for help.

In his magic hall, he was not the only one who came in, but there were also many helpers, but because of the change of heaven and earth, they were separated everywhere. At this time, if a teammate is nearby, he can be killed to rescue him.

"This voice..."

"The Son of the Demon Temple?"

"Hunted?"

There are indeed people nearby, who are coming by listening.

They were especially surprised when they heard who it was.

That's the Son of the Demon Temple! Wearing basalt black magic armor, absolute defense, apart from the demon palace holy child demon chief, who can break his defense, or it is the demon chief who chases the demon temple holy child?

There is another possibility, that is the devil in the ruins, the devil of the quasi-heaven level.

But this possibility is almost zero.

The Demon Temple is a line of inheritance of the Demon Realm, and has a deep origin since ancient times. The demons in the Demon Realm ruins will not attack the Demon Temple. Compared with this guess, the demon leader is more likely.

"interesting."

On the lofty peak, a man in black robes stood leisurely.

His body is brave, and his eyes are deep. Although he has taken away his breath, he still has the evil spirits leaking out. His devilish energy, exceptionally tyrannical, is very heavy. If you listen carefully, it seems that you can still come from him. Hear the roars and the sound, it should be a tiger roar.

More precisely, it is too fierce.

That's right, he is the son of the magic palace: Mo Kui.

"Except for you, Saint Son, who else can break the black magic armor at the ruins." Behind Mo Kui, a purple-robed youth said, holding a telescope, looking at the forest with all his might.

"That's why it's interesting."

The corners of Mo Kui's mouth were slightly raised, and he was also playful.

Among his peers, Concubine Long can be called his opponent. For a long time, Concubine Long Xia was the only one in his opponent list. As for the others! Whether it is the saints of the various families or the evildoers of the Tianzong, no one can do it.

He really has been in retreat for too long.

I don't know that another talent has appeared in this world.

boom! boom!

The dim mountains and forests roared endlessly.

The Son of Demon Temple is still at large, Zhao Yun is still chasing, chasing all the way, there is a roar everywhere, a good mountain, because of the chase and killing of the two of them, it is chaotic.

"There are so many people here!" Zhao Yun murmured.

He is barefoot, can sense the vibration of the earth through the earth spirit curse, and people are coming from all directions, and his strength is good.

This is not good news.

Blame, blame, he has too many enemies, if he is surrounded, it will be another group fight.

Thinking of this, his speed soared, and his attack was overwhelming.

Someone is miserable, bloody.

When I went to look again, it seemed that the human figure had been hammered away.

"Do you really want to die?"

The Son of the Demon Temple was forced to go crazy and hissed again.

The one who responded to him was Zhao Yun's Zhuxian Jue, almost smashing it. It's all here, there is still room for maneuver? Let you go? After it's done, come back to me and seek revenge?

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself.

This truth has been true since ancient times.

"Boss, come on, she can't hold it anymore."

As Zhao Yun swung his sword, the clone shouted.

Zhao Yun hurriedly connected the avatar's sight.

When I entered the eyes, I saw a blood-colored beautiful figure, it was Chu Wushuang, and I didn't know how far she was from here, but she was in a very bad situation. She was besieged by more than a dozen blood-clothed gates, and there was a sign of destruction.