Eternal Gate

Zhao Yun went out of the domain again, his eyes were shining.

The Secret Art has fully recovered, and it is even worse than before.

He suddenly had a strange idea: self-destruction of the secret art.

After abolishing and reviving, most of them still have a deeper understanding.

This idea is really strange. According to Xianjie's words, it is a pain in the ass.

Night fell, and the bright stars fell.

Zhao Yun raised his eyes subconsciously, running his mind, nourishing his fairy eyes with moonlight.

"That fantasy fairy fire, is it really so evil?" Dapeng walked around to Zhao Yun, holding a magnifying glass in his hand, stared at Zhao Yun's eyes and looked again and again. He used to be a psychic beast for Zhao Yun and knew how Zhao Yun cultivated it. The pupils, now transformed into twin fairy eyes, are full of mysterious light.

"Dream... very strange." Zhao Yunyu said earnestly.

"I don't believe it." Dapeng put a magnifying glass in his hand, and took out the jug.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, just closed his eyes lightly.

The next moment, he suddenly opened and closed again.

In the depths of his eyes, there are white flames swaying, flickering with dreamy light.

When Dapeng saw it, his demeanor of disbelief in evil instantly became dull, and his dazzling golden eyes also lost his sight in an instant. Such a posture was like a walking corpse without a soul.

In fact, he was caught in Zhao Yun's illusion.

Originally, the Dapeng people were immune to illusions, but Zhao Yun's illusions were extraordinary. It was dyed with the law of dreams, and the illusion was a dream.

"open."

After three or five seconds, I heard Dapeng snort lightly.

He broke the illusion, but was extremely amazed. With his bloodline and Taoism, he was trapped for three or five seconds in the virtual world. If he was on the battlefield, three or five seconds would be enough to destroy his body.

"It's credible." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Sure enough." Dapeng sighed.

He knew very well that Zhao Yun couldn't use all the abilities of the Dream Immortal Fire at this moment. If this guy had a little insight into the way of dreams, he wouldn't be as simple as being trapped for three or five moments.

"Let's go." Zhao Yun was the first to step forward.

Dapeng shrugged his head, and Ma Liu followed.

The place that the two of them could see was a vast ancient city.

A place where people gather! They have to sell some treasures in exchange for immortal stones for the consumption of domain gates.

The two were very cautious, they both covered a black robe, and the black robe was covered with stone powder.

"Withered the Son of God about to fight against the Holy Master Daluo, and no one was waiting for him when he arrived."

"For such a big battle, only fools will go, and there is a way to go to the Northern Wilderness to make an appointment."

"I thought that Holy Master Daluo did not dare to fight because he was afraid of withering the Son of God."

As soon as they entered the ancient city, Zhao Yun and Dapeng heard the discussion.

The bustling ancient city, the lively long street, and always shouting.

challenge?

Is there such a thing?

Zhao Yun and Dapeng looked at each other.

obviously.

There is this.

It's just that they went to Dream Island in those days and didn't know the outside world.

When you leave the Dream Island, you are basically in the domain gate passage, so how can you know about the challenge.

"As expected." Zhao Yun said with his hands in his hands.

The first true inheritance is destroyed, and the other party will not be kind.

As for the challenge of withering the Son of God, it is completely logical.

"Would you like to go back and beat that guy." Dapeng picked his ears.

"Don't go."

Zhao Yun shook his head with his hands folded, not because he was afraid of withering the Son of God, but because he didn't have the time to talk nonsense.

It's been so long, and they've gone so far, so why kill them? Thinking about it makes me feel tired. Besides, in such a big pit, unless the brain is flooded, who will jump into it stupidly.

"Hurry, hurry up, the Heavenly Character Generation Immortal Ranking has been updated again."

When the two were leaving, they heard a scream from the crowd.

When it was over, I saw those who were happy to join in the fun and rushed towards one side.

Zhao Yun and Dapeng listened to it and followed the crowd.

Going all the way, I saw a towering stone tablet with a picture scroll hanging on it.

That is the Prehistoric Immortal List. Almost every ancient city has it, and it will be updated automatically every once in a while. The list is full of names, including family background, cultivation base, and age, all of which are clearly marked. Picking one out at random would be called a heaven-defying evildoer.

"My God! How can the Batian Divine Body be ranked 12th?"

"I heard that the guy is crazy, either fighting or on his way to fight."

"The Batian lineage has been passed down to this day, and they are all powerful people, and they have not humiliated the prestige of their predecessors."

The Immortal Ranking is full of people. It's like commenting on the picture scroll. Your words and my words are noisy. Every time the Immortal Ranking is updated, it is basically the same situation, because everyone on the list is a ruthless person.

"Has your kid hung up?"

Zhao Gongzi was also there, looking at it with sigh.

How long has it been since the separation, the battle strength has been soaring!

Besides Kuang Yingjie, he also saw a familiar name: Ling Jue.

That's right, it was Fairy Wuyou's disciple who came to the Great Desolate Continent, and was listed on the Immortal Ranking. Coincidentally, he was ranked behind him. He was the 89th, and Ling Jue was the 90th.

"This immortal list... has a lot of moisture."

Dapeng took a sip of wine and told the truth.

Zhao Yun did not refute, the immortal world crouching tiger hides the dragon, there are so many people who are hidden from the world, and there are many people who have not hit the immortal list, just like the emperor's generation. .

After one last look, the two turned to leave.

As before, they all went their separate ways with treasures in their arms.

Zhao Yun, like a tourist, looked left and right along the way. There were many shops on both sides. He had to choose carefully, because he wanted to sell a lot of treasures, and all of them were expensive. If the other party couldn't afford the money, wouldn't it be embarrassing? , Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to be targeted by those with ulterior motives again.

Walking to a busy city, he turned a corner and entered an old-fashioned shop.

The owner of the shop is a little old man, probably less than one meter tall.

When he came in, the little old man was playing Tai Chi in front of the counter.

"This... is a tall man."

The thief Zhao Yun knew the goods, and at a glance, he could see that the little old man's background was very good.

It has been the same since ancient times that the transcendental energy is equal to the profound Taoism.

"Casual look."

The little old man was still playing boxing, smiling amiably.

Zhao Yun smiled politely and went to the shelves to pick and choose.

Entering other people's stores, it is necessary to walk through the scene.

Whoosh!

With a gust of cold wind, someone else walked in outside the store.

He is an old man in silver robe, a real quasi-immortal king.

Zhao Yun glanced through the gaps in the shelves, the goods were not good, they seemed to be unpleasant to anyone, fierce and ferocious, with a touch of blood in his eyes, he knew that he was the master of licking blood with the tip of a knife.

"But I haven't seen you for a long time." The little old man said something indifferent.

"I'm free today, I'll take care of your business." The old man in silver robe didn't smile.

He seemed to be really idle, really like an idle tourist, walking through the shelves. When passing Zhao Yun, he casually glanced at him. He wanted to take a peek, but Zhao Yun covered his entire body tightly. Except for those two big eyeballs, he didn't look at anything.

"about there."

With a word in Zhao Yun's heart, he turned and left.

The cutscene has passed, and it is time to get to the point.

"Zhao Yun... save me."

As soon as he started walking, he heard a faint cry for help.

He stopped abruptly, looked around subconsciously, made sure he heard it correctly, and the cry for help sounded familiar. In addition, the other party's call by name made it obvious that he was an old acquaintance without looking.

After seeing it, his eyes fell on the silver-robed old man.

The source of the cry for help just now was the silver-robed old man.

If his expectations are not bad, there is a person hidden in the purple house.