Eternal Gate

Chapter 1478: Motian's Secret

under the moon.

The sky above Xianzong is splendid, and there are many auspicious signs.

Zhao Yun could see it most clearly, because the wisps of splendor came from the misty rain. She sat cross-legged in the fairy pond, bathed in the cloud, and her blood and origin were quietly nirvana along with the vision.

"The saint has transformed again?"

Many disciples and elders walked up to the top of the mountain and watched from the air.

As everyone knows, the transformed person is a Taoist saint, who made the two of them have similar bloodlines? Those with shallow knowledge are extremely difficult to identify, and only the ancestors are clear, who knew the origin of the two.

"Good place."

Zhao Yun has come to the Xianchi Zhili and squatted there to study.

After seeing it, he knew that the strange power roamed in the pool. It was a power he had never seen before. It was ancient yet ethereal, magnificent yet restrained, and Misty Rain used this power to refine it.

Daoxian is really not stupid, and he sent his disciples from thousands of miles to Xianzong to meet the opportunity.

To be honest, he also wanted to go down to take a bath, and he could get some good fortune if he was not in good balance.

"Enough is enough."

Not far away, there were ethereal words.

Nai did not read the sky and was sitting in the pavilion reading ancient scrolls.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes from the Immortal Pond and stepped into the pavilion in three or two steps.

"Why do you have time to come to my Qingluan Peak?" Bu Niantian smiled.

"I want to borrow something from you." Zhao Gongzi chuckled.

"What."

"Motian pulls his fingers."

"Going to Dream Island?"

"Wait for it to help."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, this is true, Mo Tian's fingers can save the body of the flood, and Mengxian said that after saving the body of the flood, he will be free, so this is also saving the body.

It's easy to talk without reading the sky. With a flick of his hand, Mo Tian's wrench flew out from his sleeve, reflecting the dim starlight, flickering with ancient light, and sometimes trembled slightly, causing the space to distort.

"Thank you." Zhao Yun took over.

"You don't want to know, what secrets are involved in this thing?" Bu Nian Tiandao.

"Tell me about it!" Zhao Yun sighed at the wrench. After finishing the work, he wiped it with his sleeve. He hadn't seen it for a long time. The wrench was so mysterious that he wanted to see it, but he didn't have enough vision.

"There is a ray of law in it."

"The law? ... Whose law?"

"The ancestor of Xianzong Zizaitian." Bu Niantian did not hide it.

"No wonder." Zhao Yun murmured, only to understand why so many people wanted this wrench.

Anything involving the gods, the meaning is extraordinary.

"Remember to keep this thing well." Bu Niantian urged.

"People are there."

Zhao Yun sighed again, and rubbed the wrench with a bright shine.

"Three days later, the ceremony will be awarded, and you will be made a holy son. Don't run around in these two days."

"No, no."

"Go there and have a chance."

"Then I... do I need to change into a new dress?"

Zhao Yun said it seriously, and when he heard the opportunity, he was particularly energetic.

"random."

Bu Niantian got up and glanced at this guy before leaving.

She was relieved to have such an outstanding living treasure.

When she left, Zhao Yun also came out of the pavilion, holding Mo Tian's fingers in his arms, and approached the immortal pond again.

"What kind of power is this?" Zhao Yun asked.

"The power of Nirvana." Yunyan whispered softly.

"Nirvana?"

"The ancestor of Da Luo cultivated the way of Nirvana, and this immortal pond was left by him back then."

"It's my lack of knowledge."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, and really jumped into the fairy pond.

The power of Nirvana! So extraordinary, he also wanted to practice.

The weird thing is that he just got in with his front foot, and was thrown out the next second. What he really felt was the surging force of a majestic force in the pool, which was a kind of strong repelling to him.

"If you want to enter this immortal pond, you need to go to the Taixu Realm." Yunyan said slowly.

"You didn't say it sooner." Zhao Gongzi staggered, and then he stood firm.

When he was amused, Misty Rain's physique and immortal glow bloomed, and more ancient visions frequently evolved, accompanied by mysterious heavenly sounds, which should be inspired by the immortal treasures of bloodline inheritance.

"Don't bother you anymore."

Zhao Yun took one last look and turned to leave.

After descending Qingluan Mountain, he went to Jiulong Chiyuan.

Extremely dark place! Absorbing the moonlight at night, it is even more icy cold. Even when the bloodline reaches the sun like him, he can't help shivering. This is why there are so few people here, especially ordinary disciples. Can be frozen.

"The junior is here to see you."

Zhao Yun took the jug and sprinkled a piece of wine as a memorial service. Although it is not very useful, it can produce a strange power after a long time, similar to Buddhist incense and mind power.

The Barbarian King and the Yinyue King felt it, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

This is a good sign, the road to raising the spirit seems to be on the right track.

He left again, leaving behind a clone to guard here.

The Tianzi Peak in the middle of the night was not calm, and the sound of sword chants was endless.

When Zhao Yun came up, he saw Concubine Long and Xiaocai Fan arguing with swords.

Pang Daxian and the old **** stick are also there. Although they are not serious on weekdays, they are still very reliable at critical moments. They are not the masters of Long Fei and Xiaocai fans, but they are giving guidance as masters.

Zhao Yunhuan looked around for a week, but he didn't see the Lord of the Night.

It was Dapeng, who was swaggering towards him.

"It's good to learn a few tricks."

Dapeng twisted his neck fiercely, his eyes shining brightly.

After many days of retreat, he has obtained a lot of good fortune, and his combat power has also climbed to the extreme.

In this case, you can't find someone to test the water! Gotta find someone to beat.

Zhao Yun is quite suitable! The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it is harmless to be chopped a few times.

"Is it itchy?" Zhao Yun was casual, looking around when he spoke.

"It's not certain who will be beaten?" Dapeng was as fast as a man, and came to him in an instant.

The next scene is especially weird. He killed Zhao Yun in front of him, but he stood there still, like a statue with a pestle. It is not difficult to see. You can see that, after suffering the illusion, the mind was dragged into the realm of illusion.

"I'm not handsome."

"handsome."

"It's good to be handsome."

After a simple dialogue, Zhao Yun walked by like a wind.

When passing by Dapeng, he also patted Dapeng on the shoulder.

It was his light tap that made Dapeng return to his heart.

With a clear consciousness, his whole person is not well. He has extraordinary combat power and thinks that he can fight Zhao Yun for 180 rounds. He never thought that he was cleaned up by an illusion.

"It doesn't count, do it all over again." Dapeng refused to accept it and chased after him.

"It seems that your skin is itchy." Zhao Yun moved his wrist.

After suffering a loss, Dapeng has a long memory this time, protecting his eyes and pupils with mysterious power, and protecting his mind with the method of inheritance in the family, so as to isolate the illusion.

Of course, this is of no use. Zhao Gongzi fights against people, not with illusions, but with strong heritage and domineering combat power. Preventing illusions does not mean that he can be thrown down.

"Come."

Dapeng shouted loudly, and his fighting spirit was high.

And the next scene, it is a good explanation of a truth: the loudness of the howl is useless.

A certain bird's operation is as fierce as a tiger, and it deserves a lot of beatings.

Since he was very resistant to beatings, Zhao Yun didn't hold back much.

If the eternal body is not left, the picture is not ordinary bloody, the dignified Peng bird, the bloodline is comparable to that of the beast, but he was forcibly demolished the body, and the broken flesh and bones were flying all over the sky.

Concubine Long and Xiaocai Fan stopped and became loyal spectators. They were also discussing each other. They were fighting each other. Zhao Yun and Dapeng were the ones who saw blood.

The old **** stick and the fat fairy who were also present also watched with great interest. In this era, there is Zhao Yun, and many people are destined to be a foil. The Dapeng bird has a good fighting power, and it has no backhand power to be hammered.

I don't know when, the rumbling sound was annihilated.

Dapeng was beaten to the ground. Previously, his skin was itchy, but now his whole body hurts. He was lying on the ground, and he didn't move for a long time. It's good to lie on his stomach! It's safe to lie on your stomach. If someone doesn't have a good time, he will be beaten.

"It's not a big deal." The two old men said leisurely.

Dapeng also cultivated the longevity formula, which is nothing more than reshaping his body!

However, the shadow cast by Zhao Yun is not so easy to recover. It is good to face the difficulties. If it becomes a mental barrier, he will have a mental calamity in the year. It should be like this.

The war ended, and Tianzi Peak also stopped.

It was not only Dapeng who was hit, but also Concubine Long and Xiaocai fans. I was really embarrassed to discuss it again. The cultivation base is too weak, so let's wash and sleep!

Speaking of washing, the two really went to the forest together to take a bath, and they were sweating profusely, but they should not wash! When we meet frankly, maybe we will compare the size.

The most calm, Young Master Zhao, sat under the old tree again, holding Mo Tian's fingers, peeping over and over again, not thinking about what he said, there are divine laws in it, and if you can summon it, it would be good to study it.

"Junior sister actually gave him the holy relic."

"It's not surprising, it will be passed on to him sooner or later."

The two old men glanced at each other and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Zhao Yun, who is eager to learn, is conscientiously studying Motian's finger, the law of the gods. He has not yet found it, but the mysterious power above it seems to be looming in the moonlight.

Looking at it, he fell asleep in the haze.

Mo Tian's fingers were suspended in mid-air, shaking slightly from time to time.

In the dead of night, the laws of the gods hidden in it finally manifested, like a dreamy light that does not exist in reality, dyed with a touch of vicissitudes, ignoring the long river of time.

The clouds and smoke in the dream are really seen in the dream.

And the Sword Saint in Zhao Yunzi Mansion also trembled lightly for a moment.

The two wanted to wake up Zhao Yun, but the law of the gods had already entered his forehead.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had had a nightmare.

in a dream.

He saw a shadow, standing on the top of the misty peak.

It was Zizitian, and it was not the first time he had seen it, so far away that it crossed the limit of time.

Zhao Yun's mind was quite confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He only knew that the shadow on the top of the misty peak could not be missed.

"senior?"

Zhao Yun called out to Cang Miao.

For a long time, he hadn't seen that illusory figure respond to him.