Eternal Gate

"Posted."

Zhao Yun ran wildly all the way, like a wild horse running off the reins.

The little magic box he was thinking about, finally got it, can he not be happy?

Thinking back to the suffering and hardship of more than 100 years at this moment, even if the cultivation resources are exhausted, it is worth it. The ability and potential of the Heavenly Demon Realm are priceless.

"Life is like a play...it's all about acting."

Not only the Juggernaut, but even the Demon King commented like this.

They were spectators, and they watched Zhao Yun turn the magic box over with their own eyes, what a kind person! I am afraid that my brain is flooded, and I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but I have followed the way of the younger generation.

"When you are free, I will refine you." Zhao Yun glanced at the magic box.

This thing is good everywhere, but it is troublesome and time-consuming to unlock.

If he refines it, he will use it at his fingertips. He thinks of his great calamity, most of which can break the brand on the magic box. My own brand, a single thought is enough when I open it again.

He closed his eyes from the eternal world, and he slowly slowed down.

He is already in the Void Realm, and he can vaguely perceive many channels.

What channel? ... The passages to the mortal world can be sent into the world by incarnations, or the deity can be in the lower realm, but those passages can only be vaguely perceived, and what is seen is only a blur.

He was very puzzled, then opened his eyes, looked at the sword saint who was indulging in his purple mansion, and asked for advice humbly, "Senior, I have advanced too much, but why can't I see the passage to the world."

"You haven't crossed the robbery yet." The Sword Saint said leisurely.

"So it is." Zhao Gongzi muttered.

If he hasn't crossed the calamity, then he is not the real Void Realm.

He had an urge to stand up for the calamity, and then sent his incarnation down to the world, including the Red Dust Road, the Daotian Bureau and the Huntian Demon Realm. He has been away from his hometown for more than 300 years. He really misses home. Mountains and rivers, he has dreamed countless times.

After thinking for a long time, he still forcibly suppressed the impulse.

The Taixu Tribulation is about to cross, but he has to choose a good time.

The so-called good timing, the best is the big scene where the enemies get together.

"Hurry up, the monuments are fighting again."

"Or the Tyrannical Divine Body... and that Ling Jue?"

"It's not nonsense! It's been a lot of fun in the past few days."

As Zhao Yun was leaving, he heard loud noises from all directions.

Looking up to the sky to see it, you will see many immortal rainbows passing by, all of them rushing to the ancient monuments. Of course, they are not rushing to go inside to practice enlightenment, but to watch the lively event.

"This... how embarrassing."

Zhao Yun was wearing a black robe and walked through the forest like a giant.

Just now I was still thinking about the big scene, isn't it coming! There are so many enemies gathered in the ancient ruins, and they were struck by lightning. It was the most appropriate, he liked lively scenes.

Gone.

While running, he once took a look inside his body.

I still remember that when I left the small garden that day, I was planted with a mark by an unscrupulous person. This time, it has disappeared. That’s right. For more than 100 years in the demon world, the mark is probably already decayed. Throat, there will be a lot of enemies to kill.

"Hold on."

With a word in Zhao Yun's heart, he quickened his speed.

After crossing a mountain, you can vaguely see a giant gate that lifts the sky.

That is the entrance to the historic site. Not everyone is eligible to enter. It has to be a famous person on the immortal list, and there must be a divine decree. Of course, if there is no time limit on the divine decree, it is also impossible to enter the historic site.

When Zhao Yun arrived, there were already people moving in front of the door, there were seniors and juniors, some were cultivators and some were outliers, some came out, and some went in, but compared to the two, there were still more people going in.

Hurry up to watch the fun! Most have this idea.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun didn't talk much nonsense, holding the decree of the gods, like a light flying in.

After crossing the giant gate, there is another scene in front of you. There are many mountains, long rivers, clouds and mists, and colorful clouds. The big summer is even wider.

"Hanging the word "God" is really extraordinary."

Zhao Yunhuan looked at the four directions, and then looked up at nothingness.

There is a universe in the historic site, the vicissitudes are far away, and the mysterious sound of the avenue is like an ancient fairy song, resounding endlessly.

It's no wonder that people in the world want to come in when they break their scalps. This is a holy place for cultivation! If you practice with Daoyin all day long, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Any epiphany will be created by chance.

boom! boom!

The deep roar interrupted Zhao Yun's thoughts.

Zhao Yun panicked and went straight to that direction.

As Kuang Yingjie said, there is a suppression of cultivation here, and he was in the imaginary realm, but he was suppressed to the realm of immortals. Look at other people, even the peak immortal king.

"kill."

"Catch me alive."

Before reaching that world, I heard howls and howls.

Looking away, it was a chaotic place, with nothingness, lightning and thunder, and the form of secret techniques, such as swords, swords, palms and fists... It was also full of sky, and the battle was in full swing.

Such a big scene, there is no shortage of spectators.

Looking at the top of the square, there are people standing there, each with a memory spar, and his eyes are not good.

With the rumbling sound, Zhao Yun landed on the top of a mountain.

From here, you can see a giant, wielding a big sword, slashing indiscriminately.

That is the mad Yingjie of Kaiba, who is really brave, every time a knife is cut, there will be a large number of people bleeding, and even the shadow of Wu Yang, he can't hold him down.

Ling Juezi was also present, holding the Bloody Immortal Sword, fighting to the point of madness.

Looking at the two who besieged him, Zhao Yun couldn't help sighing when he saw it. In addition to the Taiqing Palace, the Rakshasa Palace, the Fallen World's Yellow Spring, and the Jiuyou Purgatory, there were actually people from the eight holy places.

In addition, there are some mysterious powerhouses, most of which are their alliances or affiliated forces. Just here, there are still people slaughtering them from all directions, and the battle is huge.

"With so many people, they can't win two juniors."

"It's all immortal realm, and the cultivation realm is not dominant."

"The old man is very curious, where did the eternal body go."

In a place where people and shadows gather, discussions are inevitable.

In addition to the discussion, the spectators from all directions did not forget to look around at Zhou Tian, ​​as if they were looking for someone, who should they be looking for? ...Looking for the Holy Son of Daluo, such a lively scene, why can't you see Zhao Yunle! With that kind of character, good friends were besieged and killed, and they should have been killed earlier.

Yes! ...where did you run off to?

The mad Yingjie of the war has scolded him more than once.

This time there was too much movement, and he couldn't hold the scene.

Isn't this coming!

Zhao Yun ran the Heavenly Thunder Art of Absolute Beginning.

Void thunder exploded, and billions of lightning tore apart.

Seeing it, all the spectators came to the spirit. It was the Heavenly Thunder Secret Art of the Absolute Beginning. The entire Shenming Island knew that the Holy Son of Daluo knew the secret method of the Thunder God's lineage, and the Eternal Body must be present.

"Zhao Yun... I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The tidal enemies all showed wicked smiles.

On the other hand, Ling Jue and Kuang Ying Jue are full of energy. Although there is only one reinforcement, they are comparable to thousands of troops. Look at these hundreds of millions of thunder and lightning, ordinary people cannot summon them.

Roar!

The thundering unicorns all over the sky came from nothingness.

Following it, there is a thunder sword like a rain of light.

The great killing technique of group attack, that piece of heaven and earth is indiscriminately attacked.

The spectators were trembling, and subconsciously retreated very far. Zhao Yun's thunder was not an ordinary thunder, but one that carried Tianwei.

After all... the ancient monuments suppressed the cultivation base.

They are all in fairyland, and being struck by lightning will hurt a lot.

The Thunder Qilin was the first to kill, knocking Wu Yangyang's enemy into a head-turner. Before they could stand firm, the Thunder Sword arrived, and each one carried the might of the heavens, destroying the dead, not to mention the juniors, even the elders with strong background, The blood and bones that were all chopped off.

"Nice job."

Crazy Yingjie, who was originally fighting and retreating, took out a knife and went out.

And Ling Jue, with white hair stained with blood, also killed a carbine.

"What a big scene!"

The spectators clicked their tongues, and they retreated again and again.

The thunder and lightning of the eternal body are too fierce, so don't stray too far.

what...!

The screams on the battlefield are more mournful than the howls of evil spirits.

It doesn't matter Zhao Yun's tactic of Heavenly Thunder at the beginning of the world, he stunned that piece of heaven and earth and beat him with blood. I don't know how many people were trampled by the unicorn, and I don't know how many people were smashed by the Thunder Sword.

"Tips for carving insects."

The cold shout suddenly came from an old man in a python robe.

That was the eighth elder of the Taiqing Hall, standing between heaven and earth, with his hands clasped together, using the ancient method, with him as the center, a black fairy light can be seen, spreading infinitely in all directions.

The black light is not only mysterious, but also very strange. Wherever it spreads, the thunder unicorns are all destroyed, and the thunder swords are dissipated. The ghost knows what magical powers will kill the Tianlei Jue.

"It's just you."

Zhao Yun carried Long Yuan and killed him from the top of the mountain.

As the old saying goes, guns hit the ground running.

Talents who can overcome the Heavenly Thunder Technique must be specially cared for.

"Hiding the head and showing the tail, are you willing to come out?" Taiqing Eighth Elder snorted coldly, seeing Zhao Yun coming, he flicked his sleeves and sacrificed something, it was a big golden net, the kind that could catch fish.

However, the big net can not only catch fish, but also catch people.

"With a broken net... catch me?"

Zhao Yun sneered, and a space shift was easily avoided.

At the same moment, he instantly sacrificed the sword of extermination with his fairy eyes.

"Shunshen is useless to the old man."

The Eighth Elder Taiqing grinned, and was able to keep up with the speed of his body.

He climbed to the sky in one step, turning his hand over with a five-finger print.

Just as Zhao Yun was about to swing his sword, Sujue added the power of restraint in the dark, and there were more than one, who made this world all enemies? There are not a few people who cooperate with it.

"The dragon swings its tail."

Zhao Yun shouted in his heart, and the golden dragon circled out.

Every confinement, every bondage, was broken by force.

Just as the five-fingerprint fell, it was also shattered by the dragon's tail.

Well...!

Taiqing Eighth Elder groaned, and was shocked half a step back.

His eyes were shocked, how could Zhao Yun become so tyrannical in just a few days.

Even though the monuments suppress his cultivation, he is still a genuine Immortal King! The strong background is incomparable to the juniors, and now, he was shaken by a dragon tail and could not stand firm.

Zheng!

In a brief moment, Zhao Yun had already killed with his sword, and his sword pierced through Changhong.

The devil has cultivated a sword in ten years, and the power of this sword is also to destroy the dead.

"What a domineering sword intent."

Taiqing Eighth Elder was startled again and flew away.

But, at this moment, he glanced at Zhao Yun one more time.

It was his eyes that met Zhao Yun's illusion.