Eternal Gate

The Lord of the Night is gone, taking away the Lord of the Rings.

However, she left another space ring for Zhao Yun, which looked the same as the Lord of the Rings. It should be an imitation of the Lord of the Rings. Regardless of whether it was an imitation, the casting material was even more genuine.

"Also called you the Lord of the Rings."

Zhao Yun put the space ring on his hand, and put the secret treasures into it.

Before he left, he sat under the old tree with his hands in his hand. Taking advantage of the time to contemplate his thoughts, he saw the deity of the Great Sparrow in the immortal world, far beyond his expectation. He still couldn't believe that the Great Sparrow of the past did not die.

He could imagine how Daxia's people looked like when Daxia Hongque was resurrected in the mortal world, and most of them looked awkward. If Ziyihou and Yin Zhou had spirits in the sky, they would not be able to hold down the coffin board.

Anyway.

The deity of Hongque is still thinking about the incarnation of the old love. Although it is likely to be due to the reincarnation of the dragon concubine, the ending is good. They want to shake the heavenly king sect. I don’t know it will be the year of the monkey. You must know that the heavenly king sect is not an isolated faction. Many allies.

The forces are complex.

To start a war is to pull the whole body.

"Fellow?"

When he lost his mind, he heard the call suddenly.

The old woman is still barefoot, but her previous indifferent and cold expression is quite kind at this moment.

The master told her to take care of this when she left. As the little shrimp in the dark night, how could she dare not obey, it is a great honor to see the master, and she must do her best to do what the master confessed.

However, she was very puzzled, wondering about the origin and identity of this person, so that the master came here, and she paid such attention to it.

Zhao Yun collected his thoughts and returned a polite smile.

Seeing that he hadn't rejected him, the old woman leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "What is the relationship between fellow Daoist and my master..."

"I'm her... it's her... cousin." Zhao Yun said meaningfully.

The old woman couldn't help raising her eyebrows when she heard it. She was dubious. Her master is at least 800 years old. Can she have such a young cousin? But think about it, the age of the monk is not a problem.

Look at someone, who has been sitting upright for a minute, and he is really self-proclaimed as the cousin of the Lord of the Night.

It must also go early, otherwise, he will be given three days and three nights.

Hmm...Three days and three nights on a tree with a crooked neck.

"Young Master, drink tea."

The old woman smiled, that was full of enthusiasm.

She, the young master, shouted Zhao Yun by surprise, but after another thought, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the deity of the bird, the master of the dark night, he regarded himself as a cousin, and it was not too much to call him the young master.

"Looking back, I'll give you a few nice words."

Zhao Yun took the teacup in a decent way, drinking tea. It was graceful, and it was so compelling that he was inadvertently getting better.

Anyway, the Lord of the Night is not here, so he doesn't fool around casually.

Even if the deity of Hongque knew about it, it would be a big deal for three days and three nights! He has a relationship with the Crooked Neck Tree...very much.

"Thank you, Young Master." The old woman smiled with joy.

"I have been living away for a long time, I don't know the world, my cousin can be married." Zhao Yun said leisurely.

"this....."

The old woman laughed dryly, but wanted to say, but I don't know!

Throughout the dark night, no more than three people had seen the master. She also saw her for the first time, where she would know.

"There are rare things, let's take a look."

See! Someone talked and moved closer to shame.

As he thought, the status of cousin was the most suitable for mopping oil.

"Have."

"It's there."

The old woman smiled and took out a small pagoda from her sleeve.

The small tower is very extraordinary, the whole body is full of radiance, and the meaning remains.

Of course, Zhao Gongzi's vision was too high, and he didn't care about this object very much.

Seeing this, the old woman hurriedly closed her hand and took out a folding fan. This is a good magical tool. Looking at the landscape paintings on it, the majestic interpretation is worthy of the young master's force.

Zhao Yun took a look and yawned.

I don't pretend to be forced, I want a folding fan to do anything.

The old woman was a little embarrassed. She opened the space in her sleeves again, and stretched her hand in for a while. The young master looked down on the first two secret treasures. She had to find a treasure at the bottom of the box. If you don’t give this person a good time, who will replace it in front of the master. She said nice things.

Eh?

Zhao Yun said softly in his heart. From the sleeve space of the old woman, he felt a strange wave. To be precise, it was his Long Yuan trembling, and the word Dunjia Tian on it was very restless.

That is to say, this old woman has the word "Tian Jia Tian".

Originally, he couldn't perceive it. Who would let the old lady open up the space?

Come and go.

He is about to hit a chance.

Hum.

The old woman took out another thing, which was a good-looking jade bottle, and just took it out, it was full of meaning, vaguely sound, and evolutionary, much stronger than that small tower and folding fan.

"This is what the old man got from a ruin back then."

The old woman smiled. It's not rare to see, she has a painful look on her face.

Looking at her collection, this is precious. Not only does she look good, but how powerful is it? She once used this thing to kill a Supreme Void Realm.

Now, in order to make the young master happy, I have to reluctantly give up love.

"I don't want this." Zhao Yun smiled and shook his head.

When it was over, he added the last half sentence, "I want that iron pot."

Iron...pot?

The old woman was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looking into the space.

That's right, there is a big iron pot in the space in her sleeve, but the object looks too ugly. It was found on the target when she was on the assassination mission. It has been more than ten years.

She once studied that this is not a valuable thing.

"If it's inconvenient, I can buy it with money." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Convenient, how can it be inconvenient." The old woman smiled and hurriedly moved out of the big iron pot.

"Then I'm not welcome."

Zhao Yun was very conscious and moved the iron pot away.

Long Yuan felt right, the bottom of the iron pot was really engraved with the word "Tian", the word "Tian Jia Tian" was properly engraved. Perhaps because of the long time, the iron pot was mottled, and even the word "Heaven" was obscured.

He knew that this ambiguity was only an external appearance.

When the word of heaven is consecrated, it will be the kind of golden.

"Don't be tattered, young master is such a weird person."

The old woman murmured in her heart, seeing that Zhao Yun's eyes were not normal.

Weird and surprised, she was still in a good mood, and she picked up her own baby and used a tattered blogger to be happy. To him, this seemed to be an uncompromising business.

"See you."

Zhao Yun took the iron pot, patted his **** and left.

As for a few good words! He will do it.

Back to the small garden, Kuang Yingjie and others were drinking under the tree.

Seeing him dangling in, everyone looked sideways. I don't know why, this product went out and forced the grid to become more dazzling, right, he saw the master of the night killer organization.

"The Lord of the Night is male and female." The troublemaker poked Zhao Yun.

"Beauty." Zhao Yun said deep, Hongque's face is peerless.

"What did you talk about." Huluwa rubbed her hands, "Is it a discount for us."

"No."

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine and told the truth.

What discounts are offered by their family members, and Night Killer is free of charge.

"Then what did she do to you in the middle of the night." The two little guys were bluffing.

"Talk about ideals!" Zhao Yun got up and left, and locked the door again.

Everyone looked at each other, and felt that this kid was hiding something from them.

Here, Zhao Yun has moved out of the big iron pot, smashed it easily, wrapped it in thunder and lightning, and quenched the word Dun Jia Tian. It is no longer blurry, its lead blooms have faded, and its golden light is shining.

Hum!

Long Yuan burst out, instantly blending with him.

Numerous celestial characters have a reaction, and they have converged on the invisible, casting a layer of radiant light on the sword body of Long Yuan. Zhao Yun once looked at it repeatedly, and the feeling of celestial characters was more magnificent than he had imagined.

After receiving the Long Yuan sword, he sat cross-legged again.

According to the Absolute Heaven's Dao Fa, it runs frantically.

Outside the room, Kuang Yingjie and the others were already blushing and drunk. They dispersed and practiced separately. They only waited for a suitable opportunity to start fighting with the Heavenly King Sect. This day will not be too long.

The small garden is calm, and the outside world is still turbulent.

The enemies of the Heavenly King Sect have formed an alliance in secret.

Heavenly King Zong has never been idle, since the ancestors returned to the West, they have frequently acted among the major forces, saying that they are visiting, but in fact they are drawing relationships. In eventful autumn, holding a group for warmth is the kingly way.

The same is not idle, there is the night killer organization.

The Lord of the Night gave the order himself, but I don't know how many killers were called.

The assassins were secretly suspicious. After joining Dark Night, they still saw the master making such a big move for the first time. Is it possible that they would also be involved in the war? Or is there too many people posting tasks?

It's night again.

Zhao Yun crossed his knees under the tree alone.

He seems to have nightmares, his eyebrows are sometimes frowning, and sometimes painful.

Such an expression as he lasted for most of the night,

In the dead of night, he saw his eyebrows stretched slightly.

The original source of his bloodline has changed, and it seems that he is on the right track, because the source of the positive protagonist weakens, even if he does not run the Heavenly Dao law, he does not see the source of restlessness, this is a good sign.

boom!

When he was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a muffled noise in the room.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the tyrannical aura rolling outwards, and even the radiance of the fairy power was intertwined and flying. If it were not for the small garden to cover and prohibit, just such a fluctuation would have attracted many people to watch.

That is a kind of strange sign of advanced, some people have broken through the bottleneck.

It was Kuangyingjie's fellow, from the peak of Xuanxian, broke into the hole of Xuxu's cultivation base.

boom!

Rumble!

Thunder began to sound, and dark clouds rolled over for nine days.

There is Tianwei hidden in the thunder, and the entire ancient city is trapped.

Heavenly Tribulation?

Many people were awakened, boarded the eaves and looked up at the sky.

There are also many people with dark complexions, and they spend most of the night in the city?

"Which **** is full?"

"Get out of town quickly, or it's no wonder the old man is not welcome."

"It's nonsense to talk too much, it's safe for Ma to slip out of the city to take refuge."

The sound of swearing sounded in the quiet night, and the whole ancient city was very lively.

Crossing the catastrophe is not terrible, and crossing the catastrophe in a pile of people is very ignorant of martial arts.

Not to mention, the verbal abuse is really good.

Look at the omen of heaven, it really disappeared.

In other words, it was Kuang Yingjie who sealed his calamity. Heaven's punishment is a good thing. How can it be wasted here?

"This is what a human does."

Seeing the robbery dispersed, many older generations stroked their beards.

Those who had escaped from the city turned back halfway.