Eternal Gate

The night of Dream Island is hazy and blurred.

Under the moon... Zhao Yun is still diligently teaching the secret method.

Jin Baobao is too young, and the longevity formula has to be slowly engraved.

Mengxian was present, standing lightly on one side.

As for Dapeng! Well, what about hanging on a tree?

Zhao Yun wanted to bleed Jin Baobao, and he also wanted to worship him.

As a result, it was hung on the tree by Mengxian, and it was cool on the tree.

"Should you let Yunyan out?" Zhao Yun said suddenly.

"When will he heal his Dao injury, and when will I let go of Yunyan." Mengxian said lightly.

With these words, the stubborn Zhao Gongzi has no temper. It is not enough to rely on the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity. He has to find Mo Tian to pull his fingers. The problem is that Mo Tian is not with him, and he will not be able to find Bu Nian Tian for a while.

"It's good to stay in your dream." Yunyan smiled softly.

After so many days, she was already used to it, and there was no worldly noise in her dream.

Zhao Yun said nothing, knowing that Mengxian would not let Yunyan go so easily.

He temporarily took his thoughts away, passed on the secret method in meditation, and also quietly peeked at the Honghuang body. This little guy is really extraordinary, with a weak physique and a clear sound of Taoism, all of which are innate.

I don't know when, Mengxian turned around silently.

Before leaving, she left her avatar to stare at Zhao Yun.

Yes, you have to keep an eye on this stuff, lest baby Jin be bled.

Under the moonlight, she went to a small bamboo forest.

There is a spiritual seat in the forest, and an incense burner is placed in front of the spiritual seat.

Every time she saw the name on the spiritual seat, her mind couldn't help being in a trance.

That is her old friend and Jin Baobao's father. They could have been a pair of immortals, but in a sudden disaster, he entered the mortal world and married a mortal wife.

God plays tricks, a calamity is a farewell.

The old man is gone, and she will raise his child as an adult.

The small bamboo forest is quiet, and the entire Dream Island is peaceful and quiet.

Compared with the calm here, the outside world is extraordinarily lively.

I don't know from which day, more and more people came to the Southern Wilderness.

"Zhao Yun, get out... and fight me."

Those who enter the Southern Wilderness will basically hear such a violent shout.

This is the book of war, and it is the book of war against the Lord Daluo by the Son of God.

The First True Inheritance was killed, he must find a place to come back! He couldn't find Zhao Yun's shadow, so he had to use this method to find someone. He also wanted to see if Eternal was really that evil.

"It's been so many days, and the Holy Master Daluo is probably no longer in the Southern Wilderness."

"I don't know if the Holy Master Daluo has a good chance of winning against the Holy Son withered."

"It should be half and half. After all, that kid only cultivated in the Void Realm."

There was a lot of discussion about the gathering of figures, the Eternal Body made a big movement, and the movement in the Holy Land withered was not small. There was a wanted order before, and the bounty was not ordinary.

Too many people fled into the Southern Wilderness.

Most of them are spectators who like to join in the fun.

All the spectators are here, how can there be no enemy, like the Sunset Sect, the Golden Wheel Holy Land, the Baji Temple... It can be said that the major forces that have besieged the Daluo Xianzong basically have sent people.

In addition, there are people who act in the same vein.

All in all, the battle is not too big.

Between the mountains, the battle platform has been laid down.

On the stage, stood a young man in purple, standing like a monument.

He has a strong physique, long hair without wind, and the vision behind him evolves frequently.

He is the Holy Son of Withering. He is the strongest among the gods of the Holy Land of Withering. He is also famous on the Immortal Ranking. In terms of record, combat power, and understanding of the Tao, Liao Yangneng is not on a par.

Looking at the top of the Sifang Mountain, there are basically people standing.

Too many people are too busy, too dedicated to join in the fun.

"It's weird, why haven't you seen that kid."

"If it were you, would you be stupid enough to run here to die?"

"That's right, I don't know how many enemies of Xianzong came to the scene."

A lot of old fritters got together and made the situation clear.

Not to mention other things, that is, the Holy Land is withered, and I don’t know how many strong people are hidden in secret. Among them, there are many immortal kings, and there are other enemies.

Whoosh!

Amidst the discussion, another person came from outside the sky.

It is an ordinary young man with a public face.

This is not an ordinary person. It is Bu Niantian who used the transformation technique. He came all the way from Beihuang to catch the pot. He didn't find Zhao Yun, but he heard the gauntlet, so he came to see it. That guy is a restless master. If you don't know how to fight, this is a big hole, you can't get out if you jump in.

"He dare not come, he must be afraid of my holy son."

"Without such courage, he was chosen to be the headmaster of Da Luo."

"He has lost all the illustrious names of the eternal lineage."

More and more people came, and the mountains became more and more lively.

There was a lot of clamor, mostly people from the Holy Land of Withering, sneers and sarcasm one after another, and the affiliated forces of the Holy Land of Withering, who also followed suit, and felt uncomfortable all over without scolding.

This... the world should only listen to it.

They were present when Liao Yang crossed the calamity.

Holy Master Daluo is not as unbearable as he imagined. He dares to kill Liao Yang in the face of the calamity. He is not an ordinary person. Even if his cultivation realm is not enough, his success or failure is still unknown.

Ah... sneeze!

On the Island of Dreams, Zhao Yun sneezed and sneezed out of his domineering side.

In the middle of the night, I don't know which group of people are greeting him.

Rubbing his nose, he looked at Mengxian's avatar, who was as dedicated as he was, that one who never left, looked at him like a thief, he was very melancholy, and he was still thinking about bleeding Jin Baobao?

Speaking of Jin Baobao, I have fallen asleep.

The little guy slept peacefully, sometimes dreaming about his mother.

This is a good seedling for cultivation. Even though he is small, his physique is extremely heavy. He has reason to believe that Jin Baobao can knock down a mountain with a small fist.

He didn't let anyone blood, but captured a ray of power.

This power is magnificent, much stronger than the power of blood.

What a great **** in the flood period, the flood body should be a king-like existence.

Ok?

When he was looking at it, he suddenly saw a splendid splendor in the depths.

Usually there is such a sight, there is something extraordinary.

"There is a baby."

Dapeng also saw it, and stared straight at it.

It should be a flame, dyed with the hazy light of Dream Dao.

"What a weird flame." Zhao Yun murmured.

"That's the fantasy fairy fire." Yunyan said.

Zhao Gongzi's eyes flashed when he heard it, as if he had heard the fantasy fairy fire.

It was not a real flame, but it was real.

"Boss."

Hun Tianhuo was dishonest, and jumped in the Eternal Realm for a while.

The master can perceive the special flame, and it can also perceive it.

"Do you sell this fantasy fairy fire?" Zhao Yun looked sideways, looking at the avatar of the dream fairy.

"If you can surrender to it, why not send it to you." The clone said lightly, with no emotional change.

"Thank you for the gift, senior." Zhao Yun smiled brightly.

The Dream Immortal clone gave him a sideways look, this guy is full of self-confidence!

She didn't say much, it is not an easy task to conquer the fantasy fairy fire.

Here, Young Master Zhao has withdrawn his hand and went straight to the deepest part.

Mengxian clone did not stop him, some people should let him suffer a little.