Eternal Gate

Kunlun, the border of the four deserts.

It is a piece of fairyland and a holy place.

The event created here, once in a century, is unparalleled in size.

When the sky is bright, you can see the vast mountain, crowds of people gather.

In order to welcome visitors from all over the world, Kunlun dispatched eight immortal kings.

No one dares to create chaos here, just because it is one of the few super sects in the Immortal Realm.

"It's so majestic!"

Zhao Yun followed the crowd, looking up at his head all the way.

It is also a grand event. Compared with Kunlun, Tianchi Holy Land is like a joke.

That's right, the background is different, and they can't be said in the same day. For example, Tianchi Holy Land has only one Taoist Immortal Realm. For example, Kunlun Holy Land sent eight Immortal Kings to welcome guests. This is the difference.

"Please."

The people of Kunlun are not arrogant, even the Immortal King who greets guests is quite knowledgeable about etiquette.

At least from Zhao Yun's point of view, the eight old men who greeted the guests were all pleasing to the eye.

Entering the Kunlun Mountain Gate, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, all of which are piled up with white jade, crystal clear and translucent. Looking at both sides of the stone steps, there are many exotic flowers and plants, and even the moss on the ground is shining.

The spiritual energy here is very strong, and many places have condensed into rain and fog.

If you are a disciple of Kunlun, you should be lucky for three lifetimes. This is a holy place for cultivation.

Zhao Yun was like a bun, looking left and right all the way. He was quite curious about the bright lights hanging on the old tree. It was not a real light, but it seemed to have evolved from an ancient Tao.

"In front of the Supreme City that day, thank you for saving me." Yan Yu smiled softly.

"Senior sister is serious, I just pushed you out." Zhao Yun smiled.

"How did you escape from the mansion of the gods?"

"Dao Tian Bureau."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, with only four words.

Yan Yu frowned slightly, as if she understood something. It must be the end game of the pavilion. There must be a hidden mystery in the game. She has never experienced it, and she doesn't know what's in it, but it must be extremely difficult, because goodbye Zhao Yun, she has never been here. There is a blood-stained vicissitudes found in the human body.

After crossing the stone steps, Zhao Yun seemed to see the Great Thousand World.

The scene in front of him is bizarre, like a fairyland in a dream.

It wasn't the first time that Misty Rain came here, so he wasn't too surprised. On the contrary, Young Master Zhao was like a wooden stake, and he didn't move for a while. Poverty limited his imagination, and it was too vast.

"Let's go." Yan Yu tugged at the corner of Zhao Yun's clothes.

Zhao Gongzi raised his foot only then, and still looked left and right all the way.

Kunlun is Kunlun, it opened his eyes to see the fairy tower hanging in the sky, and the steep mountain palace, all of which are fairyland where the Tao is trapped in the twilight, and the birds and flowers are fragrant, which makes him always feel that he has fallen into a dream.

The same is true for Misty Rain. Every time I come back, I have a different mood.

This is Kunlun, long and ancient, covered with mystery.

In comparison, her Taoist inheritance is also somewhat inferior.

"A lot of monsters."

Lu saw many Kunlun disciples, causing Zhao Yun to be amazed.

Every corner of the mountain, you can always see young talents, and there are many outstanding people on the winding path leading to secluded paths, either holding secret scrolls, or carrying swords to understand the Dao, and more importantly, they are chatting with visiting guests.

He saw the Son of the Sunset, a paper folding fan shaking rhythmically.

Looking at his elegant and leisurely demeanor, it seems that he is just about to say: I am handsome.

Not to mention, there are quite a few young disciples who eat this set, and even that person is accompanied by a lot of fairies, each with beautiful eyes, the Sunset God Child is a good-natured person, and he likes to be worshipped.

The place of the event is on the largest mountain in Kunlun.

When Zhao Yun and Yan Yu came up, the venue was already crowded with people.

As the host, Kunlun is not stingy, and the jade tables are all placed in a well-ordered manner. Each table has three or five jade plates, full of strange fairy fruits, full of nectar and jade dew, and the fragrance of the fruit is delicious. The aroma of the wine is entwined, and the top of the mountain is misty, and when you take a sip, you will feel relaxed and happy.

"Really sentimental."

Zhao Yun glanced around, and finally looked up at the sky.

There is a fairy sitting cross-legged in the clouds, playing a wonderful fairy tune.

There are also fairies dancing in the clouds, like butterflies fluttering in the painting.

The two found a corner and sat down safely.

Zhao Yunthief consciously took a few fruits.

The fruits of Kunlun are not ordinary fairy treasures, and ordinary people can't eat them.

Misty Rain was reserved, and only took the jade cup to smell the wine.

Zhao Yun is a foodie, so he doesn't delay looking for someone.

It doesn't matter how many people there are, whether he is looking at each other, men, women and children, no one will let go. If Wangxiang Zhenren didn't lie to him, Feng Wu's deity will definitely come back, and he will challenge Han Jiang in public, the blood debt of extermination! Will drive people crazy, any stupid thing can be done.

Speaking of Han Jiang, he asked in a low voice.

"Which is the first true biography of Chitian Palace?"

Yan Yu didn't speak, she just raised her finger and pointed to the entrance of the event.

Zhao Yun followed his eyes and saw a young man in white walking in.

That thing is more capable than the Son of the Sunset, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand gently shaking a paper fan, looking at it with big eyes, it really has the style of a Confucian scholar, which is definitely in line with Qi Yuxuan's style.

Of course, no matter how well he played, he couldn't hide the anger in his eyes.

Usually, such people are the masters of ferocity, and they have evil thoughts hidden in their minds.

On this point, Zhao Yun and Yan Yu's views coincided with each other. They were both proficient in celestial secrets and techniques, and they were already quite familiar with each other. They didn't need to look for a long time, just take a look, and it's not difficult to guess their nature.

When it comes to deductions, there really is a great power in this field.

That's right, it's the old way of acting, and there is a handsome young man beside him.

"He is Lu Chang, the Son of Heaven."

Misty Rain was quite understanding, and introduced him through voice transmission.

Zhao Yun took a bite of the spiritual fruit, and he couldn't see through Lu Chang a little bit, or that he had mysterious powers, which concealed the opportunity.

He was looking at Lu Chang, but Yan Tian Lao Dao subconsciously glanced at him.

For a brief moment, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and he always felt that this person looked familiar.

He didn't delve into it, because many seniors had already come to greet each other, and all of them were people with heads and faces. As for Lu Chang, who was beside him, he went to the other side, thinking that he was handsome.

There are people from the Yantian lineage, how can the Tibetan lineage be lacking.

That is the old way of Tibetan Heaven. He had seen it in the ancient city of Cangmi. He used the eternal blood to exchange his escape charm. The old man has a stinky problem. He likes to visit and smoke while sitting on the beam.

When Yantian sees Zangtian, it is like a scholar seeing a soldier, no matter how he sees it, he does not meet his eyes.

When many old guys saw it, they couldn't help coughing, and the two often fought.

Whoosh!

After Zangtian Laodao, eight figures walked in together.

They are the Immortal King of Setting Sun, the Old Daoist of Heiyuan, the Immortal King of Withering, the Patriarch of Juetian, the Dharma King of Jinlun, the Heavenly Monarch of Baji, the Daoist of Chi Ghost, the True Immortal of Yin Demons, all of the pinnacle Immortal Kings with extraordinary energy and background. It is also scarier than the other, because they represent the eight holy places.

Misty Rain didn't see anything, and Zhao Gongzi became very angry when he saw it.

In the past, it was these eight who were besieging him and Bu Niantian in Burial Xianhai.

Behind them, there is a young man, all of them are holy sons without exception, he has seen the sunset **** son, and the other seven are the first time to see the gods who can be holy places, all of them are named after the prehistoric immortal list.

After that, there is a wonderful trio: a bald head and two children.

The three came in swaggeringly, with an invitation card hanging around their necks.

Zhao Yun was stunned when he saw it, because they were all very old acquaintances: the bald old man, the snoring child, and the troublemaker. There is an inexplicable aura wandering around, even he can't see the history.

"Crazy will not come too!"

Zhao Yun muttered and looked around more than once.

He didn't find Kuang Yingjie, and he didn't recognize the troublemakers. Today is a big scene. It's not appropriate to recognize relatives on the spot. It's only because of his special status. It's because of Da Luo Xianzong. If you are hostile to Xianzong, do you want him to die?

"That... it's Sword Master Luo Chen." Yan Yu sounded again.

Zhao Yun saw it, he was a young man who was as rich as jade, not showing off mountains or water.

He looked inside the Purple Mansion and glanced at the Sword Saint in the Immortal Pond before asking Misty Rain.

"What is the relationship between Jian Zun and Juggernaut?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Yu whispered softly.

After finishing the matter, she also added something, "It does matter if you insist, that is, the two of them both practice swordsmanship.

"Which is weaker or stronger." Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"No difference." Yan Yu's answer was very subtle.

When the two of them were talking, Zhao Yun suddenly felt his body light up, and when he raised his eyes, he realized that Jian Zun was looking at him, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, and a flash of sword light flashed, but it disappeared in an instant.

"He... can perceive the Juggernaut?" Zhao Yun muttered in his heart.

This possibility cannot be ruled out. He is also a master swordsman and is very sensitive to sword intent.

Sword Sovereign can do it, and Juggernaut can do it too. This is a tacit understanding of the same level.

"Another ruthless character." Yan Yu sniffed the wine.

There is no need for him to say, Zhao Yun has also heard that it is a kind of tyrannical knife cry.

The sound of the knife sound came from a young man, his anger was like a divine knife, and even his long hair was dyed with the meaning of the knife.

"He is Kong Tianyu, known by the world as the tyrant saber." He is worthy of the immortal disciple, Yan Yu knows the goods well, and introduced Zhao Yun, "It is said that he only cultivated one saber in his life, and once slashed a demigod with one saber, the name of the tyrant saber was given to him. From this, there are not many people of the same level who can take him with a knife."

"What ruthless people in the fairy world!" Zhao Yun couldn't help sighing.

If the real person lives up to his name, the aura of the tyrant sword is unmatched by Han Lie.

Compared to Ba Dao, the young man who came up later was extraordinarily low-key. He was like a mortal person, without any sense of existence, but what was different was that he carried an emerald green bamboo stick on his back.

"Tea Sage...a great sage who realizes Taoism with tea." Yan Yu took a sip of wine.

"Unfathomable." Zhao Yun said in his heart, unable to see through the boy.

The one behind the Tea Sage is also low-key, dressed in plain clothes and quite restrained. He must have been through vicissitudes of life, his shoulders are stained with dust, and the stubble around his mouth adds a touch of indescribable decadence to him.

Seeing him, everyone present could not help frowning, "Holy Monarch?"

Zhao Yun, who was sitting in the corner, was in a trance when he saw it.