Eternal Gate

under the moon.

The majestic Daluo ancient city is prosperous and lively.

When Zhao Yun and Bu Niantian walked in, the long street was bustling with people, shouting and selling.

The two of them did not reveal their true faces, like tourists passing by quietly.

The city of Xianjia also has a strong atmosphere of red dust.

"Zhao Yun is so domineering, he actually killed five gods in a row."

"If you don't have a few brushes, how can you carry the heavy responsibility of Da Luo?"

"Give him enough time, and he will surely revitalize Xianzong in this year."

There are always legends in places where people gather. The ancient city of Daluo is no exception. You can hear someone's glorious deeds wherever you go. He seems to have become famous in the Kunlun event.

"There are many insiders from other forces in the city!"

It is not difficult for Zhao Yun to notice that there are a few tricks hidden in the prosperity.

"Can't make a big wave."

Don't read Tian Qingyu, as if you are well aware of the matter of introspection.

She has the capital to say this, and they have absolute control over the site of Xianzong. With the three walnuts and dates, they dare not create chaos here. For many years, she has shrunk to the outer branch, the purpose is to protect the ancestors. The earth, after all, is the inheritance of the gods, and there is still some background.

"I see."

Zhao Yun took out the jug and opened his fairy eyes by the way.

This city is very extraordinary, there is a world running in secret, and the formation level is not low, dare to do things here, not to mention the third-rate small characters, even the peak-level Immortal King, can't resist killing.

There are many villages outside Daluo City and even around Daluo Xianzong.

The people living in the village are not ordinary people, they are all cultivators, and the rice fields in the village are not millet and rice and wheat, but fairy trees and spiritual grasses, which have a self-sufficient flavor.

Under the moonlight, the two walked through the ancient city and came to the gate of Xianzong Mountain.

Zhao Yun looked up subconsciously, worthy of the inheritance of the gods, such as sitting on the long river of time, its vicissitudes and ancient times, its dreams and mysteries, all give people an infinite reverie.

"Got home."

Bu Niantian smiled softly and lifted his foot up the stone steps.

When she came home with this sentence, Zhao Yun's heart was filled with warmth.

The two of them walked up the nine hundred and ninety stone steps.

At the end, what catches Zhao Yun's eyes is a fairyland surrounded by rain and fog. Whether it is a mountain hanging in the sky or a handsome fairy palace, they are all full of energy, and they can see white cranes dancing in the sky, and butterflies fluttering in the mountains. In between, people don't feel that they are in a dream.

"That is the Tianxiao Palace, the place where Xianzong discusses affairs."

"The attic in the valley is called Ziqiong Pavilion."

"This bridge is called Kuantian, and it has the artistic conception of the ancestors."

Bu Niantian is like a competent tour guide, introducing him every time he goes.

Zhao Yun is a loyal listener, full of novelty, and the Da Luo Xianzong under the moon is really peaceful and quiet. Walking on the mountain trail, his mind is as empty as water, which is very suitable for self-cultivation.

The disciples of Da Luo Xianzong are mostly motivated talents.

Along the way, Zhao Yun has seen too many evil spirits, or breathing on jade, or hiding in the forest dancing swords, or sitting in groups of three or five to talk about scriptures and Taoism.

"I have seen my ancestor."

"Cultivation with peace of mind."

Lu met many elders and disciples, and saluted Bu Niantian across the distance.

To Young Master Zhao! Their eyes are more strange, this is a raw face.

I don't know when, the two men settled down.

In front of him is an ethereal mountain.

Zhao Yun did not see the whole picture, but saw an ancient character carved on the rock wall.

It was the word "Heaven", I don't know who wrote it, and every stroke was full of meaning. Zhao Yun couldn't help but be shocked. With his cultivation, he was knocked back half a step by the aura of this word.

"This is Tianzi Mountain, your future residence." Bu Niantian smiled.

"Who wrote this word?" Zhao Yun raised a force of immortality and stood firm.

"Ancestor Da Luo." Bu Niantian smiled softly, "Uncle Taishi once told me that this word was written on the day the ancestor became a god, and it has been immortal throughout the ages, and Tianzi Mountain is named after this."

"Ancestor Da Luo?...Zi Zitian?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

Bu Niantian smiled and shook his head, "The ancestor of Da Luo is another **** of Xianzong."

"Xianzong has produced several gods." Zhao Yun said curiously.

"The annals of history record...two statues." Bu Niantian smiled again.

"No wonder Da Luo Xianzong is so strong." Zhao Yun couldn't help sighing after hearing this, two gods! Even if it declines again, the heritage of its heritage is by no means comparable to that of ordinary holy places.

It was another layer of stone steps, and the two walked up slowly.

There are many fairy trees on both sides, and a bright lamp is hung.

This mountain is indeed extraordinary, at least in Zhao Gongzi's view, it is very mysterious and strange, even the flowers and plants on the roadside are dyed with wisps of Qi, which has the magical effect of purifying the state of mind.

There is no one on the mountain, only three or five bamboo buildings.

It is also a peaceful place, a good place to practice.

"The flower of memory is ripe." Zhao Yun rubbed his hands.

"Let's rest first, I will bring it to you tomorrow." Bu Niantian smiled.

She didn't stay too long, she turned around and disappeared, and before leaving, she also left behind the Celestial Immortal Bone, and took Saintess Daluo away by the way. She had to find someone to work together to break the strange sunset forbidden spell.

"Got home."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and sat wearily under the tree.

It was the first time that he had let go of the shackles since he entered the Red Dust Road.

This may not be the end of his fairy road, but it is definitely a safe haven.

"Take a break!"

In the dream, there are gentle words from Yunyan.

She, this apprentice, is exhausted and exhausted.

Zhao Yun did not respond, he had fallen asleep.

He was able to sleep, but someone couldn't. Well, the Golden Winged Dapeng had already sprung out of Zhao Yunzi's residence, like a wild horse off the reins, jumping up and down, full of joy on the mountain peaks.

"Then, is the legendary eternal body?"

"Although it is assembled, the bloodline is genuine."

"Ming people don't speak secretly, the old man wants to worship him."

Late at night, in the quiet dark place, there are sometimes whispers.

Those were two old men, one with a fat head and big ears, and the other with a long, thin body.

It was these two who put the chirping aside and peeped at Zhao Yun.

As early as when Bu Niantian left, the two had already come and kept it secret.

They are not ordinary people, they are all elders of the immortal sect, and they are all peak immortal kings, and they all have well-known names, such as the one with fat head and big ears, known as the fat immortal in the world. On the other end, it should be often deceived and deceived, and people send him the nickname: old **** stick.

The two of them came here in the middle of the night, not to play in the mountains, but to be bodyguards.

Xiaotian said that if Zhao Yun made a mistake, he would remove a part from them.

Xiaotian also said that he should not disturb Zhao Yun to rest.

The two old men were quite reliable, and they only peeped in the dark.

That kid is a talent, even more enchanting than the immortals of the same period, such a baby, they have to be optimistic, Xianzong regains its glory, and points to that guy.

"The moonlight is quite good tonight, it's really boring."

The two old men sat with their backs on their backs, murmuring.

When the matter was over, Dapeng was beaten with a sap, not to disturb Zhao Yun's rest, but he didn't say that he would not clean up the bird, and would not go to sleep in the middle of the night, like a blood-filled mountain.

"I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day."

"But I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

I don't know if it was a dream or hallucinations. Dapeng, who was in a daze, vaguely heard these two sentences, and the more he slept, the more confused he became. According to what he thought, it should be anemia.