Eternal Gate

Three days later.

Xianzong Avenue sounded loudly.

Before the sky was bright, I saw a group of figures descending from the mountain, all wearing brand-new Taoist robes, like small streams, and gathered in the Tianxiao Hall to observe the consecration ceremony of the Holy Son.

As the protagonist, Mr. Zhao has also left Tianzi Mountain early.

After all, it was a big scene, and he really changed into new clothes.

Today, he is a little confused.

In other words, since dreaming that night, the spirit has been quite lethargic.

For this reason, in the dead of night, he would take Mo Tian's fingers out for research, and listen to Yun Yan saying that his inner law had penetrated between his eyebrows, and his confusion was mostly related to it.

"Bah."

As he was walking, he heard a squeak.

He was a troublemaker, and he came out of nowhere.

There are also the bald old man and the snoring baby, who make the trio inseparable.

Zhao Yun calmed down, stared at the three of them and surveyed them for a while. He hadn't seen these three goods for many days, and his breath was a lot obscure, especially Huluwa, who was always accompanied by the sound of tiger roars.

That's right, this product is the inheritance of the White Tiger.

Although he is a human being, he has the blood of a white tiger.

"The chance is not shallow." Zhao Yun smiled.

"That's it." The three of them laughed.

The old guys of Xianzong still value the three of them very much. In the past few days, I don’t know how many cultivation resources have been piled up for them.

"Take the time to learn from each other." Dapeng patted the dust on his shoulder.

"I don't want to accept it." The three were not at all cowardly, especially the troublemakers.

It is still Concubine Long and Xiaocai who are obsessed and reserved, their cultivation base is too low, and there is still a long way to go.

The Tianxiao Hall was already crowded with people. On both sides of the ninety-ninth-floor stone steps, there were people standing there. In front of the Tianxiao Hall, there were Bu Niantian and a group of ancestors, including Saintess Daluo.

When Zhao Yun came, he seemed to be in the spotlight.

The conferring ceremony! Nothing more than receiving the Son token.

Before he came, he knew that he had to step through the ninety-nine stone stairs step by step to be eligible to receive orders, which could be regarded as a test, but for him, this test was nothing more than a passing scene.

This is the case in all the conferring ceremonies of the past dynasties, and it is time to go.

"What's the matter with ink marks, it's slippery." The troublemaker pushed Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, he landed with a bang, and walked up step by step.

As he expected, each layer of stone steps has ancient restrictions, which are nothing more than coercion, and one layer is heavier than the other, and even when he falls, there will be a bang.

"He deserves to be the Son of Daluo."

"I'll wait... just feel at ease as a foil."

"I have seen the future of Xianzong, and it will be brilliant."

On both sides of the stone steps, there are many shadows whispering, some disciples and elders, some are amazed and some are looking forward to it.

boom!

Zhao Yun took another step down, and the stone steps he stepped on cracked.

When he walked past, the cracked stone steps were restored to their original state.

"no pressure."

Seeing Zhao Yun's calm and leisurely expression, too many seniors have stroked their beards.

This is just a cutscene, if even Zhao Yun can't step through it, let alone his disciples.

boom!

On the ninth floor, Zhao Yun was immobilized for the first time.

From this layer of stone steps, there are monsters and monsters blocking the way.

The spooky sprites fluttered their teeth and claws, trying to tear him apart.

And the scene in front of him was only seen by him.

He closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again in the next instant.

His aura changed, and the icy suffocating aura rolled around.

The demons and monsters blocking the road were all slain, and the demons and demons with their teeth and claws shattered in mourning, unable to hold back the evil spirits of the world, and even the disciples and elders on both sides could not help trembling.

On the ninety-first floor, there was thunder and lightning.

His steps were tenacious and heavy, and he was struck by lightning without stopping for half a minute.

Heavenly tribulation thunder can't hurt him, let alone illusory lightning.

On the ninety-second floor, flames danced.

The ninety-third floor is frozen for thousands of miles.

On the ninety-fourth floor, the darkness is boundless.

 …

At every level, there is an ordeal.

Outsiders can't see it, only blocking the road.

boom!

On the ninety-ninth floor, he was once again immobilized.

There was no big movement on this floor, just an illusory mirror hanging in front of him. In the mirror, he was distorted, entwined with jet-black aura, and his face was sometimes hideous.

"Evil thoughts?"

"Evil thoughts?"

Zhao Yun murmured, knowing what this test was about.

Evil thoughts and evil thoughts are all born from the heart, and the person in the mirror is his inner demon.

He closed his eyes again, standing like a monument.

The path of immortality is the Dao of enlightenment, and it is also the purification of one's own body.

The real detachment is the eternal original intention.

"Why did it stop?"

"Shh, don't make a sound."

The little disciples who are not familiar with the world are full of curiosity.

The elders are well aware that the ninety-ninth floor is the great catastrophe, and the demons of the heart are invisible and formless. If they take root and sprout, they are more terrifying than the catastrophe, because most of the time, there is nowhere to use the power.

"Tell me, if I go up and kick him, it won't count as a pass." The troublemaker took a small hand and glanced left and right at the old magic stick and the fat fairy.

There are also Huluwa and the bald old man who have this idea.

Go through it! Take the stone steps! If you cross it, you will win!

"If you don't have that state of mind, you will lose if you walk by." Pang Daxian said leisurely.

The three of them seemed to understand but they didn't understand, so they took a piece of the Holy Son's decree, and they were so bells and whistles.

When Zhao Yun opened his eyes again, his eyes were as clear as water.

Looking at the magic mirror again at this moment, he is as good as ever.

"Don't forget your original intention." The person in the mirror smiled.

"Fang Cheng Avenue." Zhao Yun also smiled.

He crossed the mirror, and finally crossed the last layer.

At the moment when he landed, there was a sound of sword chants resounding through Xianzong.

That is the Daluo Divine Sword. It manifested in nothingness, and a ray of immortal energy fell into Zhao Yun's body. It is a cloud of gods. Only after crossing the stone steps, and only when it is recognized, can there be such a privilege. This is the case, not everyone is qualified to be the Son of God.

"Good luck."

Zhao Yun looked at his body, and he could clearly see the gods.

A gift from the gods of the extreme path, isn't it just a chance!

"Take the order."

Bu Niantian flicked his hand, and a fairy light flew out from his sleeve.

It was a golden token, dyed with ancient light.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and took it with both hands.

The ghost knows what material this token is, it is as heavy as a mountain.

He was not prepared at all, and even staggered a step when receiving the order, planted his head in Bu Niantian's arms, stepped on the ninety-nine stone steps, he was full of strength, and his reputation was broken.

"It's nice to have a beautiful teacher."

"It should feel soft and silky."

Still the old **** stick, and still the fat immortal, one left and one right, laying the chirp crooked, thinking to himself, should I carry another string of cannonballs tonight, go to his master's grave, and pay homage.

Zhao Yun finally stood firm and laughed awkwardly.

There is no emotional change in Bu Niantian, these are all small scenes.

The conferring ceremony came to an end, the piano sounded loudly, and the wine was fragrant. This was not a grand event, but it was comparable to a grand event. The entire Daluo Xianshan Mountain was covered with a layer of light of peace, like seeing a peaceful and prosperous age.

Zhao Yun glanced at Qingluan Peak, and could see a graceful figure standing upright.

It was already misty and rainy, and it was time to leave the customs today and wait for him to go to Dream Island together.

coming.

Zhao Yun quietly exited the stage.