Eternal Gate

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yun stopped.

It is still the source of eternity, and the two old men are no longer in serious trouble.

After the injury was healed, they surrounded Zhao Yun again, like two purebred pugs, sniffing around Zhao Yun, the more they sniffed...the deeper the eyes were, because Zhao Yun's qi and blood contained divine energy. Wandering around, it seems like a looming light, which is particularly eye-catching.

"How did you mess with the swallowing clan?"

Zhao Yun said, and handed over two pots of wine.

"I only provoke them when my brain is flooded." The old **** stick scolded, "It was his **** son, who bullied people too much and swallowed up a few disciples of my Daluo Xianzong who had been trained outside."

"If it's not outnumbered, it's definitely called that servant's blood debt and blood." Fat Daxian's teeth were itching with hatred.

Zhao Gongzi's killing intent is no weaker than the two of them.

It was God Son Tuntian who provoked him first, so we had to talk.

"Where are the people?" Zhao Yun asked.

"The ancient city of Xihuang." The old magic stick replied casually.

After that, he realized that something was wrong, and raised his eyebrows to look at Zhao Yun:

"Don't mess around."

"I have it in my mind."

Zhao Yun casually opened the domain gate and stepped in.

Seeing that, the two old men were in a hurry and rushed in, trying to find the Holy Son, but they couldn't lose it anymore, let alone let him act recklessly, swallowing the extraordinary power of the Heavenly Clan, the strong like clouds, like this If you kill him rashly, it will be light if you take another beating.

"I have seen the Eternal Dao Body." Zhao Yun glanced left and right.

"There are rumors about him, I have never seen him." Both of them shook their heads.

"It's hidden deep enough!" Zhao Yun said in his heart, and he was sure that the other party was also looking for him, but it was a coincidence that the other party came to Honghuang, and he went to the starry sky. Appeared, just waiting for a message.

A few days later, a vast ancient city came into view.

That is the ancient city of Xihuang, the largest city in Xihuang.

Even at night, the city is still bustling with lights.

"Have you heard that Shi Ming slaughtered another demigod."

"He has destroyed the real gods, killing half gods is trivial."

"Feng Yin has also been very fierce recently, and several major holy places dare not go out."

As soon as I walked into the ancient city of Xihuang, I heard the noisy discussion, it was still those tea stalls and wineries, or those talents who were rare and gossip, gathered together at night, and put on the big spray.

"Shimei was released?" Zhao Yun muttered in his heart.

There is also the master Fengyin of the faint and old way, who has also left the customs.

These two are ruthless people, and being targeted by them, it is strange that they can live in peace.

"Boy, don't mess around."

If this is the case, Fat Daxian and the old **** stick are talking all the way.

It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and Zhao Yun is one of them.

"I'm not stupid." Zhao Gongzi smiled.

Then, he added the second half of the sentence, "Where is the person."

"Who knows." Fat Daxian folded his hand.

"Most of them have already left," said the old magician.

Zhao Yun didn't ask again, knowing that these two were playing carelessly, with obvious intentions, and they didn't want to cause trouble. After all, this is the Western Wilderness, not the site of the Immortal Sect, and it would be very dangerous to expose their identities.

but.

He has his back, and the law of God is his trump card.

If you really can't handle the other party, you can take refuge in a black hole.

Of course, no matter how he asked, the two old men kept silent, and most of the time, they were sloppy, afraid that this guy would go to God Son of Swallowing to make an appointment.

certainly.

They are still here so far, and they care about it.

There are many people on the other side, they can’t do it, but if some people are single, then it’s another matter. If they swallow his Immortal Sect disciple, they have to find some interest back. The premise is that they have to have a chance. Before that, keep a low profile. Fang is the best policy, and it is also necessary to conceal from Zhao Yun.

Ok?

When he reached a place, Zhao Yun froze abruptly and frowned slightly.

I don't blame him for this, just because a moment ago, there was a power in his body.

What power? ...the power of ghost marriage.

What he perceives is the power of ghost marriage.

Because of this, he frowned. The power of his ghost marriage disappeared as early as when the punchline was buried, and now it has manifested again, and there is no sign of it coming.

"Are you trying to get enlightenment on the street?"

Seeing that Zhao Yunqi was not moving, the two old men looked at him.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, he simply closed his eyes, trying his best to look inside.

Looking at it this way, he not only saw the power of ghost marriage, but also saw the contract of ghost marriage. Although it is invisible, the brand is real, and he can clearly capture it.

"How could this be."

When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, he was filled with confusion.

The contract is manifested, is it possible that the punchline is still alive?

Think of this.

He looked around subconsciously, searching with all his might.

After a long time, his eyes fell on a person. It was an old man in a black robe who was walking from the opposite side.

"it's him."

Zhao Yun opened his fairy eyes silently, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

It's a pity that the other party covered up too much, and it was difficult to see through its purple mansion.

It's okay if he can't see through, he used the Taoist secret technique, using the ghost marriage contract as the foundation, using the power of ghost marriage as the medium, forcibly traced back, and pushed aside the layers of fog that covered the peeping.

What he expected was not bad, the source of the contract was really the black-robed old man.

He didn't let up, he fought back against the secret technique, and played the game with his life.

In the end, he opened the last layer of fog and saw a beautiful figure. Although it was blurry, he could recognize it at a glance. It was a punchline, and it was his wife married in the mortal world.

"Really alive." Zhao Yun looked stunned.

At that time, he watched the punchline disappear with his own eyes.

It has been more than a hundred years, and he did not expect to see him again.

"What?" The old **** stick poked Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't respond, he turned around and followed the black-robed old man.

The punchline is in the purple house, and the lock is strong. If private fights are not prohibited in the city, otherwise, as early as the moment he saw the punchline, he would have already started it.

"What a **** babble."

Fat Daxian murmured and followed.

Or was the old **** stick with vicious eyes, following Zhao Yun's gaze, locked on the black-robed old man, and Zhao Yun was following that person, an acquaintance? Or does that person have a baby on him?

"Don't stare at him, lest the other party notice." Zhao Yun said.

"What the **** are you doing?" The two old men naturally closed their eyes.

"There is one person trapped in his Zi Mansion."

"Your friend?"

"Best relative." Zhao Yun said.

Hearing it, the two old men raised their eyebrows slightly.

Since what Zhao Yun said, they believed it unconditionally.

Both of them deliberately kept a distance from Zhao Yun, so as not to startle the snakes, while Zhao Yun was more cautious than them. Dozens of tracking marks were carved.

He was waiting, waiting for the black-robed old man to leave the city.

If the other party behaves badly, if the punchline has life-threatening consequences, he doesn't mind taking action in the city.

Perhaps it was the secret that they followed, and the black-robed old man didn't notice it at all.

He was afraid that he was going to go far, and when he entered the center of the city, he entered the teleportation array.