Eternal Gate

"senior?"

At night, Zhao Yun held the ancient lantern and called again and again.

The remnant soul of the immortal immortal, the candle flame ignited, is accompanied by the breeze, swaying gently, nourished by the power of Zhao Yun's primordial spirit, the remnant soul has a little more spirituality, but unfortunately, Zhao Yun's call has not been answered from beginning to end, he Don't be in a hurry, take care of Yuanshen carefully.

Since there is a soul, even if it is a trace, it can be resurrected, it is only a matter of time.

If the immortals of longevity can return to the world, Xianzong will have another support scene.

In the distance, a cloud-shrouded Lingshan has been seen.

That is the Great Summer Sect, not far from the Imperial Capital.

Zhao Yun took the remnant soul lantern and floated in like a ghost.

Looking around, there are few familiar people.

That's right, for more than a hundred years, a new generation has replaced the old.

As long as the talents are not bad, most of them have already ascended to the fairyland.

In the dead of night, he climbed Zizhu Peak.

Here, there is no cloud and smoke, and there is no Mu Qinghan.

There were fallen leaves all over the ground, and the entire mountain peak was deserted and desolate.

He took a broom, like a housekeeper, and cleaned it by himself.

soon.

Someone climbed the mountain, it was a young man, the one who was born was called Xianfeng Daogu.

His name is Dao Bufan, the son of Dao Wuhen, and now, he is the headmaster of Da Xia Sect.

Zhao Yun remembered him. He was extraordinary in the past. Like his mother, he was locked in the tower of punishment. It was unthinkable. It was only a hundred years ago. One step, you can fly to immortal.

"Big brother, is that you?"

"It's me." Zhao Yun smiled.

This night, many people climbed Zizhu Peak, most of them were from Zhao Yun's generation. Goodbye this time, they are all elders of the Tianzong. Between words, the color of nostalgia, the years are like knives!

In the quiet night, Zhao Yun quietly left.

Before leaving, there were still a lot of practice exercises left.

He went to the imperial capital, like a tourist, walking on the bustling streets.

This is his state of mind at the moment, there are too many strangers.

"I have seen Your Majesty."

As they were walking, they suddenly saw street people lined up on both sides, each saluting.

Zhao Yun turned his eyes to the side, and saw a young man walking by.

You don't need to ask, you know that it is Emperor Daxia, who is quite similar to Longyang. It should be his son. As for Longyang! They must have ascended to the Immortal Realm, and the talents of this family are exceptionally powerful.

"It's a talent."

Zhao Yun smiled and passed by like the wind.

He crossed the imperial capital and headed north.

In the ancient city of Tianjue, he saw his former enemy again.

Nai Yunfeng, with white hair, is also stupid.

Falling into the sea of ​​​​immortal clouds, Zhao Yun set up a censer, which is a tribute to the ancestors of the eternal lineage.

"Who?"

Tonight's sanctioner, still can't sleep, is still calling the **** of underworld.

After a long time, I saw the Underworld God stretched his waist and stood up, saying a word that was neither salty nor light:

"Do what?"

"What do you say?"

Zhu Kong had a dark face and sent a ray of divine consciousness into the underworld.

The secrets of the scrolls carried by Divine Consciousness are all related to Zhao Gongzi.

Underworld God read it, that sighing tongue! If it involves the outer universe, it's very awesome. If you say it's a Luna disciple, it's just urine, and the gods can't kill that guy.

"What treasure did she leave behind?" Zhu Kong asked.

"Supreme City." Emperor Hades didn't sell any more this time.

Zhu Kong's eyes sparkled as he listened, as if he knew what kind of treasure it was, and the Moon God had a big heart! He actually entrusted this thing to the Underworld God, who is also a sanctioner, why not give it to me!

Here, Zhao Yun has entered Qianqiu City.

There are acquaintances, most of whom are descendants of the demon family.

He didn't stay long, and went all the way west again.

"Little friend."

After more than half a month, Immortal Changsheng finally responded.

Zhao Yundun's eyes flashed. Although the immortal immortal is still a remnant of a soul, it is a good phenomenon to be able to speak out. It doesn't matter if the soul power is weak, everything has him, and sooner or later, the primordial spirit can be rebuilt.

"How is Xianzong?" Changshengxian said hoarsely.

"Let's rest first." Zhao Yun sent another ray of primordial spirit.

He doesn't know how Xianzong is, but it seems that it is not suitable to say, the amount of information is too large, and with the current weak state of Changshengxian, it is better not to listen to it, and early resurrection is the kingly way.

Seeing him like this, Immortal Changsheng didn't ask any more questions, but only meditated and raised his soul.

He was filled with emotion, and his memories and thoughts returned to more than a hundred years ago.

The first time I saw Zhao Yun, it was just a little Wuxiu who was being hunted down, so let's watch it now! It seems that he is already an immortal, and his bloodline is extremely domineering.

Many years later, Zhao Yun went to Yunyou Valley again.

Here, there is a legend of three days and three nights.

It was also here that I ran into a woman who was born exactly like Qin Mengyao. Although the woman was just a phantom brand, it was enough to prove that that person really existed.

It was the same arch bridge, and he stood alone for a long time.

After waiting for most of the night, I didn't see the woman in red passing by.

"The imprint...disappeared?"

Zhao Yun murmured and applied the Taoist Heavenly Secret Technique.

In this deduction, what he saw was chaos, and when he opened layer after layer, he couldn't see the truth, or, in other words, there was a mysterious power that blocked his peeping.

Reflecting the starlight, a strand of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It was the backlash of the Heavenly Secret Technique, and his deduction touched the taboo.

"Time and space?"

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes for a moment, and slowly withdrew his magical powers.

There is absolutely no mistake, what prevents him from deducing is the power of time and space.

When it comes to time and space, this is evil. That woman cultivates the way of time and space?

Ah... sneeze!

Just as he was contemplating, the sound of sneezing came from the depths, which was domineering.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly. After he came in, he had already checked with his divine sense and had not seen anyone else.

Thinking like this, he sneaked over there.

Going all the way, I saw a little old man with an unremarkable appearance.

The man was very leisurely, sitting on the lakeside fishing in the middle of the night.

"Not mortal."

This is Zhao Yun's judgment on the little old man.

To escape his perception, mortals do not do this.

Eh?

Seeing Zhao Yun, the little old man subconsciously looked sideways.

Obviously, he didn't seem to sense Young Master Zhao either.

"You, come here." The little old man hooked his fingers.

"Senior is in a good mood!" Zhao Yun swayed over.

Take a closer look, hey! It turned out to be a god!

However, even the gods who came to the mortal world were suppressed by their cultivation.

"Eternal body." The little old man touched his chin.

"Who are you always?" Zhao Yun took a secret scroll.

The secret scroll is not a real secret scroll, it is a virtual image made from memory, a proper divine strategy, the so-called divine strategy, records all the gods, such as the name and the origin, there are records on it, the fly in the ointment is that the divine strategy is not Incomplete, after all, there are so many gods.

"Your parents haven't told you that you are not allowed to inquire about other people's names?"

The little old man has put down his fishing rod, and has come up and circled around Zhao Yun.

He turned around like studying an old antique, and stretched out his hands to squeeze Zhao Yun's small arms and legs.

"It is necessary to ask, what if it is an enemy?"

"If it's an enemy... can you still beat up the old man?"

"The younger generation has a bad temper, and the enemies are basically killed."