Eternal Gate

"Save me."

The wailing call of the soul of the wordless tablet resounded through the dark forest again and again.

No one saves him, only a madman who has lost his mind, chasing after him desperately.

He regretted it extremely. If he had captured Zhao Zilong earlier, such a change would not have happened.

boom!

Zhao Yun caught up and stepped down, causing the boulder he stepped on to shatter.

He really has no mind, he only has one thought: kill this man in black robe.

The ultimate mortal made him look extremely weird at this moment.

Especially those eyes that are like black holes. If you look carefully, you will see that there is an extra river inside.

Future Haotian will recognize that it is the River of Illusion, or more precisely, it is the reflection of the River of Illusion.

Even the reflection falling in his eyes was a light of hope that was more dazzling than eternity.

"gone."

Taking one last look at the reincarnation of heaven, Haotian slowly turned around and walked away step by step.

The six gods were silent, watching him leave, and seeing him disappear into ashes inch by inch.

"Save me."

At a certain moment, the soul of the wordless monument stopped, not that it stopped running, but that there was no way ahead.

Cliff, it is a cliff of ten thousand feet. If you look down, you will see that it is bottomless.

kill!

Zhao Yun arrived soon after, and the demonic energy that came with him surged like a sea tide.

The wordless tablet soul subconsciously turned around, but before he could react, a sword pierced his chest.

puff!

Accompanied by a fierce and scarlet blood light, the two fell off the cliff together.

After a while, I heard a roar and a very shrill scream.

The two of them landed, and their bodies fell apart.

The soul of the wordless stele became motionless on the spot, lying in a pool of blood like a pile of broken flesh and rotten bones.

As for Zhao Yun, he fainted, but his broken body was being reshaped to the extreme.

The night fell into tranquility.

It wasn't until the strong wind howled that a figure flashed over.

Nai Ouchi, a master, was exhausted and panting, and finally caught up.

"General Zhao."

Seeing the **** scene, he hurriedly stepped forward.

After some inspection, he looked surprised again.

As expected of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he fell from such a high cliff and survived intact.

Looking at the other one, he didn't have such foundation and good luck. He was thrown to the point where he lost his human form.

"go home."

The imperial guards did not delay, carried Zhao Yun on their backs, and headed straight for Wuzhou City.

Not long after he left, there was a rustling sound from the bottom of the cliff.

When I got closer and took a closer look, I realized that the soul of the tablet without a word was not dead, and the broken flesh and bones were actually squirming.

After the limbs and bones were connected, the man formed a human form again, with the same ferocious expression as before.

"God will not destroy me."

The moment Wuzihun opened his eyes, there was such a sinister smile.

I have already said that he is not a human being, and a small cliff cannot break him to death.

"Zhao Zilong, this matter is not over yet."

The wordless tablet soul snorted coldly, gritted his teeth, and got up unsteadily.

However, the injury was so serious that he couldn't breathe properly and collapsed again.

At this moment, a breeze blew in the forest, and there was also a touch of feminine fragrance.

Another person came, a woman with disheveled hair, like a walking corpse, with a face ashen as death.

In her hand, she held a sword, and blood was dripping from it.

It was the Holy Mother of Yin Spirits who appeared out of nowhere to look for her master.

"Very good." The soul of the wordless tablet smiled faintly.

Smiling and laughing, he stopped laughing.

His minion actually revealed his murderous intention to him.

Yes, it's murderous intent.

Looking at the ashen cheeks of the Yin Ling Holy Mother, there is already more hatred and anger.

And her slightly cloudy eyes also added a touch of ferocity and bloodthirsty.

"You bitch, do you want to rebel?"

The soul of the wordless tablet smiled quietly and then recited a mantra.

Since he is the slave he raised, how can he not leave a backup plan?

Well!

The Holy Mother of Yin Ling suddenly groaned, her face turned pale and her expression was painful.

Even so, she still did not stop, staggering step by step towards the wordless tablet soul.

Seeing this, the wordless tablet soul panicked, why was his manipulative spell not working well.

In fact, it's not that it's not easy to use, but that the crazy woman is fighting with her life.

"Master, why are you so flustered?" The Yin Ling Holy Mother's mouth was bleeding, and she was smiling sinisterly.

"Perhaps, you and I can make a deal." The wordless tablet soul pretended to be calm and retreated as he spoke.

Zheng!

What responded to him was the sound of a sword.

The Holy Mother of Yin Ling rushed forward and slashed with her sword.

ah...!

The scream of the wordless tablet soul is like the wail of a fierce ghost.

He wanted to get up, but he was too injured and was unable to do so.

"brute."

"brute."

"brute."

The Holy Mother of Yin Ling went a little crazy, and she screamed every time she slashed with her sword.

The last surviving member of the Seven Heavenly Evils holds a grudge and keeps his word.

She really chopped up her master and turned him into a pile of rotten flesh.

Even so, she still didn't give up, holding the blood sword and slashing again and again.

It's a pity that the soul of the wordless tablet killed the emperor, but fell into the hands of his own slaves.

Go!

The dark night could not block the path of the Tang army's charge.

The rebels fled all night, and they pursued them all night.

ah...!

King Wei's howl was not a scream, but a roar from his soul.

He still resented God and the hailstorm that ruined his future.

stop!

As dawn approached, Marshal Canglong was the first to rein in his horse.

Thirty thousand armored cavalry, like him, stopped chasing.

Looking into the distance, a huge ancient city comes into view.

That was Dengzhou City, and the fleeing rebels were pouring in like a tide.

"withdraw."

Marshal Canglong gave the order and without a second thought, he immediately withdrew his troops.

Can it be done without withdrawing? With only 30,000 troops, the city cannot be captured.

When King Wei really catches his breath, 30,000 cavalry will not be enough to fill his teeth.

"A big win."

The return journey was accompanied by laughter and laughter.

This battle is a great victory with less to win more!

None of them knew how many rebels they had killed.

What is certain is that in a short period of time, the King of Wei was unable to go south.

This is all due to Zhao Zilong and the big hailstorm he got from nowhere.

Compared to the laughter and laughter of the iron cavalry, the current atmosphere in Wuzhou City is extremely depressing.

The princess was dead, and when the Ouchi guards found her, she had already passed away.

There were also seven sons in Yunzhong. Except for the seventh son Yun Lan, all the others were buried.

"child."

When Xiao Yuxian heard the news, she held the late emperor's memorial tablet and cried with tears streaming down her face.

Bad news! In just a few days, she not only lost her husband, but also a daughter.

Someone cried.

Some people are happy.

Like the gods in the world, they breathed a long sigh of relief at this moment.

The rumbling sound has been extinguished, and there is no more lightning and thunder in the void.

Be more peaceful! Who the **** can bear the big earthquakes that happen every three days?

The lively starry sky gradually turned quiet, and the great gods went into retreat for meditation.

"I'm back."

Fuyao whispered, and disappeared like a dream.

The God of Hades and the Divine Dragon Daoist looked at each other and started to return home. This starry sky has a very unique charm. Even after the three great gods left, another Supreme One came. It was a goddess. She walked and stopped, looking left and right, as if she was looking for something. She clearly should calamity

Here, why don’t we see the reincarnation of heaven?

"Zhao Zilong, Li Zhaoyang."

Her muttering was accompanied by a trance-like state of mind.

But her identity destined them to be extremely embarrassed when they met again. Draw a sword? Till death? Or a hug? Tell us about the past?