Eternal Gate

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun let out a cold snort and rushed up into the sky.

The white crane spreads its wings, and the illusory feathers evolve, like a storm and rain slashing down from the sky. The Tianwu-level attack is still very domineering, and each feather is like a sharp steel knife.

Zhao Yun flies to his side to defend with his soul sword.

And he, with a Zhuxian Jue, soaring into the sky and piercing the clouds.

The white crane was bleeding, and the left wing was split into a **** ravine. It didn't fly well in one step. It staggered in the air. The blood ravine on the wing healed quickly, and the restoring power was extremely strong.

It was so injured that it angered it.

Seeing its trembling body again, it flapped its wings, and a **** sea of ​​fire rolled down. It was not a real flame. It should be a form of mystery, like a cloud of fire covering the sky, Zhao Yun charged too fast , And even didn't stop the car, hit a board, and was overwhelmed by the flames on the spot.

"Good for you."

Zhao Yun let out a low groan, and the blood was wiped out in pieces.

This is a very extraordinary mount, with a Heavenly Martial Class. As expected, it's not looking at it. If nothing else, it is said that this sea of ​​unreal flames carries an innate power of destruction.

Quack!

Seeing that Zhao Yun was trapped, Bai He opened his mouth and vomited a **** glow.

The blood glow turned into a sword glow, which was extremely lethal, and the air that was wiped off burst into flames.

"Come here!"

Zhao Yun snarled coldly and changed the world.

The two exchanged positions on the spot, and the white crane fell into the sea of ​​flames, and the infected body was full of black smoke. Before it could stand firmly, it was hit by the **** glow that it spit out for a moment, and was almost smashed by a single blow.

Attack his shield with his spear.

Zhao Yun's method of changing heaven and earth is definitely a good way to deceive people.

Quack!

The white crane's scream was so tyrannical that he forcibly jumped out of the fire.

In the previous moment, Zhao Yun had already bent his bow and set an arrow; and in this moment, the bolt of thunder had already been reached.

puff!

This **** light is particularly dazzling.

The white crane that had just jumped out of the fire was pierced by an arrow.

Not over yet.

After Thunder Arrow, there is Yujian Feixian.

Swords all over the sky screamed, and the smashed white cranes flew across the blood and bones. What about the Tianwu-class flying mount? It was far from an opponent to the Saint Son of the Heavenly Sect. After three or five moves, he was beaten without seeing a bird.

Once again, Zhao Yun underestimated the bird.

Xu was pressed into a hurry, Baihe actually moved a taboo, and there was a phantom on his body, a human-shaped phantom, extremely large, like an old man, the one born was called a fairy-style dao bone, Tianwu-level. Qi Yun traversed all directions, and even this vast sky was crushed and trembled.

"Mr Shangyang?"

Zhao Yun saw it, his eyes narrowed for a moment.

After a closer look, it looks like it is a real Shangyang, but it is not the deity, but a phantom, carved on the body of the white crane in the form of a brand, and can be summoned to fight if necessary, a one-time secret method.

"Why does he want to block me?"

Zhao Yun slapped Shangyang Xuying with a clanging drink.

Even the White Crane was also knocked down into the void, a certain amount of shock, this quasi-world realm is too strong, its Tianwu mount is actually invincible, and even the master's phantom guard is useless.

Just kidding, that is the Son of Heavenly Sect.

Not to mention a phantom, even if the Yang deity came to kiss, Zhao Yun could not miss it as well.

"ended."

Zhao Yun, together with Zhuxian Jue, descended from the sky.

The white crane, who was still struggling, was pierced between the eyebrows by a sword.

Proper lore.

I was depressed and melancholy to see the look of Baihe before his death.

The mount of the real Shangyang! Tianwu-level people are more noble than the identity of the ancestors of the same line, and they are usually above the top. Whoever dares to provoke in the Southern Territory is actually buried in the hands of a Zhuntian.

Zhao Yun's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he collected the white crane and went straight to one side.

The battle on the punch line has not yet ended. Although the black-clothed old man is blind, he has good background and is not stupid. He does not dare to face the punch line. He just wants to escape, and the speed is extremely fast.

"Real people won't let you go."

This guy was very restless, and he didn't forget to howl when he ran away.

For this number, Young Master Zhao is usually extremely fierce. He chased him up in three or two steps, swung his sword and unloaded one of his arms, and after the punch line, the blood of the black-robed old man exploded.

"You have a good journey, too."

Zhao Yun said lightly, another big Luotian hand.

The black-robed old man couldn't hold it, was beaten into a pool of flesh and blood, and died very depressed. He ran all the way to help give the betrothal gift, but he was besieged and killed, and he was unprepared.

Zhao Yun hastily cleaned up the battlefield, turned and left.

It took a long time to see someone passing by this world. Seeing that the sea was stained with a lot of blood, the eyebrows were raised slightly. Not long ago, was there a big battle? Is it another murderous act? This speculation is reliable, and the dead sea is like a barren mountain, a good place to kill people and make more money.

When Zhao Yun returned to the island, night had fallen.

Seeing him come back, Qianqiu City powerhouses on the island collectively stood up.

"The pot...the stew."

Zhao Gongzi's voice, howling domineeringly leaked.

The eyes of the powerhouses were strange when they listened.

When Zhao Yun moved out of Baihe, the friends were shocked and could not stand firm.

"This is... a Tianwu-class white crane?"

"The old man counts, Shang Yang's mount."

"This should be Lin Rong, Shangyang's grandson."

The powerhouses gathered in a group, chattering, or say they were the saint son of Tianzong, they made a big move, tied the most beloved grandson of Shangyang Zhenren, and even the mount was brought together.

Set the pot.

stew.

The old guys were so energetic, they all rolled their sleeves.

One of the people present was counted as one. Except for the servant in the sky, no one had ever eaten a Tianwu-class mount. Zhao Yun had a good heart, and brought them such a game, which is a bird tonic.

In the mountains and forests, suddenly became lively.

There is a clear division of labor between the strong, the fire is the fire, the pot is the pot, and the person is holding the magic knife. The atmosphere is a harmonious atmosphere, mainly because the mood is good, and the mount of Shangyang, it is good to think about it.

"You haven't been idle these few days!"

Zhao Yun carried the jug and walked around in the woods.

Crooked neck tree! There is no shortage on this island. There are a lot of figures hanging on this island, some he has seen and some he hasn’t seen, but they all have one thing in common. They are all his enemies. After being tied up, they should After a beating, my nose and face were swollen, and there were footprints all over my body.

Hmm... these are meat tickets.

He was very conscious and hung up Lin Rong.

By the way, Lin Rong also stuffed a collector's edition...stinky sock in Lin Rong's mouth.

"What happened to the Eight Buddhas?" Cang Qiong asked.

"There is one in the **** door, I have stolen it." Zhao Yun took a deep breath, "The corpse clan doesn't have one."

"This....."

"It's okay, the last one has a clue."

"That's good."

Before long, the fragrance of meat filled the mountains and forests.

The white crane of Tianwu class, its fleshy quality is called delicious.

With the master chef Zhao Gongzi, the flavor is better when supplemented with condiments.

"Then who... ate meat."

Zhao Yun shouted at the island next to him.

The so-called so-called, refers to the ghost face Yama and the many assassins.

"Not hungry."

The ghost face Yan Luo replied casually, Zhengxiang lying on the rock sleeping.

Few people take care of the Zhongtian word-level killer, just like someone who has never eaten meat before.

"Tianwu-class stewed goose."

Zhao Yun's voice leaked domineeringly.

Okay! As soon as these words came out, the ghost face Yan Luo turned over and got up. He ran faster than a rabbit, and there was a killer of all the heavens. He was also a numb leg and foot, and they all brought their own bowls and chopsticks.

"Where did it come from."

The ghost face Yan Luo is the fastest, seeing a few big pots of stew, his eyes are shining.

The Tianzi-level killer was also curious, the Tianwu-level stewed goose hadn't really been eaten.

"Shangyang's mount."

The three elders of the Demon Family smiled and solved their doubts.

All the assassins, including the ghost face Yan Luo, gave a thumbs up to Young Master Zhao, you guys are really awesome! Really **** nature! The mount that Ren Shangyang has worked so hard to raise has been around for a hundred years, and finally reached the Tianwu level, and then it will be stewed by people?

"Began to eat."

Zhao Yun ignored it, and had already taken out the rice bowl.

The crowds were not polite, and surrounded a large group.

Hmm... it tastes great, and it tastes even better with a sip of wine.

"This kid...he's not bad."

Rashomon’s assassin came to say this.

For this reason, Guimian Yan Luo also specially brought out the little book, and it was another dragon flying and phoenix: a certain year, a certain month, and a certain person asked us to eat stewed goose... There is a small label: Tianwu-class stewed goose.

Perhaps they will regret it in the future.

Because Zhao Gongzi’s meal...it’s expensive.

"Why don't you see the devil."

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine and looked around the crowd.

In addition to the devil, there are still many elders missing at the scene, and I don't know where to go for a stroll.

"Go kidnapping." Everyone laughed.

"Then you know, where the nine-tailed fox cub is." Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"Nine-tailed fox... cub?"

The strong people listened and collectively raised their eyes.

Seeing a scene, Zhao Gongzi couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

The devil’s confidential work is so awkward that his family don’t know it?

"Don't stop me, the old man can still eat a bowl."

"How many bowls are you, really **** for dinner?"

"There are more people and less meat!"

The mountains and forests at night are still noisy.

For some reason, everyone's appetite tonight is exceptionally large.

There are too many people and little meat. Not to mention a white crane, and another cart can be eaten. Tianwu-level birds, after eating this meal, they don't have a meal, and they have to eat a few bowls.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Even the little unicorn beast is especially joyous.

It is worthy of being a stewed goose of Tianwu level, it is indeed a great tonic, a few bowls of broth, there are waves of steam all over the body, there are so few people, the cultivation base is still diligent.

"Where did you go."

Zhao Yun climbed to the top of the mountain and called the demon with a messenger.

In the middle of the night, there was no response from the devil, and the other people called the same.

This gave everyone an ominous premonition, that kid won't fall into the pit!

Or say that it is my own family, one guess is accurate.

The devil really fell into the pit, to be precise, he was trapped in a sea of ​​fog.

That’s right, it’s the sea of ​​fog that has nurtured spiritual intelligence and is still full of the world. I went to Dayuan and ran back to the southern region. It was a coincidence that the devil slammed into it. , Are you scolding your mother inside at the moment? As I walked, I stumbled into the foggy sea.

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There are chapters to come later.