gate of eternity

This pain came for no reason.

"The art of disgust."

Luna said lightly, already opened his eyes, and knew where the problem was.

The art of disgust?

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and roared, since he had heard of this spell, it was also a kind of witchcraft, extremely evil, and it was a good witchcraft of Yin people.

This method is not difficult to understand.

It is nothing more than making a small puppet, writing the person's name on it, and then engraving the person's birth date, supplemented by a spell, and you can hurt people. You can use needles, burn them, or chop them with knives. It all depends on the performer. Few people know about it.

According to the elders, this witchcraft has long been lost.

He also only heard.

It's the first time I've seen you tonight, and, moreover, it's still the one who got slapped.

Well!

The injury came again, his whole body was in unbearable pain, it seemed that there were countless Gu worms eating his flesh and bones, his whole body trembled from the pain, and the pain was even worse.

"who is it."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet.

"Southeast." Luna reminded.

Whoosh!

Hearing this, Zhao Yun felt like a black shadow leaping down the hill, bearing the severe pain, running through the forest, really wanted to see who was plotting against him.

Pull it out and die forever.

At night, the mountains and forests are dark and the cool wind blows, making it a lot more gloomy.

During this period, Zhao Yun kept coughing up blood.

The caster must have hated him very much, his teeth were itching with hatred, and he wanted to torture him to death. It took only a short while, and I don't know how many vicious methods were used. Most of the puppet in the man's hand has been poked. It was devastated.

At an unknown moment, he froze.

Not far away is a cave, and the so-called caster is inside.

Here, the little spirit beads are already shining.

Zhao Yun used his martial soul to sense, and he could smell the breath of martial arts, which seemed to be faintly visible. He must be a mage who practiced witchcraft. At the peak of the true spirit, most of the witchcraft has not been practiced well, and he has not been killed so far.

There is also distance.

Those who have mastered the art of disgusting victory can kill people invisibly from thousands of miles away. This person is almost at a disadvantage. Only within a certain range can he use the art of disgusting victory.

If not, he would not be so easy to find.

"get out."

Zhao Yun shouted violently, using his soul to control the sword, Zi Xiao shot into the cave like a purple light.

lb!

The sound of metal collisions came from the hole, which was crisp and pleasant.

"Good boy."

Then the faint laughter sounded, the voice was hoarse and very old.

Zhao Yun looked around, and the man came out of the cave.

It was a hunchbacked old man, skinny and skinny, and he was using a cane. On the cane, there was a fist-sized skull, which looked creepy.

It is indeed the art of disgust.

Look at the old man holding a small puppet in his hand, the puppet represents Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yun's name and birth date are engraved on it.

"Never seen."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure he didn't recognize that guy.

"It's not easy for you to find this old man." The corners of the hunchbacked old man's mouth were slightly raised, like a ghost crawling out of hell, with green eyes shining.

"Who sent you here?" Zhao Yun said coldly.

"Fierce ghosts seduce souls, and impermanence demands their lives."

Before the hunchbacked old man could speak, he heard Jie Jie's laughter, and then there was the rattling sound of iron chains, like two swimming snakes, flying from the darkness, strange runes were engraved on the iron chains, rattling Sound can confuse people.

"There are people."

Zhao Yun squinted his eyes slightly, and fled away. The iron chains entangled with him were not ordinary iron chains. Once they were locked, they would definitely be devoured. .

To be able to avoid the perception of the little Lingzhu and his martial soul, the other party definitely has a secret treasure of concealment, which is obviously planned in advance, this is a premeditated assassination.

During this period, he once glanced at Luna.

Luna seemed to be okay, he seemed to know about it, but he didn't remind him.

He is used to this scene.

As long as it is within the scope of his response, Luna will not remind. If it is from the Tibetan realm, then the girl will be more active than anyone else.

Zheng!

Before Zhao Yun landed, he heard the sound of a sword. In the darkness, a slender and black long sword pierced out. The tip of the sword glowed with a cold light. It was a deadly sword.

"I really think highly of me."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, wanting to dodge to avoid it.

Certainly!

There was another soft scolding, and there was still someone in the dark who cast a fixing spell.

open!

Zhao Yun's true energy was raging, and he forcibly broke through the fixing curse. At this moment, the killing sword had arrived, and it was only two or three inches away from the center of his eyebrows. Before he was hit, the power of the sword had already pierced his flesh. If he was stabbed, he would be killed on the spot Be lore.

roll!

In the blink of an eye, he yelled loudly and performed the sonic secret art of dragons singing and tigers roaring. The high-pitched sound of dragons singing was very overbearing. The main reason was that his spirit transformed into a martial soul. This method can also be regarded as a martial soul attack. The secret book, roared out powerfully, a piece of vegetation fell on the spot, and the roared broken pieces flew.

Well!

There was a muffled groan in the dark, which was about to be pierced with a sword, but because of Zhao Yun's voice, he was shocked on the spot and forced out of his real body.

It was a young man in a blood-clothed suit who was hit by a roar of dragons and tigers. He didn't feel very good. He staggered a step before he stabilized his figure. His mind was buzzing constantly, and there was still blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was an assassin. It is a one-hit kill, not good at melee combat, and has high attack and low defense, which is why he was injured.

"What a powerful sonic secret technique."

The blood-clothed youth sneered, it’s not that he has never been attacked by sound waves, but in the realm of true spirits, Zhao Yun is definitely the first to be able to use such power. .

"It's really a difficult master."

The other two also showed up.

It's really worthy of a ghost haunting the soul, impermanence is life-threatening, it really is one white and one black, it is not an exaggeration to call it black and white impermanence, it is Zhao Yun's state of mind, seeing these two people, there is a gust of cool breeze behind them. The appearance was so ghastly that he couldn't help thinking that those two people were really impermanent people from the underworld, and whoever died would go to the other's house.

Don't worry, there is a fifth person.

It was an old woman, also leaning on crutches, and she was the one who cast the body-fixing spell just now, a master of support, because of her, Zhao Yun was almost killed by a sword.

"Rashomon's?"

Zhao Yun said indifferently, it was mainly because of the body-holding spell, he was assassinated by Rashomon last time, and he also fell under the body-holding spell, and this time again, it is probably not a coincidence, it seems that these five people have long been in their respective fields, obviously It was a five-member assassination team. In terms of lineup, it was much larger than last time. All of them were at the peak of true spirits, especially Bai Wuchang, who had already half-stepped into the Xuanyang realm.

"Boy, you know a lot!"

The hunchbacked old man gave a sinister smile. He believed that Zhao Yun could not escape, so he did not hide it. A dead person would not go out and talk nonsense. Five-on-one, there is no reason why the one-armed Zhao Yun couldn't be killed.

"With such a lineup, please spend a lot of money!"

Zhao Yun said with a smile, it would be good if he could figure out the mastermind behind it, since it would be easy to know who was plotting against him.

"Who did you offend, I don't know?" Hei Wuchang sneered.

"I've messed with a lot of people."

Zhao Yun said lightly, any hostile clan is possible.

Take people's money, and their people will eliminate disasters.

This is what Rashomon is doing. As long as there is enough money, the emperor of Daxia dares to assassinate. This shows how crazy this assassin organization is.

"Stop talking nonsense and kill."

The hunchbacked old man said lightly that he should be the leader of this gang of killers.

After saying that, he took the steel needle and inserted it between the little puppet's eyebrows.

Well!

Zhao Yun let out a low moan, and suddenly felt that the center of his brow was pierced like an iron drill.

Zheng!

The blood-clothed youth drew out his sword instantly, piercing Changhong with one stroke.

Zhao Yun's body was like the wind, and he easily dodged it. He saw Black and White Impermanence head-on, one left and one right, and the iron chain he held was like a swimming snake, entangled towards him.

Zhao Yun wanted to hide, but the old woman's body-fixing curse came again.

At this moment, the iron chain approached him and locked his right hand and left foot. As he expected, he had the illusory ability to devour true essence. Moreover, he was still in a trance after being locked by the iron chain. It was indeed aimed at the spirit, thanks to him. The spirit transformed into a martial soul, otherwise, this blow would be enough to drink a pot.

"ended."

Black and white impermanence smiled, and grabbed the iron chain tightly, trying to tear Zhao Yun in half.

"By you?"

Zhao Yun sneered, using his soul to control the sword, Long Yuan and Zi Xiao came out together, Zi Xiao cut off the iron chain, Long Yuan smashed towards Hei Wuchang, the sword was too heavy, and the air buzzed when it hit.

"Can you still control the sword without making a formula?"

Hei Wuchang was surprised, Zhao Yun's right hand was locked, and he didn't see him pinching his hands. Why did these two swords attack, did they attack by themselves?

Without thinking too much, he fled back on the spot, he was playing support, he could fight but he couldn't resist, seeing how fierce this sword is, if he got hit by a blow, he would be paralyzed.

Zheng!

The Zixiao sword was reversed and cut off Bai Wuchang's iron chain.

"Certainly."

"Determine your sister."

The old woman cast the spell again.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work very well.

The moment before he fixed his body, Zhao Yun dodged it with Fengshen Step, and his whole body was covered with body-protecting essence.

In this way, the holding spell is invalid.

Chapter 117: Luo Shengtuan Destroyed

"Where to go?"

The blood-haired youth attacked, and his sword shot out in all directions.

His speed is not weak, but Zhao Yun is faster, only catches an afterimage of Zhao Yun.

"Immortal, take your life."

Zhao Yun yelled, ignoring the blood-clothed youth, the old woman, and the black and white, and directly attacked the hunchbacked old man. There was a puppet in his hand, and he used the technique of disgusting victory from beginning to end. With him around, he was always injured, and fighting was not easy.

The hunchbacked old man sneered and retreated back to the cave.

When Zhao Yun arrived, it happened that black mist gushed out of the cave.

It is poisonous fog.

Moreover, in the poisonous mist, there are also Gu insects that are like flies.

"very good."

Zhao Yunfei backed away, protecting his body with beast fire.