gate of eternity

When Zhao Yun opened his eyes, he didn't even spit out a turbid breath, but just a domineering sneeze. It must be that many people are thinking about him again, and, at this moment, they are gathering together to scold him?

Zhao Yun rubbed his nose, turned over, jumped up, and stretched fiercely.

After studying in the middle of the night, he has already gained a little superficial understanding of the formula of longevity.

puff!

He used a dagger to draw a bloody gully on his arm.

Then, he performed the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity.

A miraculous scene appeared, the bloody knife marks healed instantly.

"Miao, it's really wonderful." Zhao Yun closed his eyes and felt it quietly.

When running the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity, there seemed to be a kind of magical power in his body, which he defined as the power of regeneration, which could heal the wounds on his body in an extremely short period of time.

In terms of resilience, it is far from being able to compare with the Sutra of Yijin Jing.

The secret technique is different, and the ability of the main attack is also different.

For example, the Sutra of Washing Marrow and Changing Tendons is used to exercise the body, but it comes with some recovery power, such as Wanfa Changsheng Jue, which is about regeneration. If it is used for body training, it will definitely not work well.

puff!puff!

Afterwards, he tried many times, drawing blood gullies one after another.

If there are outsiders here, they will be surprised, wondering if this guy has a tendency to self-harm.

Do an experiment!When it's time to self-harm, you have to self-harm.

The bloodstains drawn by Zhao Yun, whether deep or shallow, will recover in the first instant.

He has a bold guess:

If one arm is unscrewed, it can also be regenerated with the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity.

However, he doesn't dare to try it now, because this method has not yet been enlightened, and he still has its essence. If an arm is really taken off, if it can't regenerate, wouldn't it be nonsense?

"Wang Yang, you can't practice the Ten Thousand Laws of Longevity!"

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, during that night fight, he really saw Wang Yang's recovery power, oh no, it should not be recovery power, it should be a kind of regenerative power, otherwise, he wouldn't have fought so hard.

"Even if it's not, there must be something similar."

Zhao Yun touched his chin. There are many branches of the demon clan, and there are always one or two outstanding ones. They not only have extremely strong amplification power, but also have terrible regenerative power. However, the method of cultivation is a bit bloody, like Wang Yang. , It is to use the blood of living people to increase the magic power.

Gathering his thoughts, he continued to comprehend.

There is one point that he doesn't quite understand.

Since it is the power of regeneration, why is it called Wanfa Longevity Jue, it is more accurate to call it Wanfa Regeneration Jue!After thinking about it, I felt relieved. Although I have obtained this method, I haven't realized it thoroughly. What I have learned is only a drop in the ocean. Maybe, if I practice this method to a great extent, I may really be able to live forever.

If so, he could live many more years.

This time when he comprehended the immortal law, he was completely immersed in it, as if he had fallen asleep.

In other words, he really fell asleep and had a nightmare, with sweat on his forehead, a look of pain between his brows, and a lot of muffled groans, as if he was trapped in a dream, but he couldn't wake up when he wanted to.

In the dark, he seemed to see the giant door that lifted the sky again, which was farther away than a dream.

In the dark, he seemed to see another ray of light. To be precise, it was a figure from the back that seemed real and illusory, covered with eternal colors, stepping on the boundless illusory, flying towards the giant gate that lifted the sky.

"If I die, then you come."

In the dark, there is also such an ancient and vicissitudes of speech, which seems to have crossed the long river of time, with a hint of hoarse hope, like a curse, lingering in his ears for a long time.

Well!

Luna, who was in seclusion, let out a low moan, and her soul and body became distorted unbearably.

In Zhao Yun's consciousness, she seemed to be able to see what Zhao Yun could see; he seemed to be able to hear what Zhao Yun could hear, and the ancient and vicissitudes of life made her heart tremble.

"Across time and space?" Luna murmured, staring at Misty in a daze.

Chapter 345 It's All About Me

Ah!

With a sudden roar, Zhao Yun suddenly sat up, panting heavily.

This nightmare lasted long enough that even if I woke up, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and illusion.

His pair should be deep, but so far there is still a hint of confusion hidden.

"Who is he?"

This murmur was only audible to him.

In addition to the last time, I have dreamed of it twice.

The towering gate, the vicissitudes of words, and the eternal back seem to exist only in an illusory dream, and they seem to have been engraved in his soul, and they will always be staged with him inadvertently.

"Who is he?" Luna also asked.

Then, it should be an ancient god, and it is far stronger than her. Just a few words made her tremble. What she wondered was the relationship between that god and Zhao Yun.

"It's almost out, give me this one."

Luna's cheeks were pale, and he sat down staggeringly, clutching his waist again.

To be honest, the injury was not serious, if it wasn't for the protection of the gods, otherwise, most of them would have been out of their wits. Since the injury was not serious, they had to retreat again to restore the soul power and recuperate the injury.

Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Zhao Yun.

This kid is really not an ordinary person!

"What a strange dream."

Here, Zhao Yun has regained consciousness, muttering continuously.

He didn't know when, he put away his thoughts, pinched the seal and performed spiritism.

quack!

Zhao Yun was delighted to hear this hissing.

After so many days, the psychic communication finally disappeared, and the golden-winged roc was finally summoned.

The Dapeng at this moment is really extraordinary.

I haven't seen it for a long time. It has lost its messy hair, and its whole body is covered with golden feathers, especially its eyes, which are as sharp as a sword. It must have been Nirvana once. The golden blood energy contains surging vitality.

In addition, the size of Dapeng is quite a bit bigger than before.

quack!

Dapeng neighed again, in excitement, rubbing its furry head against Zhao Yun's body, as if he hadn't seen him for a day, like three autumns, let alone so many days, he was almost killed by a magic wheel blood sacrifice Huang Quan.

"Walk."

Zhao Yun smiled and climbed onto Dapeng's back.

The Dapeng neighed, like a golden light, soaring into the sky. During the period, it kept croaking. It must be thinking about what Zhao Yun was talking about. Its cry was unknown to others. Zhao Yun, who was connected with each other, naturally understood it. Dapeng is expressing its joy.

Not long after, the roc flew out of the forest.

Zhao Yun identified the direction, found the river, and searched for Wang Zha all the way.

The difference is that this time, he searched from south to north. After all, the Xinzong Grand Competition is approaching, but it can't be too far away from Tianzong. He has to go back to participate in the competition, and needs the refreshing pill to save Liu Ruxin.

There are many tributaries of the big river, even if you look down from the sky, it is not easy to find people.

As before, he was not sure where Wang Zha was washed away, let alone whether Wang Zha was still alive.

It's another sky.

Dapeng hovered in the void, while Zhao Yun lowered his eyes and looked down.

There was no one in sight.

Looking at it, he couldn't help turning his eyes sideways. There was no one below, but there were people in the air.

Looking as far as I could, I could see a blood-colored cloud flying around. To be precise, it was a big vulture, a blood-red vulture that was all over red.

"Mountain of corpses."

Zhao Yun's eyes almost narrowed into lines, and he recognized who it was.

A member of the Naishi tribe, he had seen him in the Yinyue Wang Tomb, and he used Hongyuan's identity to frighten him away. Unexpectedly, he met here again. He didn't need to ask, and he knew that that guy had gone to pick up people's ancestral graves again.

In addition to the mountain of corpses, there is another person on the back of the blood sculpture.

It was a young man in black, sitting cross-legged like a statue.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun wanted to run away.

Don't blame him for this, just because he is the devil, the holy son of the devil family.

That day, the one who murdered Huadu with the magic wheel blood sacrifice on Mingyue Ancient City Street was the one who chased and killed him. The round blood sacrifice, that strange black flame, once ignited, it will burn endlessly.

He recognized it, and Dapeng himself recognized it.

Just because he recognized the devil, Dapeng's eyes had a cold light.

After receiving a blood sacrifice from the magic wheel, it was almost buried, and it took many days to recover before it healed.

"The Corpse Clan and the Demon Clan joined forces?" Zhao Yun murmured in his heart.

It is enough to be surprised to see the mountain of corpses, but there are still demons, and they are all together.

quack!

When I was watching, the blood eagle had arrived, and Dapeng's eyes were full of bloodthirsty and fierceness.

Shi Shan glanced sideways slightly, glanced at Zhao Yun, and then at Dapeng. He could see how extraordinary Dapeng was, and he could also see how extraordinary Zhao Yun was. This junior was by no means an ordinary true spirit realm.

The Mozi coiled beside him also opened his eyes for a moment.

When he saw Zhao Yun, Mozi couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking he had seen it somewhere.

Whoosh!

The blood eagle was as fast as lightning, spreading its wings across the sky.

"Not two alliances."

Zhao Yun pondered for a while, and passed by for a moment, seeing some clues.

The reason why Mozi didn't move cross-legged was not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't move. He must have been banned by the mountain of corpses. If he expected correctly, it was the mountain of corpses who caught Mozi. The corpse puppet, or, is to press some secrets passed down by the Demon Family.

The three of them are enemies of each other.

Now, one of them grabs the other, which is interesting.

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Looking back at Zhao Yun, Dapeng was connected with each other and flew high.

quack!

Not long after escaping, he heard a neighing sound behind him.

But the blood eagle turned back again, and the mountain of corpses sitting cross-legged on it got up, with gloomy eyes and a sinister smile, staring at Zhao Yun and Dapeng.

In the barren mountains and wild mountains, a murderer is coming.

Zhao Yun also stood up, and stuck two speed-moving talismans on Dapeng's body.

The mountain of corpses is the pinnacle of Ksitigarbha, and there are two Ksitigarbha puppets, so there are three Ksitigarbha puppets.

He couldn't fight, so he had to run away.

"Junior, where are you going in a hurry?"

Shishan smiled teasingly, and flicked his hands were also two speed-moving talismans.

Whoosh!

Xuanyang's peak-level blood sculpture is extremely fast.

In just three or two moments, the distance was shortened to only a few dozen feet.

At the same moment, a bolt of lightning flashed out from the corpse mountain's eyes, aiming at Dapeng.

Shoot people first shoot horses.