gate of eternity

"What do you say?"

"I don't know." Prajna said softly.

She thought that she had never met Ji Hen before joining Tianzong, so where did the enmity come from, since Tianzong first met her, this little junior brother was full of hostility, as if he wanted to kill her father.

There is also the Xinzong Grand Competition.

Before their duel, Ji Hen asked her an inexplicable question.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

If you kill someone, you should go to several layers of hell.

So far, she still doesn't know the meaning of Zhao Yun's words.

Zhao Yun sat there cross-legged, so he had to have a good chat with Prajna.

"Another old friend."

Before he could open his mouth, he heard Moon God's sudden words.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows and took the binoculars casually.

If it wasn't for a special old friend, Luna would not have reminded him.

When he looked at it, he saw a bloody light.

It was a small village, it must have been robbed, and the screams were very noisy.

The roc spread its wings and was fast enough.

Unfortunately, it was still too late, and all I saw were corpses in disorder.

The dead all have the same characteristic: they have become mummies, they must have been sucked into mummies.

"So ruthless." Zhao Yun said coldly.

"So ruthless." Prajna's cheeks turned pale.

Mentally as firm as the two of them, they couldn't help trembling.

Not long ago, these were all living beings, but now they are all mummified corpses. No matter if they are old people or infants, they are all slaughtered. This is a hidden and pure land, but it has been killed by life and death. In hell, pools of blood are full of wronged souls.

"Beautiful blood."

There was unscrupulous laughter in the depths of the village, and the murderer hadn't left yet.

Zhao Yun had sensed it and was heading towards that direction. He saw a blood-cloaked man in the distance. The evil spirit was raging and his blood hair was flying, like a Shura or a demon head, covered in blood all over his body.

"How is it possible?" Zhao Yun couldn't believe it.

It's not his fault, it's just because he recognizes the devil: Wang Yang.

That's right, it's Wang Yang, Wang Yang, the young master of Wang's family in Wanggu City.

If the devil is here, he must also recognize that Wang Yang is the holy son of the devil's cave.

"How is it possible?" Zhao Yun frowned even deeper.

That night, he had clearly blown Wang Yang to pieces.

Can those forms be resurrected?

Facts have proved that they can indeed be resurrected. Not only have they been resurrected, but they are still doing horrific things. For example, in this village, I don’t know how many people were slaughtered, and how many innocent people were buried in Wang Yang’s hands.

When he looked, Wang Yang also turned around.

He recognized Wang Yang, and Wang Yang himself recognized him.

That night, it was also such a small village, and it was also full of creatures that were sucked into mummies. The two of them met once, and they even had a big fight. It was this little martial artist in front of him who blasted him to death. His body was broken to pieces, if not for the inheritance of the Indestructible Demon Lord, he would have probably been buried.

"It's you again." Wang Yang gritted his teeth.

"Senior Sister Banruo, this person looks familiar to you." Zhao Yun said lightly.

Chapter 464 Buddha's Regret

"Wang Wangyang?" Prajna was stunned.

"Miss Prajna has a good memory." Wang Yang smiled faintly, revealing two rows of white teeth. He should be grateful to Prajna, if not for Prajna's rescue, he would have died long ago; Inheritance, let alone being the holy son of the Devil's Nest, this is a forging against the sky, and this feeling of being superior is really wonderful.

Prajna turned pale.

What kind of person did she save, a ghost?murderer?Big devil?

"The killing intent is too heavy, and it is difficult to achieve a positive result."

"Let the knife cut down and become a Buddha."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

"I'm curious, which one will the senior sister say at this time."

Zhao Yun's words were all plain, and he really wanted the Buddhist family to give an accurate answer.

The mouth of Prajna Jade is slightly opened, like a stick in the throat.

She can hear Zhao Yun's words; she can also see the struggle of innocent souls.

Pursuing sentient beings, the Buddhist ambition she upholds has been shaken for the first time.

"Your compassion has disturbed the cause and effect of others. Even if the Buddha's light fills the world, it will not be able to extinguish the neighing of wronged souls. Under the peaceful Buddha's voice, there is wailing blood." Zhao Yun clanged each word, each word, The imposing manner climbed one point, opened the Qilin, and also opened the magic way.

Before, I didn't know that Wang Yang was still alive, and thought that everything was over. Now that I know, there is no reason to let it go. Whether it is to avoid future troubles forever, or to do justice for the sky, Wang Yang must die.

"Destroy my demon body, I don't have to leave today."

Wang Yang let out a sinister laugh, swept the rolling Mosha, and slapped it with his palm.

Zhao Yun did not retreat but advanced, Regret Shan punched him forward.

boom!

When the fists and palms collided, a bloody light exploded out, and a layer of halo spread, dispelling the blood wind, and also knocked Prajna back, and even the roc hovering in mid-air was overturned by the momentum.

Look at both sides of the battle.

Wang Yang stood still.

But Zhao Yun took half a step back, the bone in his fist was cracked, and there was still blood flowing between his palms and fingers. The first blow was hard, and he lost the wind.

It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, it was that Wang Yang was too scary.

Since that night, I don’t know how many innocent people’s blood I’ve swallowed, I don’t know how much magic power I’ve bless, just fighting for strength, Wang Yang is above him, and his cultivation is also climbing all the way, reaching the peak of Xuanyang, I really don’t know Wang Yang What kind of magic power has been cultivated, and what kind of inheritance is accepted. It is too terrifying. At such an age, such a cultivation level, and such strength, Wang Yangding is inseparable from the Demon Realm. Maybe it is just like the devil, it is a lineage inheritance Son of God.

"The power of regeneration, instant kill, so you are Tianzong Jihen." The corners of Wang Yang's mouth curled up slightly, and his scarlet eyes shone with tyrannical light. With his shape, he was really scarier than a ghost.

"I will never die." Zhao Yun sacrificed the Longyuan sword, and struck the sword with wind and thunder.

"It's really a good sword." Wang Yang smiled quietly, there were black magic patterns carved between his palms and fingers, he reached out with one hand, and grabbed the Longyuan sword. A strange magic power easily removed the power of Fenglei's sword.

Roar!

What followed was a loud dragon chant.

Wang Yang is also familiar with dragon swaying tails. A jet-black demon dragon circled around and knocked Zhao Yun over with one blow. Before Zhao Yun could freeze, he killed him like a ghost again. With a finger lingering in the magic light, he stabbed Zhao Yun between the eyebrows with great power. Strong, if hit, most will be lore.

"Get out!" Zhao Yun yelled and clanged, opened the body protection Tiangang, and shook Wang Yang to the ground.

"That's an absolute defense." Wang Yang laughed teasingly.

What responded to him was Zhao Yun's Zhuxian Jue.

The golden sword light is more lingering with a mysterious and yellow aura, and its penetrating power is extremely strong.

However, this blow was not enough in Wang Yang's eyes, and it was wiped out with a single palm.

"Give it to me."

Wang Yang snorted coldly, there was a billowing evil spirit surging, forming a sea of ​​evil spirits.

Zhao Yun, who had just been killed, was submerged as soon as he met him. The sea of ​​demons was strange, and there were many grievances hidden in it. The mournful wailing disturbed his mind. The most frightening thing was not this, but the magic power in the sea of ​​demons, which could completely destroy the true essence. He can devour the essence, his blood is as majestic as his, and his aura is instantly depressed. He is afraid that if he waits a few moments longer, he will be sucked into a mummified corpse.

break!

As soon as Zhao Yun drank the clang, he smashed the sea of ​​demons with a single strike, and jumped out like a dragon.

"seal up."

Although Wang Yang fell with one finger, a magic tower fell from the sky.

Zhao Yun wanted to leave, but the suction force of the magic tower was stronger, his body stagnated for a moment, covered by the magic tower on the spot, he could see flashes of thunder and lightning, and even black magic talismans flew, connecting into iron chains, locking Zhao Yun's hands and Feet also have the power to devour.

"open."

Zhao Yun scolded coldly, and forcibly performed the aura of Tianwu, shaking the magic tower to pieces.

"Tianwu?"

As Wang Yang stepped back, his expression was astonished, he didn't know that Zhao Yun could still show the power of heavenly martial arts, how could a person in the Xuanyang state cultivate such a secret method, because he didn't know, he was so excited, Zhao Yun in his eyes seemed to be no longer alone, It's a treasure, and when he captures it, he will squeeze out all the secrets, including the pill sea, the martial soul, and the power of regeneration.

"Tianwu?"

Prajna, who was still sealed, also murmured, not knowing that Zhao Yun was still hiding such a trump card. Compared with Zhao Yun, she shocked Wang Yang even more. How long has it been since the True Spirit Realm she saved in the past is already Xuanyang's most At the pinnacle, as well as his combat power, even Ji Hen, who was number one in the Xinzong, fell behind in front of him.

The more she was like this, the more she regretted it. She really saved a demon.

boom!

When she muttered, Zhao Yun spattered blood again, and Wang Yang pointed a finger, and a bloody hole was poked out in his chest. If he hadn't hidden in time, otherwise, what was pierced would be the heart of the gate of life.

"Weak, too weak."

Wang Yang grinned, and activated the terrifying secret technique again, he could see the sky, and a black vortex appeared, in the vortex, a magic hand came out, and Ling Tian grabbed Zhao Yun.

This method is somewhat similar to the great Buddha of Prajna.

It's just that Wang Yang's Taoism is too shallow, so he can only invite one magic hand.

"Heretic golem." Zhao Yun squinted his eyes slightly. He had read the secret volume of the devil's family and saw the introduction in a few words. He never thought that Wang Yang was familiar with it. , How terrifying it must be, what exactly has Wang Yang experienced these days.

boom!

The demonic hands of heretics have fallen, and they have the power to overwhelm Mount Tai.

Zhao Yun let out a muffled snort, and the bones in his body crackled. Similar to the secret technique, Wang Yang's heretic golem was much stronger than Prajna's golden Buddha. It made him feel horrified.

"Mie." Wang Yang scolded coldly.

"Destroy me?" Zhao Yun's blood rose, and he took out the mighty mace, and swung it out with a violent mace, and the magic hand that fell just now was smashed by a mallet.

This time, it was Wang Yang who groaned.

The heretic golem was attached to him. When the magic hand was destroyed, he also suffered backlash, and the backlash was so strong that half of his sternum was blown away. However, he also had the power of regeneration, and he recovered in an instant.

seal up!

Zhao Yun made a tactic with one hand, and fell under the big golden bell.

This is also the secret method he secretly learned during the Xinzong Grand Competition, and it belongs to Wu Nian.

boom!

The golden bell fell to the ground, shaking the houses in the village to collapse.

It's a pity that Wang Yang couldn't be sealed, and he was split open by Wang Yang's palm in just a moment.

"Splitting the sky."

Zhao Yun has leaped into the air, with a ten-foot sword glow, the sword is unparalleled.

Wang Yang was full of contempt, cast a secret technique, and formed a black shield on the top of his head. Zhao Yun's slash, as if on a steel plate, Fei Fei failed to break through, but was knocked over by the shock.

"Come again."

Zhao Yun turned back in an instant, and the Longyuan sword in his hand had been replaced with a black iron whip dedicated to invigorating the spirit. With Longyuan, he could use the domineering knife to chop the sky, and with this iron whip, he could also use Ling Tian's whip. , buzzing, a whip smashed Wang Yang's shield.

puff!

Wang Yang spurted blood, not because the shield was broken and was backlashed, but because of the strange ability of the black iron whip, which hurt his spirit. Originally, the iron whip was useless to him, because Zhao Yun used the martial soul to bless the iron whip. The roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger are all the spirit of specialization, and the two resonate.

In this way, it is easy to use to smash people and thieves.

Well!

After spurting blood, Wang Yang groaned again.