gate of eternity

"How can it be? How can you be so disrespectful?" All the elders of the Mo family picked out the guy, the implication is obvious, either stay obediently, or we will help you stay and give you a hemiplegia, you just be honest up.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. You, the Devil Mountain, have learned a lot." The blood-robed man smiled coldly.

"It can't compare to your Blood Clothes Sect." All the elders gathered the guy together.

"You can see how many experts from my blood-clothed sect are outside the city." The corner of the blood-robed man's lips curled up slightly, "If I don't leave the city within half an hour, the Demon Mountain will be attacked and razed to the ground by the blood-clothed sect."

"What, scare us?"

"So what if I scare you."

"To be honest, our tempers are not very good." It doesn't matter what the blood-robed man said, a large number of people were blown up, Zhao Yun and Cang Qiong all jumped out, perhaps because the joint momentum was too strong, and the blood was smashed. The people in the robe didn't even stand firm. They really underestimated the Demon Mountain. There are so many quasi-heaven realms hidden in the inner hall. No wonder the Demon Mountain is so tough today. It was because of the help of outsiders!

Without thinking too much, he turned around and fled.

The moment he fled, he threw out a talisman.

That should be a signal talisman, he is not stupid, and he knows how to send a signal to the strong men of the blood-clothed gate outside the city.

However, before the signal talisman exploded, it was wiped out by the palm of the elder Moshan.

The patriarch of the Bai family was not slow either, blocked the blood-robed man again, and hit back with a palm.

Before the blood-robed man had settled down, all the old fellows rushed forward, and took down easily.

"It's you?"

The blood-robed man was in disbelief, he must have recognized the Patriarch of the Bai family.

Just because I recognized it, I couldn't believe it. How could the ancestor of the Bai clan be in the Devil's Mountain.

The patriarch of the Bai family didn't bother to talk to him, and sent him to sleep with a palm.

Next, it was time for Mr. Zhao's performance, and that guy had already rolled up his sleeves, put one hand on the blood-robed man's cape, and searched for the soul forcefully. His pained growl instantly resounded through the hall.

After a long time, Zhao Yun stopped.

"How's the lineup?" asked the Great Elder Moshan.

"Thirty quasi-heaven realms, and quite a few in Ksitigarbha realm." Zhao Yun gave the approximate number.

As soon as these words came out, all the strongmen of the Devil Mountain gasped.

Afterwards, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to the ancestors and the others who came tonight, if they hadn't come, then his Demon Mountain lineage might be destroyed tonight, and the Bloody Sect was in great battle, determined to annex the Demon Mountain.

"Old Ancestor, how do you fight?" All the powerful people in the Demon Mountain looked at the sky.

The sky is also interesting, looking at Mr. Zhao in a strange way.

"Closing the door and beating the dog?" Zhao Yun said.

"It suits me very well." All the old guys laughed.

The Great Elder of the Mo family immediately gave the order, it was nothing more than an arrangement, the juniors in the city took refuge and found a place to hide, all the places in the Tibetan area were ready to fight, and they would all listen to his orders later, and attack them in groups.

After some arrangement.

Zhao Yun pulled out a talisman from the blood-robed man.

It was also a signal symbol, which he casually threw out of the hall.

The signal symbol exploded into a golden light, piercing into the sky.

At the same moment, the gate of the ancient city of Magic Mountain opened wide.

When the strong men of the Blood Clothes Sect who were hiding outside the city saw him, they all showed up, and each of them was laughing and joking.

Apparently, the Mountain has returned.

In a world where strength is paramount, fists are better.

If they don't put some pressure on the Magic Mountain, they won't give in.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

In order to perform the trick accurately, the three elders of Moshan greeted them in person.

The strong man of the Blood Clothes Sect only hummed softly, all of them were in high spirits.

Think about it.

The Magic Mountain has surrendered, they are the winners, so they have to be a little more arrogant.

After entering the hall, they all frowned again, why did they frown?Because there is no blood-robed person.

"I've gone to the treasury to count the treasures." The great elder of the Mo Family said with a smile.

Hearing this, the blood-clothed sect members were very upset, and they agreed to count everything, so why did they go first.

"This junior has a treasure, and all the seniors will appreciate it?" Mr. Zhao is here, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is not worth mentioning in this small Tibetan area, and he doesn't seem to be a threat.

All the strongmen of the Blood Clothes Sect looked sideways, but they couldn't see Zhao Yun's honor clearly.

Before they could speak, Zhao Yun took out the Lotus Lantern to divert attention.

Not to mention, as soon as this lotus lantern was taken out, the eyes of the blood-clothed disciples present all brightened, and they really attracted their attention. They all gathered around and made a full circle, even Zhao Yun took the lotus lantern and surrounded him. Really, no one looked at Zhao Yun any more, they just stared at the Lotus Lantern.

Baby, this is a baby.

If it is not bad, it is a relic of the immortal family.

Look at the top, there is still a trace of fairy air overflowing.

After looking at it, Zhao Yun put away the lotus lamp.

The eyes of the blood-clothed sect's strong men were also drawn to Zhao Yun.

When he entered his eyes, he saw Mr. Zhao's bright smile.

When it's over, the whole body of this guy is glowing.

That's right, it's the body of light, driven by Zhao Yun's immortal power, the light is extraordinarily glaring.

Well!

There was a muffled groan, and among the strong men surrounding Zhao Yun, one by one was dazzled by the light, not only their eyes were smeared black, but also their eyes hurt for a while?There was no defense, and this was caught off guard.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun drew out the sword smoothly.

The one closest to him had his head decapitated by a sword.

The blood is dazzling.

Chapter 7: Close the Door, Beat the Dog

kill!

Seeing that Zhao Yun succeeded, all the elders of Moshan and the Patriarch of the Bai family who were hiding in the dark all rushed out together.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Everyone is merciless, and a shot is a lore.

puff!puff!

The hall was filled with blood and screams.

No wonder, all of this happened too abruptly, and Zhao Yun and others shot too quickly, the blood-clothed sect's strongmen had no time to react, and when they reacted, their heads were already rolling off one by one.

kill!

The same violent shouting sound was also heard outside the hall.

Those who entered the temple before were only in the blood-clothed sect quasi-heaven realm, but they were not eligible to enter the temple as for the dizang realm.

Now, if there is a war in the palace, how can it not be fought outside the palace.

The great elder gave a secret order, and when they heard the screams in the hall, they mobilized and attacked them.

In just a moment, there was an overwhelming attack, and the swords and swords were uncapped.

puff!puff!

The strong man in the Tibetan area of ​​Xueyimen was also killed by surprise.

What about surrender?Why are you still fighting?Do not talk about Wude.

"This."

The juniors of the Devil Mountain were all dumbfounded when they saw it.

It's all right, why did you start a gang fight?It was still the bloody door.

No one responded, some just killed.

In the ancient city of Magic Mountain under the moon, there were screams and screams.

The blood mist filled the air, and the blood radiated in all directions.

This is not a big war, this is a one-sided massacre.

The blood-clothed door quasi-heavenly realm knelt down.

The Tibetan area of ​​Xueyimen is also tragic.

However, there are still a few outstanding ones who broke through the encirclement.

"kill."

"Not a single one."

All the strong snorted coldly, and chased them all out.

The strong man of the Blood Cloth Sect didn't even turn his head back, his head was buzzing, his previous ecstasy was completely wiped out at this moment, he thought that he would be able to take the Demon Mountain's lineage under his command without bloodshed, and wipe out many treasures, He can still find a few beautiful girls from the Devil's Mountain, and they will be bathed in fire. Who knows that this is an accident, who knows that the Devil's Mountain still hides so many masters.

The contrast between day and place can be imagined.

If this is considered a war, then he will be defeated by the Blood Clothes Sect.

Thirty Quasi-Heaven Realms!Most of them were wiped out without making a move.

There is also the Ksitigarbha Realm, which was wiped out piece by piece under the violent bombardment.

Since the blood-clothed sect established the school, they have never lost so badly. With such a lineup, there is not even a wave.

"run?"

"Where to run?"

The strong man of the Bai family chased after him as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

He had a grievance with the Blood Clothes Sect, so he beat him to death.

The elders of the Mojia and Moshan are full of energy, even if they have taken gunpowder.

Brothers are united, and their profits break gold.

The first joint confrontation with the enemy was overwhelming.

"This is what the inheritance of the Demon Realm should look like." As the ancestor, Cang Qiong smiled gratifiedly. He will unify the five veins and regain the former glory of the Demon Realm, and tonight is the first battle.

Whoosh!

Like a golden light, Zhao Yun chased a man in black out of the ancient city.

That is a quasi-heaven realm, and the speed of opening escape is not determined by the coffin lid.

So many people, why are you chasing him.

Why else, Mr. Zhao likes him!

To be precise, it is the treasure of the rare black-robed man. When the black-robed man entered the hall first, he noticed that the so-called treasure is a red finger. The material of the finger is very good, but it is more precious than the finger. , is an ancient character engraved on it, the proper Dunjiatian character.

"The old man will help you."

Seeing Zhao Yun chasing and killing him alone, the third elder of Moshan wanted to kill him too.

"It doesn't matter." The great elder of the Mo family grabbed him. He knew Zhao Yun's combat power. He was only at the quasi-heaven level.

"Are you sure he can do it?" The Third Elder of Moshan raised his eyebrows.

"He is the best at fighting." The Great Elder of the Mo Family laughed.

The third elder of Moshan had a look of disbelief, it was real or not.