gate of eternity

He stopped again, and night fell.

This is a group of mountains, with great mountains and mountains, many steep peaks, and many towering ancient trees. Standing outside the mountains, you can still hear the roar of monsters, and the Wulongyuan he is looking for is in the depths, and there are few people. .

Wulongyuan is only legendary.

According to legend, in ancient times, a dragon once fell here. A black dragon smashed a mountain into an abyss. The name of Wulongyuan came from this. As for whether it is true, no one has evidence.

"It's probably here."

At some point, he stopped and climbed up a cliff. Looking down from here, it was Wulongyuan. If he threw a stone down, he couldn't hear the echo. After watching for a long time, he still felt dizzy. God knows how deep this abyss is, if one falls from the Xuanyang Realm, most of them can be smashed to pieces.

"You really know how to find places."

Zhao Yun clicked his tongue, and took out the treasure map casually. There was a red dot on the map that was very eye-catching. It was probably the place where the treasure was hidden. It was not at the bottom of the abyss, but halfway up the mountain. The lone wolf probably dug a cave there and used a rope to hide it. to go down.

Thinking this way, he took the rope.

The further down, the darker it is, and there are gusts of wind, whining like a ghost crying. Ordinary martial arts will not run into this dark abyss.

He stopped again, and it was a protruding rock.

The rock is only three to five feet long, and at the end is a stone gate.

"It's just you."

Zhao Yun said with a smile, already under the stone gate, he couldn't help but sigh.

The place where the lone wolf hides its treasure is really ingenious.

Waste such a great effort, ran here and dug a big hole, look at this stone gate, it is tightly sealed, there must be a hole inside, and it is not small, just such a place where no birds shit, if there is no sound of treasure map, Tianwu The environment may not be found.

"What baby!"

Zhao Yun rubbed his hands together, performed the wall-penetrating technique, and bumped into it head-on.

boom!

This sound is still very pleasant, the stone gate did not pass through, but the dizziness caused by the collision, it is obvious that the stone gate blocking the way is not an ordinary stone.

hum!

When he bared his teeth, the stone door opened by itself.

Then, there was a terrifying suction force.

Zhao Yun was caught off guard, and he didn't stand still, and was sucked in on the spot.

He just saw the surrounding scene.

There is a cave, which is obviously a small underground palace, with a radius of one hundred and eighty feet, many wooden boxes, filled with gold and silver treasures, and a prototype stone platform.

It's okay.

Mainly, there was a person sitting on the stone platform.

Chapter 76 Do You Recognize

"There are still people?" Zhao Yun's face suddenly changed.

It was a one-armed old man, skinny, skinny, as if blood had been drawn out, dry, loose hair, covering half of his face, he knew it was a person, but he didn't know it, he thought it was a bird What about the starving ghost?

"What pure blood."

The old man opened his eyes and sucked them in comfortably. When he looked at Zhao Yun, he even licked his scarlet tongue. His cloudy eyes were still glowing with green light, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Xuanyang Realm."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, the old man did not hide his aura, he could vaguely perceive it without looking at the little spirit beads, but his aura was slightly insufficient, it must be a hidden injury to his body, he had studied the Taoist scriptures before, and he also knew a little about astrology and seeing a doctor technique.

He guessed right.

The one-armed old man did have hidden injuries, and he had been complaining about it for many years. He seemed to have tuberculosis, lacked breath when speaking, and occasionally coughed violently.

"Senior, I don't want to disturb you."

Zhao Yun backed away step by step, ready to run away. Although the old man had hidden wounds and one arm, he was not an ordinary martial artist. He was far from what Old Ghost Yan could compare to. At least the eighth level, killing him was still easy. Yes, it’s not impossible to use an explosive talisman to explode, but he also has to lose his life. This is not the top, this is a cave dug halfway up the mountain, and the underground palace is quite narrow, so it can’t be used at all. Once it is exploded, it will collapse. This point Son realized, he still has.

hum!

Before he could escape, the stone door at the entrance of the cave closed with a buzzing sound.

Obviously, the one-armed old man wants to close the door.

"How do you know this place?" The one-armed old man smiled quietly, still as aloof.

"Misunderstanding."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, but he was scolding his mother in his heart, God knows where the lone wolf's treasure is hidden, and there is also a Xuanyang realm, if he knew this, the devil would come here to find excitement.

That's good, it's blocked.

"Stayed in?" The one-armed old man sneered, "The only one who knows this place is my apprentice."

"What a mistake."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

The corners of the old man's mouth were slightly raised. One moment he was still sitting on the stone platform, but the next moment he came like a ghost, and grabbed his withered palm with a strong wind.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun reacted quickly enough, stepped on Fengshen Step, and fled back in an instant.

"What a handsome figure."

The old man smiled slyly, and did not chase after him. Instead, he raised his arm, opened his withered fingers, and turned towards Zhao Yun. The true energy in his palm overflowed, and a vortex evolved.

Zhao Yun, who was running back, suddenly felt a terrifying suction force, so strong that he couldn't resist it. He was going backwards, but because of this suction force, he was sucked towards the old man again.

Zheng!

At the critical moment, he threw out his sword bravely, piercing Changhong with wind and thunder.

"Out of control."

The one-armed old man was full of contempt, he only stretched out two fingers, and clamped the tip of Zixiao's sword impartially, no matter how Zhao Yun urged his true energy, it was difficult to penetrate half a point.

hum!

The old man flicked his finger lightly, Zhao Yun was shocked, and the Zixiao sword was buzzing violently, which seemed to be a sign of being blown to pieces. Cracked and blood flowed.

In addition, the transformation technique was also dispelled, revealing the real body on the spot.

Seeing his honor, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly. Zhao Yun was quite similar to the one in his memory, especially his eyes, which were equally deep and wise.

puff!

Zhao Yun finally stood firm, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The injury was serious.

This is the gap between the True Spirit Realm and the Xuanyang Realm, not to mention the difference of a big realm. If he really wants to fight head-on, he won't be able to hold it for a round.

"Who are you, Zhao Yuan?"

The one-armed old man looked at Zhao Yun with a smile, his smile was creepy.

"I don't know."

Zhao Yun returned simply, scanning all directions in a subtle way, trying to escape, but after looking around, it seemed that there was only one exit, Shimen, in this underground palace.

As for the relationship with the Zhao family, he denied it categorically.

Still the same sentence, he is not alone, no matter when and where, he has to hide his identity, and he can't cause trouble for the Zhao family. If a family is targeted by the eighth level of the Xuanyang realm, they will never think about it again in this life. Ansheng was born.

"Then you can recognize this."

The one-armed old man smiled, and there was something extra in his hand, which was a sachet.

Zhao Yun frowned when he saw it.

He certainly recognized the sachet, because it belonged to him and had been lost for many years. His mother embroidered it for him. The reason why he could recognize it at a glance was the word "cloud" on the sachet, which used The single phoenix embroidery is her mother's unique stitching method. It looks simple, but in fact it is extremely complicated. Not to mention forgetting the ancient city, even in the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there will never be a second one. No one can imitate it. He is very puzzled. Why is the sachet woven by his mother at the old man's place?

"It's Zhao Yuan's precious son."

The one-armed old man smiled ferociously, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a ferocious arc. His muddy old eyes were also scarlet. The eyes were not only bloodthirsty, but also cruel. No need to ask any more. From Zhao Yun's expression, he already knew answer.

Zhao Yun didn't speak, his brows furrowed even deeper.

This weird one-armed old man knew his father?

"I know it, I know it." The old man grinned grimly, as if he could read Zhao Yun's heart, and because he could read it, he showed his white teeth and smiled sinisterly, "His wife, your mother, is The old man's broken heart."

boom!

Zhao Yun's body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, his originally deep eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot streaks, stained scarlet, and the Zixiao Sword in his hand buzzed and moved. mind.

Blood debt, this is a monstrous blood debt.

For his mother, his memory can only be traced back to the year when he was seven years old. It was that cold night when his family was revenged by his enemies. In order to protect him, his mother was slapped by the man in black. , Mother is dying.

"Yun'er."

This was supposed to be the last call my mother made to him before she died, the softest and weakest call, she fell into father's arms with reluctance and tears.

He also remembered how hoarse and sad his father's roar was when his mother closed his eyes. That night, his father turned gray overnight.

At the age of seven, he was ignorant of the world, thinking that his mother was asleep, but he didn't know that this sleep would be an eternal farewell. For many years, he dared not mention his mother in front of his father. He only knew that his father had spent countless nights alone. Wandering around under the moon, holding the spiritual tablet of my mother, feeling dejected, longing, and guilty, I spent all my money to find the murderer, but I haven't found it yet.

God has eyes, and he caught him.

Perhaps, Mingming has his own destiny, and his trip was not in vain.

The revenge of killing the mother is never shared.

"Interesting, really interesting." The old man smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and his face was ferocious like a ghost, "Zhao Yuan, I killed your wife nine years ago. Unexpectedly, nine years later, your son came to the door by yourself. In this life, you are destined to die!" Alone."

kill!

Zhao Yun's roar was a roar from the soul, blinded by hatred, he seemed to forget that the opponent was the eighth level of Xuanling, and he attacked from the front.

The old man sneered, stretched out his hand again, and grabbed Zixiao Sword.

However, before he could start the attack, Zhao Yun dropped his sword and used the sacred method of fighting to bully his body into a hand-to-hand fight. It was still the weird attack, every move and style, all fierce and domineering.

"What a close combat."

The old man was a little surprised and caught off guard for a moment.

But, only for a moment.

Although Zhao Yun's attack was fierce and fierce, it was far from hurting him. The so-called skill, in the face of absolute power, is no different from a decoration. It is more than a big realm away. Not to mention hurting him, even his defense is bombarded. If it doesn't break, it's nothing more than scratching an itch. The eighth layer of Xuanyang's body-protecting essence can be broken by a true spirit.

boom!

Accompanied by a thunderstorm, Zhao Yun rolled over again, the old man didn't make a move at all, and the surging true energy alone nearly knocked him to pieces.

puff!

This mouthful of blood made Zhao Yun stagger, and he couldn't even stand still. God knows how many bones were shattered, and his whole body was in pain like a flame.

"It should be good to make you into a puppet."

The old man smiled slyly, showing his white teeth. He had already thought about turning Zhao Yun into a puppet, and ordered him to assassinate Zhao Yuan. That scene must be eye-catching.

As he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and subconsciously lowered his eyes.

When he entered his eyes, he saw three yellow talismans pasted on his body, to be precise, they were explosion talismans.

This is so weird, I was a little caught off guard.

It should have been Zhao Yun sticking to him during the close combat earlier.

It does not matter.

What's important is that the three explosive talismans have already exploded, and if it was him, they were all blown back. The so-called body-protecting essence was blown out, and the dignified eighth layer of Xuanyang was also blown to the point of bleeding , A layer of fleshy skin on his chest was peeled off, the bloody flesh was horrifying, thanks to his strong background, if it was an ordinary Xuanyang realm martial artist, he would probably have been blown to the sky.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!

Before he could react, more than a dozen flying knives were shot at his face, all of which had Explosion Talismans attached.

"Little bastard, I really underestimated you."

The old man gritted his teeth, and he could see the explosive talisman of the flying knife, and his true energy surged accordingly, creating a strong wind, wanting to blow the flying knife away, wherever he wanted to blow it up.

Unfortunately, he once again underestimated Zhao Yun.