gate of eternity

The little black fat man is also there, and he has returned to normal.

This guy is pious, sitting under the old tree alone, knocking on the wooden fish rhythmically, muttering in his mouth, I don't know which Buddhist scripture he is reciting, but he looks good at first glance.

"Why are you crazy?" Zhao Yun asked subconsciously.

"It should be because of Buddhism." The young man in black replied.

Zhao Yun didn't ask any more questions, he stepped forward and squatted under the old tree, then narrowed his eyes slightly, the little black fat man looked calm, without any emotional changes, only a hint of confusion lurking in his eyes.

"Forgetting the World Curse?"

Zhao Yun murmured that he must have found out the problem.

The Buddhist mantra of forgetting the world can erase memory, but it also has disadvantages. If the memory is revived and it is opposed to the mantra of forgetting the world, it will cause mental confusion. Previously, Niu Hong went crazy, which was mostly the case.

"Let's go to sleep first."

Zhao Yun waved his hands and sent Niu Hong to sleep.

On the other hand, he offered sacrifices to the source and poured it into Niu Hong's body, trying to destroy the Buddha's light in Niu Hong's body and wake up the memory that Niu Hong should have, but his source wandered around and disappeared inexplicably.

More precisely, it was sucked.

Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled.

Niu Hong's state seems to be more complicated than he imagined. Not only has he been enlightened by Buddha, but he is also a cursed person who has been planted with a dark curse. There are calamities besides misfortunes, and his previous guess is obviously not absolute. Apart from the people of Tianzong and the royal family, there are other people who have been cursed.

In this way, there are too many uncertain factors.

He sat cross-legged, offering sacrifices to the origin of the bloodline again. After merging the colorful blood spirit flower, the fusion of his bloodline and body was strengthened, and the perception brought by the origin also improved to a certain extent.

Perhaps, it is possible to track down the source of the dark curse.

Soon, the source was sucked.

The moment the source was swallowed, he saw the dark spell, and because of his improved perception, he saw it more clearly this time. Using the source as a medium, he extended his perception and forcibly traced it back. Gao, everything he sees is hazy, exhausting his eyesight, he can only vaguely see the prototype of a person, and he can't make out who it is at all.

Tried many times, to no avail.

"not enough."

"not enough."

He finally gave up.

It is not enough blood fusion, but also the original perception is too weak.

"Can you find out which clan he is from?" Zhao Yun asked. He had known Niu Hong for so long, but he didn't know which clan he was from. He once asked Daydream, but the girl didn't say why.

"The Qin family in the East China Sea." The young man in black said with certainty.

When it was over, he added another sentence, "The ancestor is the Hanjiang Dynasty."

"Hanjiang?"

After hearing this, Zhao Yun choked on the drink.

The Hanjiang Dynasty was a behemoth in the Warring States Period. In that era, Great Xia was just a small country. It was rumored that when the King of Xinjiang was in power, the Hanjiang Dynasty almost unified the world. For some reason, the King of Hanjiang disappeared in the most critical battle. The defeat of the dynasty was also from that day, the country's fortunes were decadent, prosperity declined, until it withdrew from the stage of history.

This is the second time he listened to the Hanjiang Dynasty.

I never thought that the little black fat man was actually a descendant of the King of Hanjiang.

Earlier, Moku Jiu occupied the magpie's nest, robbed an ancient tomb, and built a stronghold. The people buried in that tomb belonged to the Hanjiang Dynasty. Later, the stronghold of Moku was taken over by them, and it was also there, among the devils. Under the curse of indestructibility, lie back and forth for several months?

"Where is the Qin family now?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"I'm originally in the East China Sea. My family migrated a few months ago, and I don't know where they went."

"Migration?"

Zhao Yun frowned when he heard this.

Well, why did the clan migrate? Could it be that they were targeted by powerful forces and the whole clan fled?If that's the case, why didn't you take Niu Hong with you, or did you say that on the way to escape, he was besieged and killed, and the little black fat man and his family were separated?Encountered the old monk halfway?

After a long time, I heard Zhao Yun say, "Look for the Qin family."

"Someone has been sent to look for it." The young man in black said hastily.

After that, he smiled and rubbed his hands, "Holy Son, can you do me a favor."

Zhao Yun smiled, "But it's okay to say."

"A few days ago, I found a treasure in the black market, and asked the Holy Son to give me the palm eye." The young man in black said, and touched something from his bosom. It was a small alchemy furnace, about the size of a palm, and the whole body was black. If there is something strange, it is that there is thunder on the alchemy furnace.

8 Chapter Sixty

"That's it."

The young man in black was quite respectful, and handed over the alchemy furnace with both hands.

Zhao Yun took it, and found a place to sit down with him, holding the alchemy furnace in his hand and scanning it up and down. To be honest, this thing doesn't look very good-looking, like a piece of coal, the whole body is black and not slippery. The strange thing is that there is thunder lingering, Perhaps it is too old, and the secret pattern on it has been blurred.

"How much did you pay for it?" Zhao Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand." The young man in black smiled sarcastically.

"Is the seller an old man with old yellow teeth and a wretched appearance?"

"The Holy Son knows?"

"Those who fool the younger generation into buying things are all equipped with this standard."

Zhao Yun looked at it while talking, this is not just nonsense, he has seen too many street stalls along the way, there is always such an old guy, holding a magic stick in his hands.

"Then is this baby?"

The young man in black sneered and subconsciously looked at Zhao Yun.

"You can find someone to fool you tomorrow, and you should be able to sell it." Zhao Yun's words were very subtle. This is not a treasure. According to his estimate, 30 taels can't be more.

The young man in black covered his chest.

look!Still being tricked, 10 taels!

"Be more careful next time."

As Zhao Yun said, he stuffed the small alchemy furnace back.

The young man in black took it, picked it up and left, it's not uncommon to see, his forehead is covered with black lines, it looks like he wants to talk to the old man, how are you fucking embarrassing me?

"and many more."

Zhao Yun caught up and took back the small alchemy furnace.

When it was over, I saw him let out a sigh of relief at the pill furnace, put it under the moonlight and looked at it again and again, the more he looked at it, the deeper his eyes became, his eyes were not working well tonight, and he lost his sight even if he was not paying attention.

baby.

This is a baby.

Seeing it, the young man in black's eyes lighted up. Seeing the Son's expression, this alchemy furnace seems to have the potential of being a treasure. It is not an ordinary object that can enter the Holy Son's Dharma Eye.

"It's really blind."

After a long time, I heard Zhao Yun muttering.

He took the lotus lamp, lit it with immortal power, and calcined the small alchemy furnace with the flame of the lotus. As it burned, the small alchemy furnace changed its shape, and the secret patterns on it became vivid one by one.

In addition, there is also the evolution of vision.

In the vision, there seemed to be a flash of fairy light, lingering with the breath of thunder, and the dream was blurred. Zhao Yun was lost in his eyes, his eyes lost their light in an instant, and he was quite dull. He held the lotus lamp in one hand and Holding the small alchemy stove, he stood there motionless.

"Son?"

Seeing him, the young man in black stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Zhao Yun's eyes.

Zhao Yun didn't respond, like a soulless puppet, with a dull expression and empty eyes, just maintained that posture, motionless, even the wandering immortal power was still.

"The mind is lost."

The young man in black muttered, seeing some clues.

It should be the artistic conception hidden in this small alchemy furnace, which caused the Holy Son's mind to fall into it.

His guess was true, it was indeed the artistic conception, and it happened that Zhao Yun was looking there, so coincidentally, he fell into the artistic conception and was pulled into a vast and illusory world.

"Another shit luck?"

Zhao Yun thought, raising his eyes and looking around.

Although the world in the artistic conception is illusory, it seems real. The mountains and rivers you see at a glance are all lifelike. In a trance, you can hear the waves of the river, and the neighing of birds can be heard clearly.

On the top of the mountain, he saw a figure.

That person is like a monument, standing on the long river of time, vicissitudes and ancient, although it can be seen, it seems to be farther than a dream, the distance seems to be beyond reach.

Zhao Yun's mind drifted away, and he went up to the top of the mountain.

Shoulder-to-shoulder with that person, he slowly glanced sideways, but unfortunately, he couldn't see the honor of the other person clearly, whether it was facial features or outline, they were all blurred, and only for a few moments, he could vaguely see a corner of it. Full of traces of vicissitudes, the old ones make people forget the years.

As he looked, the man took a sharp breath.

I don't know if it's out of feeling, or in a rush of passion, but he opened his mouth and let out a howl. The movement in this voice is not small, like billions of thunder roaring, resounding through the eternal sky. As a spectator, Zhao Yun saw the mountains and rivers with his own eyes. The grass and trees were blown out piece by piece, and even half of the vast empty sky collapsed. There were lightning flashes and lightning flashes.

Gudong!

Zhao Yun secretly swallowed his saliva, quite shocked.

Is this person a god?It was a roar that shook the world.

For a moment when he was in a trance, the person beside him turned into wisps of illusory mist, and this mental realm also shattered, and the fragments turned into words and floated into his body.

Zhao Yun's consciousness was blurred, and his mind kept roaring.

The fragmented text has its own majestic and domineering momentum.

"Thunder God's Wrath."

Zhao Yun murmured, only then did he realize that it was a secret method.

The so-called Thunder God's Wrath is the name of this technique. It is a very overbearing sonic secret technique, similar to the roar of dragons and tigers, but compared with it, it seems that the roar of dragons and tigers is not at the same level. It's not just for show. Seeing that person's Thunder God's Wrath before, it really ruined the world. Up to now, his mind is still so shocked that he can't stabilize it.

The artistic conception dissipated, and he returned to reality.

However, his consciousness was still blurred, and he fell into a coma.

Looking at the small alchemy furnace, it dissipated the brilliance it should have, and fell to the ground with a bang, and fell into a crack. The whole black-clothed youth felt pain again. This is a big treasure!

"What a thunder god."

In deep sleep, Zhao Yunmeng kept talking.

The young man in black didn't dare to bother him, so he just stood there and watched, his eyes were strange and he was also very embarrassed. He had obtained the small alchemy furnace for so long, but he didn't see any mystery.

To sum up: character problem ah!

Zhao Yun slept peacefully for three to five days. His brows would sometimes be wrinkled and sometimes stretched. He was deeply asleep to comprehend Thunder God's Fury. Although there is a method, this technique is not complete. The method of performing it bit by bit until it is complete.

On the sixth day, I saw him wake up.

After falling asleep, those eyes became extraordinarily deep.

Seeing this, the young man in black hurried forward.

"You are really a lucky general." Zhao Yun said with a smile.

After all, this opportunity was given to him by the young man in black. If this girl was a woman, he would probably step forward to kiss her excitedly.

The young man in black laughed dryly.

Having grown so big, it was the first time someone said he was a lucky general.

"Destroy it after you learn it, don't pass it on." Zhao Yun was not stingy, and passed the method of Thunder God's Wrath to the young man in black. After all, this is someone else's small alchemy furnace, and he was the one who got the big credit.

"Thank you, Holy Son."

The young man in black hurriedly took it, his eyes were sharp.

After a brief look, he was startled for a while, this technique is so overbearing, and he was flattered because of this overbearing, this is the secret technique that the Holy Son realized in the artistic conception, how can this be embarrassing?

Zhao Yun smiled and left the small garden.

To realize the Dharma while sleeping, you have to try the power of this technique in reality.

After leaving this ancient city, he found a forest, and stood in front of a majestic mountain. For three to five moments, he was as still as a statue, until he took a deep breath, and then he opened his mouth and hissed loudly, resonating with the martial soul, and drinking The sound became thunder and thunder, and the hidden thunder power was extremely powerful. An extremely terrifying sound wave smashed the majestic mountain in front of it, and instantly disintegrated it.