gate of eternity

quack!

The white crane's neighing was full of tyranny, and he forcibly jumped out of the sea of ​​flames.

But the moment before, Zhao Yun had already bent his bow and set his arrow; but at this moment, the arrow of thunder had already struck.

puff!

This blood light is particularly dazzling.

The white crane that just jumped out of the flames was pierced by an arrow.

It's not over yet.

After Thunder Arrow, there is Yujian Feixian.

The sky was full of swordsmanship, and white cranes were flying across the sky. What about the flying mount of Tianwu level, it was far from being an opponent against the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sect. After three or five moves, he was beaten like a bird.

Once again, Zhao Yun underestimated the bird.

Xu Shi was forced into a hurry, but Baihe used the taboo technique, and there was a phantom on his body. The phantom in human form was extremely huge, and it looked like an old man. Qi accumulated across all directions, and even this vast sky was crushed and trembled.

"Shangyang real person?"

When Zhao Yun saw it, he narrowed his eyes for a moment.

After a closer look, it seems that Shangyang is the real person, but it is not the deity, it is just a phantom, which is engraved on Baihe's body in the form of a brand, which can be summoned to fight when necessary, a one-time secret method.

"Because he also wants to block me?"

Zhao Yun slammed the clang, and smashed Shangyang Xuying with his palm.

Even the white crane was knocked down into the void, a certain look of astonishment, this Quasi-Heaven Realm is too strong, it is invincible to this Tianwu mount, even the owner's phantom guard is useless.

Just kidding, that is the son of Tianzong.

Don't talk about a phantom, even if Shangyang's deity comes in person, Zhao Yun can hit him just the same.

"ended."

Zhao Yun's Zhuxian Jue came down from the sky.

Bai He, who was still struggling, was pierced between the eyebrows by a sword.

Proper lore.

Seeing Baihe's expression before he died, he was depressed and melancholy.

Shangyang real person's mount!Those who are at the Tianwu level are more noble than the status of the ancestors of the same line, and they are usually high above them. Whoever dares to provoke them in the southern region is actually buried in the hands of a Zhuntian.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhao Yun took Bai He away and went straight to one side.

The battle over Qiao Yu's side has not yet ended. Although the old man in black is blind, he has a good background and is not stupid. He dare not confront Qiao Yu head-on. He only wants to escape, and his speed is extremely fast.

"The real person will not let you go."

This guy was very restless, and he didn't forget to howl when he ran away.

For this type of person, Mr. Zhao usually strikes very fiercely, chasing him up in two or three steps, swinging his sword and unloading one of his arms, and with a punchline, the bloody body of the black-robed old man exploded with one palm.

"You have a good journey too."

Zhao Yun said calmly, another big Luo Tianshou.

The black-robed old man couldn't bear it, he was beaten into a puddle of flesh and blood by a palm, and he died very depressed. He came all the way to help deliver the dowry, but he was besieged and killed halfway, so he was unprepared.

Zhao Yun tidied up the battlefield hastily, turned and left.

After a long time, I saw someone passing by this area, seeing the sea water stained with a lot of blood, I couldn't help raising my eyebrows slightly, not long ago, was there a big battle here?Is it another murder and robbery?This guess is reliable, the dead sea area is like a barren mountain, a good place to kill and steal.

When Zhao Yun returned to the island, night had fallen.

Seeing him come back, the Qianqiu city powerhouses on the island stood up collectively.

"Pot stew."

Mr. Zhao's voice was full of domineering howling.

The eyes of all the strong men were strange, "stew meat in a pot?"

When Zhao Yun moved out of Baihe, the little friends were all shocked and couldn't stand still.

"Is this a Tianwu-level white crane?"

"The old man counts, it's the mount of Master Shangyang."

"This should be Shangyang's grandson Lin Rong."

All the strong men formed a group, chattering, or they were the holy son of Tianzong, who made a big move, tied up Shangyang Zhenren's most beloved grandson, and even brought his mount along with him.

rack pan.

stew.

The old guys were quite energetic and rolled up their sleeves.

Everyone present counted as one, except for the fellow Cang Qiong, no one had eaten a Tianwu-level mount, but Zhao Yun was kind enough to bring them such a wild game, which was a great bird.

In the mountains and forests, it suddenly became lively.

There is a clear division of labor among the powerhouses. Those who light the fire make the fire, those who set the pot set the pot, and someone puts the magic knife. The atmosphere is so harmonious, mainly because they are in a good mood. Shangyang's mount is very happy to think about it.

"These few days, you haven't been idle!"

Zhao Yun took the jug and walked around the woods.

Crooked neck tree!They can be found everywhere, and there is no shortage of people on this island. There are many figures hanging there, some he has seen, and some he has not seen, but they all have one thing in common, they are all his enemies. After being tied up, they should After being beaten up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were footprints all over his body.

Well, these are meat tickets.

He was very self-conscious and hung up Lin Rong.

By the way, Lin Rong stuffed a rare edition smelly sock into his mouth.

"What happened to the Eight Stupas?" Cang Qiong asked.

"There is one in the Blood Clothes Sect, and I have already stolen it." Zhao Yun took a deep breath, "The Corpse Clan doesn't have any."

"This."

"It's okay, the last one has a clue."

"That's good."

Not long after, the smell of meat filled the forest.

The white crane of Tianwu grade has delicious meat.

With Zhao Gongzi as a chef, the taste is even better with seasoning.

"Then who ate the meat?"

Zhao Yun yelled at the nearby island.

The so-called who refers to the ghost-faced Yan Luo and a group of killers at the top of the sky.

"Not hungry."

The ghost-faced Yan Luo replied casually, Zheng Xiang was lying on the stone and sleeping.

Few of the killers at the top of the heavens paid any attention to them, as if they had never eaten meat.

"Tianwu-level stewed goose."

Zhao Yun's voice was full of domineering howling.

Well!As soon as these words came out, the ghost-faced Yan Luo turned over and got up, running faster than a rabbit, and there were also all the Tianzi killers, all of whom had sluggish legs and feet, and they all brought their own bowls and chopsticks.

"Where did it come from?"

The ghost-faced Yan Luo was the fastest, and his eyes sparkled when he saw a few big pots of stewed meat.

The Tianzi-level killer was also curious. He had never eaten a Tianwu-level stewed goose.

"Shangyang's mount."

The third elder of the Mo Family smiled and cleared up the doubts.

When all the killers heard about it, including the ghost-faced Yan Luo, they all gave Mr. Zhao a thumbs up, you are really awesome!What a fucking nature!The mount that Ren Shangyang has worked so hard to raise has been around for 100 years, and it finally reached the Tianwu level, so it will be stewed here?

"Began to eat."

Zhao Yun ignored him and took out the rice bowl.

All the strong people were not polite, and surrounded a large group.

Well, it tastes great, and it tastes even better with a sip of wine.

"This kid is not bad."

Rashomon's killers all said this.

For this reason, Ghost Face Yan Luo also specially took out the small book, and it was full of flamboyance: On a certain day in a certain year, a certain person invited us to eat stewed goose with a small label: Tianwu-level stewed goose.

Perhaps, they will regret it in the future.

Because the meat Mr. Zhao invited is too expensive.

"Why don't you see the devil?"

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine and looked around at the crowd.

In addition to Mozi, there are still many seniors missing at the scene, and I don't know where to go for a stroll.

"Going to kidnap tickets." Everyone laughed.

"Then do you know where the cub of the nine-tailed fox is?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"Nine-tailed fox cub?"

After hearing this, all the strong men raised their eyes collectively.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Zhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Mozi's secrecy work is so messed up that his family doesn't know about it?

"Don't stop me, the old man can still eat a bowl."

"What's your first bowl, what the hell are you eating?"

"There are so many people and so little meat!"

The forest at night was still noisy.

For some reason, everyone's appetite was extraordinarily large tonight.

It's true that there are too many people and little meat, not to mention a white crane, even a cart can finish the meal. A bird of Tianwu level, after eating this meal, will not have another meal.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Even the unicorn, the little holy beast, was extraordinarily cheerful.

It is indeed a Tianwu-level stewed goose. It is indeed a great tonic. After a few bowls of broth, the whole body is steaming.

"Where did you go?"

Zhao Yun climbed to the top of the mountain and summoned the devil with a messenger talisman.

In the middle of the night, there was no response from the devil, and it was the same with other people calling.

This, let everyone have an ominous premonition, that kid will not fall into the trap!

Or say it's my family, just guess it.

Mozi really fell into the pit, to be precise, he was trapped in a sea of ​​fog.

That's right, it's that sea of ​​fog that has bred spiritual wisdom and is still running wildly all over the world. I went to Dayuan for a while, and then ran back to the Southern Region. It was a coincidence that the devil ran into it. , are you scolding your mother inside right now?As he walked, he crashed into the sea of ​​fog in a daze.

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There are still chapters later, which will be later.

Chapter 971 A Not So Harmonious Atmosphere

"Shangyang Island, take 300 billion to Ghost Island to redeem Lin Rong, not waiting after the expiration date."

In the early morning, before the sky in the Southern Territory was bright, I heard such howling, resounding in all directions.