Eternal gate

boom! boom! boom!

The underground palace trembled for a while, and every time Zhao Yun waved his fist, it trembled.

ah...!

The roar of the old man in python robe was angry and violent.

Unfortunately, howling loudly was of no use, and when I tried to get up... I was beaten back every time.

"Animals!"

The mustache stood up holding his chest and swallowed back the blood he was about to spit out.

The thief on the opposite side was holding on to the wall, his heart pounding as he looked at it. Not to mention the physical pain, just looking at it made it fucking hurt. In that true spiritual realm, not only was it natural, it was also so bloody?

The howling sound disappeared without knowing when.

Zhao Yun finally stopped.

Looking at the old man in the python robe, he didn't feel very comfortable. He was beaten to the point that he was embedded in the floor, and was beaten out of his demonic state. His body was twisted and blood was pouring from his mouth.

"You can't kill me, I...I belong to the witch."

In the dignified Ksitigarbha realm, he also showed humility and pleading, and he was also a master who was afraid of death.

He is not stupid. He still knows how to move the backstage at this time. What if it works? Gotta try.

"Blood debt...must be paid with blood."

Zhao Yun said calmly and asked for the tombstones of the villagers in Shanhe.

With a bang, the tombstone fell on the old man in the python robe, killing him on the spot.

Also released together were the corpses of the robbers, which were piled up into a hill.

"No wonder there is such a big movement and no one is seen coming down."

The mustache and the thief murmured that it turned out that all the robbers in the mansion were taken care of by Zhao Yun.

"May you have spirits in heaven."

Zhao Yun placed an incense burner in front of the tombstone and inserted three sticks of musk.

At this point, he took a step back and collapsed on the ground. He exited the demonic state, revealing his pale and bloodless face. Blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He no longer had any strength in his body. He did not use the explosive talisman in this battle. There were no high-level explosive talismans, so it was really difficult to fight. Even though he used his peak combat power, he was still beaten to the point of disability. Danhai's true energy was also completely consumed.

At this moment, even if an ordinary person punches him, he can be knocked down.

Fortunately, he won and paid the blood debt of the villagers with the life of the villain.

"You...are really a talent."

The mustachioed man came swaying and gave Zhao Yun a thumbs up from a distance.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that a Ksitigarbha realm was actually destroyed by a True Spirit realm.

"This trip... was not in vain."

The thief laughed, fought a bloody battle, and his mood was different.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, but took a few sips of the spiritual fluid, and stuffed the pills into his mouth as hard as he could.

"It's inconvenient to leave a name."

The thief poked Zhao Yun, but their cross-eyed eyes were still so upright.

"Ji Hen."

Zhao Yun said tiredly, he had already thought of a name.

Ji Hen... homophonic to remember hatred, meaning to remember hatred.

One day, he will use the lives of Ziyihou and Yunfeng to pay tribute to his father's spirit in heaven.

"Honestly, your name is not very pleasant, but my name is more resounding." The thief said.

"How loud."

The mustachioed man picked up the wine bottle and drank heavily.

"My surname is Wang. When I mention my name, there is a story that I have to tell." Thief said meaningfully, "When my mother gave birth to me, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared and my hut was blown up."

"So!"

"So, my father named me: Wang Zha."

"Good name."

The mustached man clicked his tongue.

Zhao Yun also subconsciously glanced sideways, this guy's name... was louder than the little black fat guy's.

Um?

At the same moment, all three people stood up and someone came in.

The legs and feet of the mustachioed man were the most slippery, and he ran into the stone gate on the east side.

"This way."

Zhao Yun called out. He had figured out the passage before he came and knew the way out.

The thief hurriedly followed, and the mustached man followed without even thinking. For some reason, after this battle, he quite believed in this little martial artist who was a real spirit. There was a sense of mystery all over his body.

The path Zhao Yun chose is still very reliable.

Not long after the three escaped, they saw a group of people coming down.

The leader was a young man in black robes. He had a demonic nature, especially his right eye, which was shining with demonic light. The aura flowing through his body lurked a violent demonic evil spirit, which was extremely cold.

"Damn it."

Seeing the scene in the underground palace, the young man suddenly looked ugly.

It's not hard to imagine what happened here before. The good blood pool was gone.

"Holy Son, there is someone in the passage."

I don't know who shouted out.

"Catch them alive."

The young man in black robe immediately turned around and disappeared into the underground palace like a ghost.

Here, Zhao Yun and the others have reached the exit and worked together to forcefully penetrate the ground.

"Catch them."

The roar was quite noisy, and a large crowd of people chased him out.

"Walk."

The mustachioed legs and feet are still the most slippery.

The thief is not slow either. He can run faster than a rabbit when he activates Escape.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun crossed the eaves and escaped into the darkness.

Then, I saw the big roc spreading its wings, like a golden light streaking across the sky.

"Where to go."

The young man in black robe snorted coldly and jumped up to the eaves.

A blood eagle flew over and caught him, chasing Zhao Yun like a black shadow.

"Xuanyang Realm."

Zhao Yun once looked back.

He only looked at it, but he was no longer able to fight and was still in a weak state.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two of them flew past each other, one behind the other.

Dapeng has a long enough face and two talismans attached to it, so his speed is not limited.

Zheng! Zheng!

Behind him, the young man in black robe was chasing after him.

There was sword energy all over the sky, whistling like a strong wind, and making a harsh clang sound.

"Catch them alive."

There were also constant shouts from the other two directions.

The mustache's anger and blood were rising, and he didn't dare to look back as he ran away, not wanting to be beaten by a group of people.

Wang Zha became even more cowardly and rolled and crawled away.

Compared to these two parties, there was a lot of silence in the air. Zhao Yun was silent, and the black-robed young man was silent. One ran away and the other chased them. They rushed out of the town, one after the other, and chased for two to three hundred miles.

"I really underestimate you."

The young man in black robe gave a ferocious laugh and waved his hand with a golden spell.

It's a speed talisman, and it's a high-level speed talisman. I didn't want to use it, but now I can't use it anymore. The guy in front ran too fast, and he had a lot of speed talismans. If he was so lazy, he would really run away.

Whoosh!

With the golden light speed talisman affixed, the blood eagle's speed increased dramatically.

Then, there was a black sword energy, which wiped out bunches of fire in the air.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun used his soul to control the sword and tried his best to block.

"Walk?"

The young man in black robe who had chased him a hundred feet away let out a faint laugh.

I saw him closing his right eye slightly.

The next moment, it opened and closed again, aiming at Dapeng.

Then something strange happened. On the left wing of Dapeng, a jet-black flame ignited, reflecting the dim moonlight. The flame was also magical in nature, and the flame had no heat at all.

Gua!

Dapeng screamed and screamed in severe pain.

Zhao Yun hurriedly sacrificed his true energy to extinguish the flames.

However, it cannot be extinguished no matter what.

Zhao Yun frowned, seeing such strange flames for the first time.

Dapeng screamed again, and Zhao Yun could hear its meaning: it had to return to the spirit world to extinguish the fire.

Walk!

Zhao Yun sent Dapeng back to the spirit world without even thinking about it.

And he, like a ray of light, fell all the way from the sky.

Zheng!

The blood eagle flew in, bringing with it a hurricane, and the young man in black robe was not idle either, with sword energy pouring down like rain.

Pound pound pound!

Zhao Yun tried his best to move Long Yuan, dancing as hard as he could while falling.

The sword energy was mostly blocked, but it was inevitable that he would hit, after all, he was in a weak state.

"That... what kind of eye it is."

Zhao Yun murmured, staring at the right eye of the man in black robe.

It should be a heavenly eye, and the dark flames before are probably the secret technique of his heavenly eye. As long as he is within the visual distance and aims accurately enough, he can make the opponent's body ignite with that weird flame, which is difficult to prevent, and it can also attack him. Immortal, or he didn't find the right way.

Fortunately, Dapeng has a way to solve it.

If he had been hit, he would have been burned to ashes.

However, that secret technique most likely has a time limit. It is so overbearing that it must consume a lot of pupil power. In this way, it cannot be used a second time in a short period of time, otherwise, the young man in black robe will definitely give him a touch-up.