Eternal gate

ah...!

Zhao Yun roared suddenly and sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.

This nightmare lasted long enough, and even when I woke up, I couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction.

His pair, which were supposed to be profound, still lurked a hint of confusion.

"who is he?"

Only he could hear this murmur.

In addition to the last time, I have dreamed about it twice.

The huge door, the vicissitudes of words, and the eternal back seemed to exist only in illusory dreams, and they seemed to have been engraved in his soul, and they would always play out with him inadvertently.

"Who is he?" Luna also asked.

That should be an ancient god, and... far stronger than her. Just six words made her soul tremble. What she was confused about was the relationship between that god and Zhao Yun.

"I'm almost out of seclusion, come out like this."

Luna's cheeks were pale, and she staggered down again, holding her waist.

To be honest, the injury was not serious. If it were not for the protection of the gods, otherwise, most of the soul would be gone. Since the injury was not serious, it would be necessary to retreat again, both to restore the soul power and to recuperate the injury.

Before closing her eyes, she glanced at Zhao Yun.

This boy is indeed no ordinary person!

"What a strange dream."

Here, Zhao Yun has regained consciousness and keeps mumbling.

At some point, he finally put aside his thoughts, sealed his seal and cast a psychic spell.

Gua!

This scream made Zhao Yun happy.

After several days, there was no barrier to the channeling, and the golden-winged roc was finally summoned.

The Dapeng at this moment is truly extraordinary.

After not seeing it for many days, it has lost its messy hair and is covered with golden feathers, especially its eyes, which are as sharp as swords. It is time for Nirvana. The hidden power of blood has been stimulated, wisps of it. Golden blood contains surging vitality.

In addition, the size of Dapeng is quite a bit larger than before.

Gua!

Dapeng screamed again, excitedly, and rubbed his furry head against Zhao Yun's body, as if he had not seen him for a day, as if it had been three autumns, let alone after so many days, he had been subjected to a magic wheel blood sacrifice and almost died. Huangquan.

"Walk."

Zhao Yun smiled and climbed onto Dapeng's back.

Dapeng neighed, like a ray of golden light, soaring into the sky. During this period, it kept croaking. He must be thinking about what Zhao Yun was telling him. Others didn't know its cry. Zhao Yun, who was connected with his soul, naturally understood Dapeng. It is expressing its joy.

Not long after, Dapeng flew out of the forest.

Zhao Yun found the direction and found the river again, looking for Wang Zhao all the way.

The difference is that this time he is looking from south to north. After all, the new sect competition is approaching, but he cannot be too far away from the Tian sect. He has to go back to participate in the competition and needs the awakening pill to save Liu Ruxin.

The river has many tributaries. Even if you look down from the sky, it is not easy to find people.

As before, he was not sure where Wang Zha was washed away, let alone whether Wang Zha was still alive.

It's another day.

The roc hovered in the void, while Zhao Yun looked down at it.

No one was seen.

Looking at it, he couldn't help but glance sideways. There was no one below, but there was someone in the sky.

Looking with all his eyes, he could see a piece of blood-colored clouds flying. To be precise, it was a large eagle. The blood-red eagle came across the sky as fast as a giant, and there were people sitting cross-legged on it.

"Mountain of corpses."

Zhao Yun almost narrowed his eyes and recognized who it was.

He was a member of the Corpse Clan. He had seen him at the Yin Yue King's Tomb, and used Hong Yuan's identity to scare him away. Unexpectedly, they met here again. Without asking, he knew that the guy had gone to plunder people's ancestral graves again.

On the mountain of corpses, there is another person on the back of the blood eagle.

It was a young man in black, sitting steadily cross-legged like a statue.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun wanted to run away.

Don't blame him for being like this, it's just because he is the devil, the holy son of the devil family.

That day, he was the one who plotted against Huadu with the magic wheel blood sacrifice on Mingyue Ancient City Street. He was also the one who chased and killed him. The reason why Dapeng returned to the spiritual world and could not channel for many days was because he was possessed by his demon. The strange black flames of the Blood Sacrifice burn endlessly once they are ignited.

He recognized it, and Dapeng himself recognized it.

Just because he recognized the devil, Dapeng's eyes became icy cold.

It endured a magic wheel blood sacrifice and almost died. It took many days to recover.

"The Corpse Clan and the Demon Clan have joined forces?" Zhao Yun murmured in his heart.

It was surprising enough to see the mountain of corpses, but there were also demons, and they were all in one piece.

Gua!

When he was looking at it, the blood eagle had arrived, and when he looked at Dapeng, his eyes were full of bloodlust and ferocity.

Corpse Mountain turned his head slightly, glanced at Zhao Yun, and also glanced at Dapeng. He could see how extraordinary Dapeng was, and he could also see how extraordinary Zhao Yun was. This junior... was by no means an ordinary true spirit realm.

The devil who was hovering next to him also opened his eyes for a moment.

When seeing Zhao Yun, Mo Zi couldn't help but frown slightly, as if he had seen him before somewhere.

Whoosh!

The blood eagle was as fast as lightning, spreading its wings across the sky.

"Not two alliances."

Zhao Yun murmured, passing by for a moment, and saw some clues.

The reason why Mozi was sitting cross-legged was not because he didn't want to move, but because he couldn't move. He must have been banned by Corpse Mountain. If what he expected was true, it was Corpse Mountain that captured Mozi. As for what he was captured for, according to his guess, it was probably to take it. The corpse-refining puppet may be asking for some secrets passed down by the demon family.

The three of them are each other's enemies.

Now, one of them catches the other, which is interesting.

"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."

Zhao Yun looked back and saw that the Dapeng had the same mind and flapped its wings to fly high.

Gua!

Not long after escaping, he heard a scream behind him.

But the blood eagle actually turned back again, and the mountain of corpses sitting on it had already stood up, its eyes glowing with a dark light, and there was a sinister smile on the corner of its mouth, staring at Zhao Yun and Dapeng.

In the barren mountains and ridges, a murderer is coming.

Zhao Yun also stood up and put two speed talismans on Dapeng's body.

Corpse Mountain is the pinnacle of Ksitigarbha, and there are two Ksitigarbha corpse puppets. In this way, it is the realm of three Ksitigarbhas.

He couldn't beat him, so he had no choice but to run.

"Junior, where are you going in a hurry?"

Corpse Mountain smiled playfully, and waved his hands with two quick-moving talismans.

Whoosh!

Xuanyang's peak-level blood eagle is extremely fast.

In just three or two seconds, the distance was reduced to only a few dozen feet.

At the same moment, a bolt of lightning struck out of Corpse Mountain's eyes, aiming at Dapeng.

Shoot the horse first before shooting the man.

Knocking off the mount... works better than anything else.

break!

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, sacrificing Long Yuan's sword but it was struck by lightning.

However, he was too far behind. Although he blocked it, he was knocked over.

"Walk."

Zhao Yun sent Dapeng away without even thinking about it.

And he, like a sandbag, fell from the sky.

"It's actually a psychic beast. It's so blind."

The corners of Zishan's mouth curled up slightly, and one hand came down from the air to capture Zhao Yun alive.

Zhao Yun would not be caught standing, so he put a speed talisman on his body the moment before, and his falling speed increased sharply to avoid being caught by the mountain of corpses. From a distance, he looked like a ray of light falling from the sky.

"Well done, you little martial artist."

The mountain of corpses became interested and drove the blood eagle to swoop in pursuit.

When he was three to five inches above the ground, Zhao Yun cast a hanging talisman and landed smoothly.

He ran into the dense mountain forest like a black shadow.