Eternal gate

In the domain gate passage, fire breath is flying.

It is the True Dragon Industry Fire that is still being trained by Zhao Yun.

This fire is very extraordinary, and it is really not ordinary strong. With Zhao Yun's eternal origin, he has been refining it seriously for three to five days, but he has not been able to refine it, and the whole Hun Tianhuo is in a panic.

"Even if you melt it, you are still the third child."

"Well, I'm the boss and this guy is the second."

"You're the fucking middle child, I have to be the big brother."

Long Yuan and Xian Lei were very dishonest and kept jumping up and down. They didn't care who the third child was, they only cared about who was the boss.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to pay attention and concentrated on refining the flames.

"If you find the Heavenly Spirit Pearl, can you let me go?" The white-bearded old man chuckled. This was not the first time he said this. He was afraid that Zhao Yun would forget it, so every once in a while, he would jump out to find someone. Sense of presence.

Zhao Yun's demeanor means everything: it depends on his mood.

At this point, the old Taoist is still working tirelessly. Compared to his previous ferocious look, he is now smiling in a amiable and amiable manner.

On the ninth day, Zhao Yun refined the karma fire.

After that, it was the spring of Hun Tianhuo.

The process of merging two fires! It went very smoothly, and Hun Tianhuo also activated a special skill as expected, and was able to speak out like Long Yuan and the others.

"Boss."

This was the first thing Hun Tianhuo said after his transformation.

Zhao Yun felt very relieved, and it was not in vain that he searched for fire to feed him.

It’s another night full of stars.

The two walked out of the passage under the moonlight.

As soon as you enter your eyes, you will see a vast sea.

That is the Dragon Burial Sea. According to legend, a divine dragon was once buried in this sea area, and the name Burial Dragon came from this.

Zhan Tianxing looked a little dazed.

It was obvious that he had been here before.

Over time, the terrain has changed a lot.

"But this." Zhao Yun looked at the white-bearded old man.

"There is no doubt about it." The white-bearded old man nodded, pointed to a distance, and continued, "There is an island deep in the sea, and the Tianling Pearl is there."

"Since you know there is a Heavenly Spirit Pearl, why don't you go get it."

"I went there once before coming here and almost got buried in it. The island is full of restrictions." The white-bearded old man coughed dryly. "I went back this time to find my friends for help. Unexpectedly, I met you on the way."

"You dare to lie to me at your own risk."

Mr. Zhao said and then stepped into the sea.

Zhan Tianxing also followed him all the way, and it was time to revisit his old place.

Roar! Roar!

As soon as they entered the Burial Dragon Sea, they heard the loud roar of dragons.

In addition, there are wisps of dragon energy, which seem to be looming.

Zhao Yun was full of curiosity and looked left and right as he walked. The rumors were probably true. Dragons were probably buried in this sea, and their bloodline and cultivation were both good. Otherwise, there would not be such a scene in the sea, and the dragon breaths were hidden. meaning.

"What the hell, there's a kind of one-on-one challenge."

As he was leaving, Zhao Yun suddenly heard loud cursing.

When it was over, there was a roar that shook the sky.

Someone should be fighting.

Looking with all your eyes, you can see the bloody night in the distance.

"There is a Heavenly Spirit Pearl, have you told others about it?" Mr. Zhao closed his eyes and looked at the old man with a white beard. He thought that the group fighting was fighting over the treasure, and he also thought that the treasure was the Heavenly Spirit Pearl. Lingzhu.

"I told you." The old Taoist spoke righteously and joked, but his mind was not full of water. How could a treasure like Tianling talk nonsense and swallow it all to himself? Isn't it delicious?

Zhao Yun didn't ask any more questions, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

The group of people who were fighting were already heading this way.

As he looked, the sea stirred up huge waves.

It was also under his gaze that a blond boy rolled and crawled out of the waves. He was extremely injured, with half of his body exposed to blood and bones.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned.

That guy... looks a bit familiar!

The blond boy was also stunned, and could even be said to be confused.

"Roc."

There was a hint of hoarseness in Mr. Zhao's murmur, and there was no mistaking it. It was definitely the golden-winged roc, his psychic beast in the mortal world, but now in human form.

He recognized Dapeng, and Dapeng recognized him.

Just because he recognized it, the golden-winged roc looked confused. He had imagined the scene of meeting Zhao Yun again, but he didn't expect to bump into him here. Counting the years, they hadn't seen each other for more than a hundred years, but the guy's respect was so great. Glory, he still remembers it.

It doesn't matter that he was dazed, his speed dropped sharply.

Just as the sword light came from behind, he was almost killed.

Looking at the people who were chasing him, they were three vicious old men, all dressed in black robes. Even the Taoist robes they wore were of the same style. At a glance, it was obvious that they were strong men of the same force.

"Destroy the Holy Land."

The white-bearded old man was surprised and seemed to know the other party's background.

How could Zhao Yun fail to recognize Li with his vision.

Since he was a Dapeng, he had to be saved. Since he was in the Withered Holy Land, he not only had to save it, but also had to fight to death. Who allowed him to have a deep hatred with an ancestor from the Withered Holy Land?

Well...that is, the Immortal King of Destruction.

In the past, that guy was one of the eight Immortal Kings who were chasing him and Bu Nian Tian. He was almost buried in the hands of Qing Tian because of the ban imposed by the Immortal King of Destruction.

No matter where you count.

It is impossible to be kind today.

boom!

The one who is more fierce than Zhao Yun is Zhan Tianxing.

Zhao Yun has a grudge against the Holy Land of Death, so why not him? The ancient divine dynasty was destroyed, and the Holy Land of Death was also one of the murderers. Without blood today, it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Um?

Seeing the two men coming to kill them, the three old men frowned.

It's so lively today, so many people can't sleep.

"We are the Saints of Destruction..."

The first black-robed old man said lightly, which was regarded as an opening statement and also as a move to the background. However, before he could finish these words, Zhao Yun started to attack, "The target is the Holy Land of Destruction."

Buzz!

Zhan Tianxing is the fastest and can kill with just a swing of his sword.

The first old man was caught off guard and was knocked over on the spot. Because he misjudged Zhan Tianxing's background and combat power, the pain of this sword made him feel very uncomfortable and his body was torn apart.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun arrived soon after, and his golden fist was unparalleled.

The second old man was also confused. He didn't expect that the Dongxu Realm could unleash such a terrifying punch. He was even caught off guard, and the body-protecting fairy light burst on the spot, splattering blood into the sky.

The third old man stood firm, but he was not spared, because the roc came back and transformed into its true body. A roc spread its wings and tore half of his body into pieces.

"Golden-winged Roc?"

The white-bearded old man was stunned and unbelievable.

Dapeng! It was a raptor that was on par with the divine beasts. It was the first time he had seen it. Apart from its weak cultivation and low level, its body, energy, blood, power and aura were more domineering than he had imagined.

"court death."

The first old man in black robe roared angrily, swept away the air of destruction, and attacked Zhan Tianxing. He was fucked in a daze in the middle of the night. Whoever else wouldn't be angry? Do I owe him a fight?

The second black-robed old man's formation was even bigger. With a wave of his arms, ninety-nine black flags were planted in all directions of the sky, forming a large formation, trapping Zhao Yun in it.

The third old man was miserable. One moment he had just stood firm, and the next second he was decapitated by Dapeng. He couldn't do it in a one-on-three fight. He had to fight alone. It was easy to deal with this guy.