Eternal gate

Where are people?

Reflecting the stars, Zhao Yun and Dapeng landed on the top of a mountain.

After chasing him to this place, Feng Wu's figure was nowhere to be seen again, and the tracking mark had also disappeared.

"Good for you."

Dapeng sighed, he didn't know whether Feng Wu himself was strong or not, but his ability to escape was really unique. As long as their realms were not much different, there were really not many people who could avoid being tracked by the two of them.

"Fairy?" Zhao Yun called while sensing.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, there was no trace of breath.

"What should we do?" Dapeng coughed dryly.

"Go back to Datian Ancient City." Zhao Yun took one last look, turned around and left. He couldn't find Feng Wu himself, so he looked for Master Wangxiang. As Feng Wu's master, he should know where his disciple had gone.

late at night.

The two returned to Wangxiang Tower.

backyard.

Master Wangxiang was sitting under a tree drinking wine, with a portrait made by his disciple in front of him.

When he saw Zhao Yun and Dapeng coming back, he looked strangely at how they were back in the middle of the night.

"What is your disciple going to do?" Dapeng said without any nonsense and got to the point.

Master Wangxiang frowned slightly, looking at the postures of these two people, they seemed to be trying to force him into the palace.

He was very surprised. Why were they so interested in his disciple? Is there a story behind it?

Despite all the doubts, he still gave the answer, "Revenge."

"Who am I looking for for revenge?" Zhao Yun stepped forward without looking sideways.

"Han Jiang."

"Han Jiang?"

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed, as if he had seen this name somewhere.

Yes, the number one true biography of Chitian Palace has its name on the Great Immortal List.

"What grudge do they have?" Dapeng asked in a low voice.

"The great hatred of genocide." Master Wangxiang said only four words.

After hearing this, Dapeng took a deep breath. No wonder Feng Wu was not afraid of life and death. It was a blood debt. This was somewhat similar to Feng Wu in the mortal world. He vaguely remembered that the word "hate" on Feng Wu's forehead was oozing with blood. It was heartbreaking. It wasn't until Yin Ming was slaughtered that Feng Wu erased the word "hate".

"Where are the Hanjiang people?" Zhao Yun looked at Xiang Zhenren again.

"It is rumored that he is going to the Kunlun Festival." Master Wangxiang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yun disappeared like a ghost.

Dapeng Maliao followed, and before leaving, he glanced back at Master Wangxiang. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes said everything: You have such a big heart to be a master! If your disciple goes to die, you won’t stop him?

Master Wangxiang sighed.

He knew that his disciple had a strong temper and could not be stopped.

Rather than suffering in the pain of bearing a blood debt, it would be better to set her free.

"She wants to have a fight head-on!"

Dapeng followed Zhao Yun closely and left Datian Ancient City again.

Zhao Yun didn't refute, it was obvious.

He had heard about the Kunlun event. The attendees were all respectable old guys, and there was no shortage of young talents. They came on stage to compete, and the elders basically did not interfere. When Feng Wu goes to Kunlun this time, he will definitely challenge Han Jiang in public. There are so many The killing talisman can blow Han Jiang into ashes in one breath.

By then.

The elders of Chitian Palace may not be able to intervene in time.

It was too late to save people, but Feng Wu himself would never be able to leave.

"It's so messy."

Dapeng scratched his feathers and exchanged his life for his life. He felt that it was not worth it. Even if he asked the killer organization for help, it would be better than losing his life. But having said that, asking someone to kill someone and doing it on his own had different moods.

Kill your enemies with your hands.

If Feng Wu really has this obsession, it will be useless to say anything.

Based on this obsession, she wanted to kill Han Jiang. The Kunlun Festival was indeed a good opportunity. Could it be that she went to the outside world to kill him? Stop making trouble. With Han Jiang's identity, how can he be without guards around him? Not to mention killing him, it is difficult to get close. The Kunlun Festival is a fair place for a fair fight. It is a good place for a fight. As long as she is ruthless enough and fast enough, It is easy to send Han Jiang away in one breath.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun offered sacrifices to Yumen and headed north.

Kunlun is at the junction of the four wildernesses. From south to north, crossing Kunlun is the Northern Wasteland. From east to west, crossing Kunlun is the Western Wasteland. It is a holy land and a symbol of the division of the four major territories.

"Do you...believe what she said?" Dapeng took out the wine gourd.

"She has seen through life and death, and maybe she will really return Feng Wu's freedom." Zhao Yun said.

"If this is really the case, Feng Wu won't look so pitiful." Dapeng sat cross-legged, speaking rudely. Who would let the incarnation be the shadow of the original deity? One thought of this deity is their whole life. Looking through the annals of history, I dare to ask which deity is willing to sacrifice his life to the incarnation.

Zhao Yun also sat down, not knowing whether to be happy for Feng Wu or sad for him.

After all, the incarnation in the world is different from the Tao body and the clone. It is easy for the Tao body and the clone to be free. The main body can just kill oneself with a knife, but the incarnation is different. It requires the whole life of the main body to be sacrificed.

He thought of Mengxian.

If Yunyan is to be freed, Mengxian will most likely lose his life.

Of course, this is not absolute.

The Dream Immortal Skill takes part in creation, and if it is not guaranteed, it can secretly change the world.

Long Trip.

He temporarily put away his thoughts, took out the Heavenly Mirror, and wrapped it with Heavenly Fire and Immortal Thunder.

Not to mention, the sky mirror after exercise does look like that, but the mirror is broken.

"Disciple, follow the instructions." Yun Yan whispered.

She transmitted a voice from her dream, which was an obscure and difficult-to-understand secret.

Zhao Yun refused to accept anyone who came, and engraved the secret formula in his mind as a brand.

"You know a lot!"

Zhao Yun, who had obtained the secret of the heart, was filled with sadness.

This is not accurate. It should be said that there are quite a few in the Mengxian Association. To activate the Heavenly Mirror requires a special method. I don’t know where Mengxian got it. It even passed down to Yunyan. By chance, he learned it.

Yun Yan just smiled, I have so many tricks up my sleeve?

Zhao Yun didn't say much and engraved a strand of Taoism on the sky mirror. It would be a brand.

It's just like refining a life-giving magic weapon. He has to leave something on it, otherwise he won't be able to activate it.

"Can this thing be repaired?" Dapeng came closer.

"Try it!" Zhao Yun said implicitly, still immersed in fiddling with it.

It took him three days to carve the brand and sprinkled a few drops of eternal blood.

The dark sky mirror was suddenly covered with a layer of golden light, and wisps of golden aura lingered.

"good."

Zhao Yun hung it in his palm and looked at it again and again.

A special magic weapon is extraordinary even if it is broken.

"I don't know how powerful it is."

Zhao Yun said, stepping out of the domain gate passage.

Dapeng also came out and landed on the top of the mountain together with it.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun silently recited his resolution and activated the Sky Mirror.

The sky mirror buzzed, soared up into the sky, sweeping out a ray of light.

Its destructive power was huge and a space collapsed.

Then, a person fell out of the crack in the space.

When Zhao Yun saw this, he couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth. Dapeng also coughed dryly when he saw this. This was because his aim was too accurate or too coincidental. The single blow from the sky mirror caused the channel through which people were transported to collapse.

boom!

The man stood firm with one step, making the sky tremble.

He was an old man, his appearance was miserable, especially his old face, which was extremely dark. He was meditating in the domain gate passage, but he didn't know where he was, and the passage suddenly broke apart.

"It's him?"

Only then did Zhao Yun clearly see the dignity of the other party, wasn't he just an old Taoist Youyou!

In the past, on an ancient mortal star, it was this guy who gave Bu Niantian a portion of his spiritual body's immortal bones. It was this old guy who took away many of his young goods, all of which were completely destroyed by Bu Niantian.