Eternal gate

"I'm afraid it will be very difficult to cure your master."

Zhao Yun withdrew his hand and spoke with sincerity.

The old Taoist Youyou didn't talk nonsense, and casually stuffed Zhao Yun into a storage bag, which was filled with immortal stones, as well as spells, elixirs, weapons, secret treasures... Silence is better than sound, these are all rewards.

"It's not a big deal."

Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves. He was not jealous of money, but he was mainly willing to help others.

He sacrificed his origin and drowned the purple-haired woman. He had cured the Heavenly Clan's Holy Son. He was familiar with this matter, but he was not lying. It was indeed extremely difficult to correct the chaos of this person's bloodline.

"Take it easy."

The old man Youyou put his hands in his hands and just stared at them, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yun.

To be honest, Bu Nian Tian was too arrogant to allow this guy to go out for a walk alone, and also started to cause trouble everywhere, such as massacring Liao Yang, and causing a riot in the mines. Aren't you afraid that someone would take care of him halfway?

Zhao Yun stopped being amused and concentrated on treating people.

The repulsion of three bloodlines is much more ferocious than two.

Even if he has the origin of the Holy Spirit, it is difficult to perfectly reconcile it.

This is a time-consuming technical job.

He didn't dare to be careless, or the three bloodlines might have a collective backlash.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

Here, Old Taoist Youyou has pressed the roc. To put it mildly, he is borrowing something. To put it more bluntly, it is to bleed. The golden-winged roc is not common, and it is rare to see one alive and kicking. It is necessary to bleed some blood.

Poor Dapeng! I haven't gotten up since being pinned down.

The old man Youyou still wanted to show off his face, bleeding someone, and not forgetting to seal a red envelope.

"Don't worry about the details."

"Fuck your grandma."

One person is a bird, one is smiling, the other is furious.

Thanks to Dapeng's low cultivation level, otherwise he would have torn this guy to pieces.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Yun called out, his tone urgent.

It's not surprising that he was like this, it was just because the sealed purple-haired woman showed signs of breaking the seal.

Old Taoist Youyou hurriedly stepped forward and offered hundreds of talismans.

The purple-haired woman became depressed, but blood continued to bleed from the corner of her mouth.

The three blood vessels were colliding, and the power of the blood vessels was extremely restless, even damaging her body and foundation. If things continued like this, she might have been killed by the backlash of the blood vessels before she woke up.

"I said... can you do it?" Old Taoist Youyou looked at Zhao Yun.

"Just keep an eye on her." Zhao Yun's energy surged, trapping the purple-haired woman.

The old Taoist Youyou moved closer, and Zhao Yun didn't need to say anything, he would also target the master. It was like an operation, the patient just lay there calmly, but if he moved erratically, the situation would get out of hand.

I have to say that the Holy Spirit is indeed very strange and has miraculous power.

With the continuous influx of Zhao Yun's origin, the three bloodlines of the purple-haired woman have really subsided a lot. Although they are still repelling and colliding with each other, the number of backlashes has become less and less.

Her cheeks were rosy, but Zhao Yun's face was quite pale.

Technical work! I don’t know that it consumes a lot of energy and blood, but also consumes a lot of original power.

The old man Youyou was quite decent, crushing pills more than once to make supplies for Zhao Yun.

"We have to pay more." Zhao Yun said reluctantly.

"Add, must add." Old Daoist Youyou smiled and explained very well why people feel refreshed during happy events. Isn't it a happy event that Master's condition has improved?

He would be willing to go bankrupt if he really cured his master.

Mr. Zhao is useless if he doesn't take care of himself, all he gets is good stuff.

The so-called dry goods are the eternal origin and powerful refinement.

"If Feng Yin returns, some forces may suffer." Yun Yan said suddenly.

Zhao Yun heard clearly that Feng Yin should be the name of the purple-haired woman.

As for certain forces! I don’t know which ones they are referring to, but there should be no Daluo Immortal Sect.

If he was really an enemy, Old Dao Youyou would not find him.

When night fell again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The three bloodlines are no longer exclusive, and have begun to merge under the harmony of the eternal source.

The most difficult period has passed, and it is only a matter of time.

Looking at the sleeping Feng Yin, there was less pain on her cheeks and more tranquility and serenity.

In addition, it is the fragmented bloodline phenomenon that is reorganized in the process of evolution.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of the ancient Tao, which is a very wonderful Tao.

The next day, Feng Yin's hair faded into red.

Dapeng had a curious look on his face and scanned in circles until he almost landed on someone's face.

Mr. Zhao knew very well that this was the original color of her hair. It turned purple only because of her blood. Now that she has returned to her original state, the fusion of blood is no longer a problem.

When it comes to fusion, the bloodline of Master Youyou is really domineering.

Here, Zhao Yun and Dapeng both felt deeply, and the distance was extremely depressing.

"Another bloodline that is not tolerated by heaven and earth?" Zhao Yun murmured to himself.

Only then did he realize that Feng Yin's injuries were not all from blood, but also from injuries caused by law. If this was also a disease, then she would be the same as the prehistoric body.

The difference is that her injuries were not as heavy as before, and she would probably be able to recover even without the longevity secret.

If that doesn't work, then join the Daluo Immortal Sect.

If it were his own family, Bu Niantian would not hesitate to teach him the secret of longevity.

"It's done." Old Daoist Youyou was very excited.

The master's bloodline does not need to be reconciled, and it cannot stop the trend of fusion.

Just say it! This kid is not simple, he is not only a treasure, but also a blessed general.

On the second day and night, Zhao Yun really stopped.

He was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground.

"Thank you, little friend."

Although Feng Yin didn't wake up, one word resounded loudly.

It was true that the bloodlines were fused, but her transformation was not yet complete.

"No need to thank you, just ask your disciple to seal me a big red envelope." Zhao Yunzheng'er said, Dapeng had lost so much blood, he had to get some tonic for the bird.

The old Taoist Youyou was really filial. He didn't need the master to say anything, so he stuffed Zhao Yun with another storage bag. He was in a good mood, and he was generous with his money. It was really a big red envelope.

"See you."

Zhao Yun is not polite and slips into the eternal world.

Without delay, he swallowed two pills, turned around and left, rushing to Kunlun.

"Do you have an invitation?" Behind you came the words of a mysterious old man.

"I forgot about this." Zhao Yun turned back again, rubbed his hands, and looked at Old Dao Youyou with a smile on his face. If this old man dared to say this, he probably had an invitation to the Kunlun event in his hand.

Since it's a grand event, you can't get in without an invitation.

"I spent a lot of effort to get it, and I give it to you." Old Daoist Youyou waved his sleeves, and the invitation was hanging in the air. Originally, he wanted to join in the Kunlun event and find the Kunlun Immortal Lord to save his master.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Zhao Yun on the way and helped the master fuse his bloodline.

In this way, it doesn't matter if you don't go to the Kunlun Festival, they are all pretenders who get angry after seeing too much.

"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun raised his hand to accept it, and scanned it with his eyes. He could see that the invitation was engraved with the word "Kunlun", and it had the meaning of wandering and majestic. It was worthy of the grand ceremony of Kunlun.