Eternal gate

Kunlun is the junction of four wilderness areas.

It is a fairyland and a holy land.

The grand event created here is once in a century and is unparalleled in its magnitude.

As the sky dawned, we saw crowds of people gathering at the foot of the vast mountain.

In order to welcome visitors from all directions, Kunlun sent out eight immortal kings.

No one dares to cause chaos here, just because it is one of the few super sects in the immortal world.

“It’s so majestic!”

Zhao Yun followed the flow of people, looking up at them all the way.

It is also a grand event, and Tianchi Holy Land is like a joke compared to Kunlun.

That's right, the backgrounds are different, so they are not the same. For example, in Tianchi Holy Land, there is only one Taoist Realm, Tianchi Immortal Mother, and in Kunlun Holy Land, eight Immortal Kings are sent to welcome guests. This is the difference.

"please."

People in Kunlun don't have any airs, even the Immortal King who welcomes guests is quite knowledgeable about etiquette.

At least in Zhao Yun's opinion, the eight old men who welcomed the guests were very pleasing to him.

Entering the gate of Kunlun Mountain, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, all made of white jade, crystal clear. Looking at both sides of the stone steps, there are many exotic flowers and plants, and even the moss on the ground is shining with luster.

The spiritual energy here is extremely strong, and rain and mist have condensed in many places.

If you are a disciple of Kunlun, you should be lucky for three lifetimes. This is a holy place for cultivation.

Zhao Yun was like a country bumpkin, looking left and right all the way, and was quite curious about the bright lanterns hanging on the old trees. They were not real lights, but seemed to have evolved from an ancient Tao Yun.

"Thank you for saving me that day in front of the Supreme City." Yanyu whispered and smiled.

"Sister, I'm serious, I just pushed you out." Zhao Yun smiled.

"How did you escape from the gods' mansion?"

"The Great Way of Heaven."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly and said only four words.

Yanyu frowned slightly after hearing this, as if she understood something. It must be the end game in the pavilion. There must be a mystery hidden in the game. She has never experienced it before, and she doesn't know what's going on, but it must be extremely difficult, because seeing Zhao Yun again, she will never be here again. There is a kind of blood-stained vicissitudes found in people.

Crossing the stone steps, Zhao Yun seemed to see the vast world.

The scene in front of me is bizarre and bizarre, like a fairyland in a dream.

It was not the first time for Yanyu to come here, so he was not too surprised. On the contrary, Mr. Zhao was stuck there like a wooden stake and did not move for a while. Poverty limited his imagination, which was too vast.

"Let's go." Yanyu tugged at the corner of Zhao Yun's clothes.

Mr. Zhao then raised his feet and looked left and right all the way.

Kunlun is Kunlun, which opened his eyes to see the fairy towers hanging in the sky and the steep mountain palaces. They were all fairyland where the Tao Yun caged the dusk and the birds sang and the flowers fragrant. He always felt like he had fallen into a dream.

The same is true for Yanyu. Every time he comes back, he has a different state of mind.

This is Kunlun, long and ancient, shrouded in mystery.

In comparison, her Taoist inheritance is somewhat inferior.

"So many monsters."

Zhao Yun was amazed when he saw many Kunlun disciples on the road.

You can always see young talents at every corner in the mountains, and there are also many outstanding people on the winding paths. Some are holding secret scrolls, some are enlightened with swords, and most of them are chatting with visiting guests.

He saw the Sunset Son of God, a folding paper fan waving rhythmically.

Looking at his elegant and leisurely manner, it seems that he just wanted to say: I am handsome.

Not to mention, there are quite a few female disciples who do this, and there are even many fairies accompanying him, all with beautiful eyes. Sunset God Son is a good-looking person, and he likes the feeling of being worshiped.

The grand gathering place is on the largest mountain peak in Kunlun.

When Zhao Yun and Yanyu came up, the venue was already crowded with people.

As a host, Kunlun is not stingy. The jade tables are arranged in an orderly manner. On each table are three or five jade plates, filled with strange fairy fruits, nectar and jade dew. The fruity fragrance and The fragrance of the wine lingers around the top of the mountain, and after one sip, you feel relaxed and happy.

"It's so charming."

Zhao Yun glanced around, and finally looked up at the sky.

There is a fairy sitting cross-legged in the clouds, playing beautiful fairy music.

There are also fairies dancing in the clouds, like butterflies in the painting.

The two found a corner and sat down comfortably.

Zhao Yun, the thief, realized himself and took a few fruits.

The fruits of Kunlun are extraordinary and cannot be eaten by ordinary people.

Yanyu was reserved and only used the jade cup to smell the wine.

Zhao Yun is a foodie, and he doesn't waste time finding people while eating.

It doesn't matter if there are many people, he will watch them one by one, regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young. If Master Wangxiang didn't lie to him, Feng Wu himself will definitely come back, and he will challenge Han Jiang in public, the blood debt of genocide! It can drive people crazy and do anything stupid.

Speaking of Han Jiang, he asked in a low voice.

"Which one is the number one true successor of Chitian Palace?"

Yanyu didn't say anything, she just raised her hand and pointed at the entrance of the event.

Zhao Yun looked around and saw a young man in white walking in.

That guy was better at pretending than Sunset God Son. He held one hand behind his back and waved a paper fan gently with the other hand. With his big eyes, he really looked like a Confucian scholar, which was definitely in line with Qi Yu's majestic style.

However, no matter how well he acted, he could not hide the anger in his eyes.

Usually such people are cruel and have evil thoughts in their hearts.

Zhao Yun and Yan Yu agree on this point. They are both proficient in the magic of heaven and have some knowledge of physiognomy. It is not difficult to guess his character with just one glance without having to look at him for a long time.

When it comes to deduction, there really is a great master in this field.

That's right, he was acting like a master, and there was a handsome young man beside him.

"He is Lu Chang, the holy son of the Yantian lineage."

Yanyu was quite considerate and introduced her through a message.

Zhao Yun took a bite of the spirit fruit, but he couldn't see clearly through Lu Chang. Perhaps that guy had a mysterious power that covered up the opportunity. It was supposed to be a method of acting in the sky, operating at all times, which could confuse others from looking at him.

He was looking at Lu Chang, and Taoist Yan Tian subconsciously glanced sideways at him.

For a brief moment, his old eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that this person looked familiar.

He didn't go into details, because many seniors had already come over to chat, and all of them were respectable people. As for Lu Chang, who was beside him, he went to another place, thinking that he was handsome, so he would join in wherever there were more people.

There are people from the Yantian lineage, how can there be no shortage of the Zangtian lineage.

That was the old Taoist Zangtian. He had seen him in the ancient city of Cangmiao. He used the eternal blood to replace his talisman of escape from the world. The old man had a bad habit. He liked to visit and sit on the beams to smoke.

Acting in the sky and seeing the hidden sky is like a scholar meeting a soldier.

Many old guys couldn't help but cough when they saw him, and the two of them often fought.

Whoosh!

After Zangtian Lao Dao, eight figures walked in together.

They are the Sunset Immortal King, the Black Abyss Old Taoist, the Withering Immortal King, the Ancestor of Jue Tian, ​​the Golden Wheel Dharma King, the Eight Extreme Heavenly Monarchs, the Red Ghost Taoist, and the Yin Demon True Immortal. They are all peak Immortal Kings with extraordinary auras and backgrounds. One is more scary than the other, simply because they represent the Eight Holy Lands.

Yanyu saw nothing, but Mr. Zhao became particularly angry after seeing it.

In the past, these were the eight people who surrounded and killed him and Bu Niantian in the Immortal Burial Sea.

Behind them, all followed a young man. Without exception, they were all sons of the Son of God. He had seen the Son of Sunset God before, and the other seven were the first to meet him. They were all sons of God who could be in the Holy Land. They were all famous in the Great Immortal List.

After that, there was a strange trio: a bald head and two children.

The three of them came in swaggeringly, with invitations hanging around their necks.

Zhao Yun was stunned when he saw them, because they were all very old acquaintances: the bald old man, the Hulu boy, and the troublemaker, and they had also come to the Great Wilderness. They hadn't seen each other for many days. The cultivation of the three of them was soaring, and they were all around. There was an inexplicable aura lingering there, and even he couldn't see it.

"Isn't the crazy guy here too?"

Zhao Yun muttered and looked around more than once.

He didn't find Kuang Yingjie, nor did he recognize the troublemakers. Today was a big scene, and it was not appropriate to recognize relatives on the spot. The only blame was his special status, and the only blame was the Daluo Immortal Sect. There were enemies all over the world, and I'm afraid more than half of them were present. If you are hostile to the Immortal Sect, you want him to die?

"That... is Sword Master Luo Chen." Yanyu said again.

Zhao Yun saw it. He was a young man as rich as jade, with no appearance or dew.

He looked inside Zifu, glanced at the sword master in the fairy pond, and then asked Yanyu.

"What is the relationship between the Sword Master and the Sword Master?"

"It doesn't matter." Yanyu whispered.

After she finished, she added something, "If there is a connection, it is that both of them are practicing swordsmanship, taking different paths, but reaching the same goal. Also, the two of them are not from the same era."

"Which one is weak and which one is strong?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"No difference." Yanyu's answer was very reserved.

When the two of them were talking, Zhao Yun suddenly felt his body light up. When he raised his eyes, he realized that the sword master was looking at him. There was a trace of sword light flashing through Gujing Wubo's eyes, but it disappeared in just a moment.

"He...can sense the Sword Master?" Zhao Yun muttered in his heart.

This possibility cannot be ruled out. Those who are both master sword cultivators are very sensitive to the sword's intention.

If the Sword Master can do it, the Sword Master himself can do it. This is a tacit understanding of the same level.

"Here comes another ruthless character." Yanyu sniffed the wine.

No need for him to say anything, Zhao Yun had already heard it, it was a domineering sword cry.

The sound of the sword came from a young man, whose aura was like a magic sword, and even his long hair was dyed with the meaning of the sword.

"He is Kong Tianyu, known to the world as the Overlord Sword." As expected of a disciple of the Taoist Immortal, Yan Yu is very knowledgeable and introduces Zhao Yun, "According to legend, he only practiced one sword in his life, and he once chopped down a demigod with one sword. The name of the Overlord Sword comes from From this point on, there are really not many people at the same level who can take a blow from him."

"There are so many ruthless people in the immortal world!" Zhao Yun couldn't help but sigh.

As his name suggests, his aura of domineering swordsmanship is unparalleled.

Compared to Ba Dao, the young man who came up next was particularly low-key. He was just like a mortal, with no sense of existence, but what was different was that he was carrying an emerald green bamboo stick on his back.

"The Sage of Tea...the great sage who enlightened through tea." Yanyu took a sip of wine.

"Unfathomable." Zhao Yun said in his heart, unable to see through the young man.

The man behind the Tea Sage is equally low-key, and is quite restrained in plain clothes. He must have experienced many vicissitudes of life, his shoulders are stained with dust, and the stubble around his mouth adds a touch of indescribable decadence to him.

Seeing him, everyone present couldn't help but frown, "Holy Lord?"

Zhao Yun, who was sitting in the corner, was in a trance when he saw it.