Eternal gate

"Mako."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, and only he could hear it.

That's right, that decadent man looked exactly like the mortal Holy Son of the Demon Family.

He had seen a face like this once in the black hole, that is, the evil thought of the black shadow. Even though it was just an evil thought, it was a thief capable of beating a thief, and the great magical power of using the sky as a drum almost destroyed him. At that time, Yun Yan once said that the honor of the evil thoughts of the black shadow is exactly the same as that of the holy king.

"They are so similar." Yanyu murmured softly.

The honor of the Holy King is not a secret. She once had the honor to see a portrait.

Comparing them two by two, it turns out that they are more than just likenesses, they are simply carved out of the same mold.

"He is a holy king." Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

"The Holy Lord has been buried long ago." Yanyu responded via voice transmission.

"What if it's a fake death?" Zhao Yun asked again.

"Impossible, my master was present on the day when the Holy Lord was buried." Yanyu confirmed, "Master said personally that the Holy Lord died without even a trace of his soul left."

Zhao Yun didn't answer anymore and silently called Yun Yan.

"I don't know." Yun Yan shook her head lightly, unable to tell any clues.

Or maybe she is just an incarnation and does not have the vision of the real person.

Zhao Yun looked inside Zifu and wanted to ask the sword master.

However, the Sword Master was drowning in the Immortal Pond, and he was too embarrassed to bother him.

The lively event was suddenly depressed because of that decadent man. It was only because the Holy Lord had such a great reputation. In the past, he fought fiercely in the Northern Wilderness with a sword and gained a reputation that was unparalleled in the world. It was a nightmare for a generation.

"is it him?"

Too many old guys narrowed their eyes slightly, wondering whether they were asking themselves or their colleagues.

Especially the enemies of the Da Luo Immortal Sect are on pins and needles at this moment. The reason why the Holy Lord died in the battle in the past was all because of protecting the Da Luo Immortal Sect. The reason why he protected the Da Luo Immortal Sect was not because of the siege from all sides.

"They are all destroyed. It cannot be his."

"I was also present that day, and I was indeed very shaken."

"The Holy Lord has made a fortune, and Bao Buqi has used it as a cover-up."

The old guys are secretly transmitting messages, trying to tell the truth.

But the so-called truth cannot be explained in just three words.

Subconsciously, many people looked at Yantian Laodao.

They can't see the clues, and God can't figure out the mystery without acting on behalf of others.

However, Yantian Lao Dao, who was under the spotlight of everyone, frowned slightly. He used the deduction method to be correct, but he did not calculate it. It was not that his method was not good or not, but that the man had a mysterious power to cover it up.

On the other side, the decadent man had found a corner to sit down.

He was like an idle outsider, even though he was stared at from all directions, he showed no emotion at all.

But anyone with a discerning eye would know that the atmosphere of the grand gathering had become particularly depressing because of him alone.

"Fellow Taoist...it's so strange!"

Youyou's words sounded, coming from Zhenjue Taoist.

There has to be someone who jumps out and asks if he doesn't mind being the first person. If he is really a holy king, it is necessary to fight again today. There are so many peak immortal kings, but I don't believe they can defeat him.

"It's just idle clouds and wild cranes." The decadent man said calmly, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life.

The old Taoist Zhen Jue couldn't help but stand up after hearing this. This was not the answer he wanted.

Then, there were many people with powerful backgrounds who stood up. Their old eyes flashed, staring at that person. Many of them secretly mobilized their original immortal power, and they were quite ready to fight.

The atmosphere of the grand gathering was instantly depressing to the extreme. Fortunately, the seniors were able to withstand the pressure from all directions. The juniors, such as Zhao Yun, found it difficult to breathe and felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

"We in Kunlun are honored to have visitors from all over the world."

At the moment when the sword was at stake, a word from outside the sky resounded throughout the night.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a person appear, an old man in plain clothes, with a gentle smile. There was no trace of a monk's breath in him, and his old eyes were calmer than Shisui.

He is the ancestor of Kunlun, known as the Immortal Lord of Kunlun in the world.

Everyone present looked at him with fear.

This is not an Immortal King, but a genuine demigod.

Because of his arrival, the atmosphere at the scene changed again, and the pressure of the Cage Mu Festival turned into a breeze. The juniors felt it most vividly, because the mountain that was pressing on them was lifted off at this moment.

The host is here, who dares not to show face?

Look at those powerful people, each one is more honest than the last.

This is the situation Kunlun Immortal Lord wants to see. Even if he wants to fight, he has to wait until the grand event starts. As long as both parties are willing, he will not stop it. As for now, it is best not to make things happen.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but my Taoist friend from Kunlun is still as charming as ever!"

"Looking at the aura of fellow Taoist, it seems to be a sign of becoming a god."

"If you want to become the supreme leader someday, don't forget about this bad old man like me."

Laughter rang out, and many seniors stood up and exchanged greetings.

The tense gathering returned to a peaceful posture. Despite the turbulent undercurrents, they were all suppressed by force. On other people's territory, you must understand the rules. If Kunlun Immortal Lord gets angry, the consequences will be serious.

"So strong!" Zhao Yun said in his heart.

This is his judgment on Kunlun Immortal Lord. It is really unfathomable.

And what this century-old event needs is people like this to dominate the scene.

"No need to be formal."

Immortal Lord Kunlun smiled and glanced at the decadent man in an incomprehensible way.

The demigod's vision is unmatched by the Immortal King. He vaguely knows the secrets that others cannot see. That weirdo may not be the real Saint King, but he is definitely inseparable from the Saint King.

After seeing the decadent person, he also glanced at Zhao Yun.

He was surprised. Before he saw Bu Nian Tian, ​​it was Holy Lord Daluo who came.

Zhao Yun moved his eyes away and just ate the fruit. Even if the immortal king glanced at him, he felt doubly depressed. He was only half a step away from being a god, and there was a terrifying aura in his every move.

Zheng...!

Accompanied by the resounding sound of the piano, the event completely kicked off.

Many fairies appeared on the stage and danced like butterflies.

"please."

Immortal Lord Kunlun held the wine glass and looked around with a smile.

The guests did not dare to neglect, this was a toast from the demigod.

"Old Taoist, stop hiding it."

Before the guests could put down their wine glasses, they heard a rough voice.

He was a mighty man from the barbarian tribe. He was taller when he was sitting than when he was standing.

Immortal Lord Kunlun just smiled and gently emitted a ray of fairy light.

The fairy light turned into small cloud platforms, arranged in an orderly manner.

Then, fairies came in one by one, like serving food, holding three or five secret volumes in their hands, more or less, placed on each cloud platform, one volume after another neatly arranged.

"what does this mean."

Zhao Yun asked casually while looking for Feng Wu himself.

"Those secret scrolls are all the insights left by the ancestors of the Kunlun lineage. They are compiled into books. Every time there is a grand gathering in Kunlun, the Immortal Lord will take them out for visitors from all over to study. How much you can learn depends on your destiny. ." Yanyu said slowly, "This move has been going on for tens of thousands of years."

"Kunlun is so generous?" Zhao Yun was quite surprised.

The insights of our ancestors are hidden by any force.

Kunlun is so unique that it is shared with the Four Wildernesses. No wonder the Kunlun Festival is so huge. No wonder people in the world are trying to get in. So many secret volumes of enlightenment are all given away for free. It is worthy of a first-class holy land. It's just such courage. , ordinary inheritance cannot compare.

"You're welcome! ...Watch whatever you want."

Still a brave man, he was the first to come out.

He is so careless, and those who don’t know better think he is the master?

There was no need for him to talk nonsense. Many people had already walked out, as if they were shopping together, walking between the cloud platforms. Sometimes they would reach out and pick up one or two secret volumes, and then three or five people would put them aside and mutter.

Not everyone was reading the secret scroll, but many were drinking and chatting happily. While chatting, they did not forget to look at the stage. The fairies of Kunlun were very beautiful and graceful, and their dancing postures were also graceful.

In a place where people gather together, there are inevitably literati and poets, such as those young talents, both male and female, who are either reciting poems, admiring the moon, painting, or dancing swords, all of whom are enjoying themselves chatting.

"Eat, eat more."

In this big scene, you can always see living treasures.

For example, the bald old man and the others did not leave their seats, just eating and eating, and they even took the food with them. The people who came here were all good-looking people, but these three people were the exception. They all seemed to be so sleazy.

The liveliest thing was the Kunlun Immortal Lord's place, where a bunch of old guys gathered.

They are not talking nonsense, but talking about scriptures and Taoism to exchange insights and experiences.

Overall, the atmosphere of this event was quite peaceful and warm, with everyone having their own things to do.

Mr. Zhao also got up and walked back and forth with his hands in his arms.

He also wanted to read the secret scroll, but the most important thing was to find Feng Wu himself.

When passing by a decadent person, he did not forget to take a few more glances. He was probably not very gregarious. Everyone else was doing what they were supposed to do, but he was the only one sitting in the corner, drinking alone.

"Senior, have you ever sent an incarnation into the mortal world?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

For a long time, there was no response from the decadent man, as if he didn't hear it.

This lack of respect made Mr. Zhao very embarrassed and he didn't want to bother him much.

Just because he doesn't bother, doesn't mean others don't bother.

He was still a very experienced person and actually issued a declaration of war in front of everyone.

"We are destined to meet each other, let's have a discussion?"

Zhen Jue's words were not deliberately concealed and could be heard by the whole audience.

It was this sentence that made everyone look at him, and they all knew that Zhen Jue Tao's challenge was to force the opponent to use his own methods. As long as the opponent took action, it would be easy to see where it came from.

Whether he is a saint or not can be determined at a glance.

But this time, Kunlun Immortal Lord did not stop him.

Fights were not prohibited at grand gatherings, but fights were allowed, so-called sparring. He was already used to it. At every grand gathering in Kunlun, there would always be a few people who would come in standing and leave lying down after finishing their work.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the decadent man.

Look at the enemies of Daluo Immortal Sect, they are all staring at him.

It's a good thing that that person is not a Saint King. If he is, then he would have to make some plans and it would be nothing more than a group fight! No matter whether the Holy Lord fights them alone or they attack the Holy Lord in a group, it’s better to fight to the death anyway.

"The repertoire of this event seems to be upside down."

Many elders are stroking their beards and their expressions are not quite normal.

Thinking back to the past years, there was no grand event where the juniors came up to the stage first to compete. Mei Qi said that after the juniors finished fighting, the seniors came up. The juniors had a small fight, but the seniors were real guns and swords, and they were doing it in full swing. Today's event On the contrary, before the younger generation made an appointment, the older generation got in first.

"Come and fight."

The master of Zhenjue has already stepped onto the battlefield, and his shouts are loud.

Under the gaze of everyone, the decadent man finally stood up.

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Happy Lantern Festival to everyone! ! !