Eternal gate

Under the moon.

The majestic ancient city of Daluo is bustling and lively.

When Zhao Yun and Bu Niantian walked in, the long street was bustling with people, shouting and selling.

The two of them did not show their true faces, walking quietly like tourists.

The city of the Immortal Family also has a strong atmosphere of the world of mortals.

"Zhao Yun is so domineering, he actually killed five sons of gods in a row."

"If you don't have a few brushes, how can you shoulder the important task of Da Luo?"

"Give him enough time, and he will definitely revitalize the Immortal Sect in his year."

Wherever people gather, there are always legends, and the ancient city of Daluo is no exception. Wherever you go, you can hear about someone's glorious deeds. With the Kunlun Gathering and the others, he seems to have become famous.

"There must be many spies from other forces in the city!"

It was not difficult for Zhao Yun to notice that there was something strange hidden in the prosperity.

"Can't make big waves."

Bu Nian Tian whispers, as if he knows everything about the inner exploration.

She has the capital to say this. They have absolute control over the territory of the Immortal Sect. With those three walnuts and two dates, they dare not cause chaos here. Over the years, she has tried her best to shrink the outer branch hall, with the purpose of defending her ancestors. Earth, after all, is the inheritance of the gods, and it still has some foundation.

"I can tell."

Zhao Yun took out the wine bottle and opened his fairy eyes.

This city is very extraordinary, there is something going on secretly, and the level of the formation is not low. If you dare to cause trouble here, not to mention a third-rate minor character, even a peak-level Immortal King cannot stand up to the bombardment.

There are many villages outside Daluo City and even around Daluo Immortal Sect.

The people living in the village are not ordinary people, they are all immortal cultivators, and the rice fields in the village are not planted with millet and rice, but with immortal trees and spiritual grass, giving it a unique self-sufficient flavor.

Under the moonlight, the two walked through the ancient city and arrived at the gate of Xianzong Mountain.

Zhao Yun subconsciously raised his eyes. It was worthy of the inheritance of the gods. It was like sitting on the long river of time. Its vicissitudes and antiquity, its dreams and mystery all gave people an infinite reverie.

"Got home."

Bu Niantian smiled softly and stepped onto the stone steps.

Her words about going home made Zhao Yun feel warm in his heart.

There were more than 990 stone steps, and the two of them walked up them.

At the end, what Zhao Yun saw was a fairyland shrouded in rain and mist. Whether it was a mountain tower hanging in the sky or a beautiful fairy palace, everything was full of energy. You could see white cranes dancing in the sky, and you could see butterflies fluttering on the mountains. During this time, people unconsciously feel that they are in a dream.

"That's Tianxiao Palace, the place where the Immortal Sect discusses matters."

"That attic in the valley is called Ziqiong Pavilion."

"The name of this bridge is Kuantian, which reflects the remaining artistic conception of our ancestors."

Bu Niantian is like a competent tour guide, introducing every place he visits.

Zhao Yun is a loyal listener, full of novelties. The Daluo Immortal Sect under the moon is really peaceful and quiet. Walking on the mountain path, his mind is as clear as water, which is very suitable for self-cultivation.

The disciples of Daluo Immortal Sect are mostly motivated talents.

Along the way, Zhao Yun saw so many monsters, some were coiled on jade stones, some were dancing swords while hiding in the forest, or some were sitting around in groups talking about scriptures and Taoism.

"I've met my ancestor."

"Practice with peace of mind."

I met many elders and disciples on the road, and they saluted Bu Niantian from a distance.

To Mr. Zhao! Their eyes looked strange, they looked like strangers.

At some point, the two of them settled down.

In front of you is an ethereal fairy mountain.

Before Zhao Yun saw the whole picture, he saw an ancient character carved on the rock wall.

It was the word "Heaven", written by someone unknown, and every stroke was full of meaning. Zhao Yun couldn't help but be frightened. With his cultivation level, he was actually hit by the aura of this word, and he was knocked back half a step.

"This is Tianzi Mountain, your place to live in the future." Bu Niantian said with a smile.

"Who wrote this word?" Zhao Yun used his magical power and forced himself to stand firm.

"Ancestor of Daluo." Bu Niantian whispered with a smile, "Uncle Taishi once told me that this word was written on the day when our ancestor became a god. It has lasted forever and is the name of Tianzi Mountain."

"Ancestor of Da Luo?... Zi Zaitian?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

Bu Niantian smiled and shook his head, "The ancestor of Da Luo is another god of the Immortal Sect."

"How many gods have the Immortal Sect produced?" Zhao Yun asked curiously.

"Historical records...two statues." Bu Niantian smiled again.

"No wonder Daluo Immortal Sect is so strong." Zhao Yun couldn't help but sigh after hearing this, two gods! Even if it declines again, its inheritance heritage is by no means comparable to that of ordinary holy places.

There were another layer of stone steps, and the two of them walked up slowly.

There are many fairy trees on both sides, with bright lights hanging on them.

This mountain is indeed extraordinary, at least in Mr. Zhao's view, it is mysterious and strange. Even the flowers and plants on the roadside are dyed with wisps of aura, which has the magical effect of refining the state of mind.

There is no one on the mountain, only three or five bamboo houses.

It is also a peaceful place and a good place to practice.

"The flower of memory is mature." Zhao Yun rubbed his hands.

"Let's rest first. I'll send it to you tomorrow." Bu Niantian said with a smile.

She didn't stay too long, turned around and disappeared. Before she left, she left behind the Celestial Immortal Bones and took the Daluo Saint away with her. She had to find someone to work together to break the weird sunset curse.

"Got home."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and sat tiredly under the tree.

It was the first time since he entered the world of mortals that he had put down his shackles.

This may not be the end of his immortal journey, but it is definitely a haven from the wind.

"Have a rest!"

In the dream, there was a touch of gentle words from Yunyan.

Her disciple was exhausted.

Zhao Yun did not respond, he had fallen asleep.

He could sleep, but someone else couldn't. Well, that was the golden-winged roc, which had already burst out of Zhao Yunzi's mansion, like a wild horse that had escaped its reins, jumping up and down, and having fun all over the mountain.

"Then, is it the legendary eternal body?"

"Although it is assembled, the bloodline is genuine."

"People of the Ming Dynasty don't speak secretly. I want to have a relationship with you."

Late at night, in the quiet darkness, there are occasional whispers.

They were two old men, one had a fat head and big ears, and the other was too skinny.

It was these two who, aside from chirping, took a sneak peek at Zhao Yun.

The two of them had already arrived before Bu Nian Tian left, hiding their secrets.

They are not ordinary people. They are all elders of the Immortal Sect, and they are all peak Immortal Kings, and they all have famous names. For example, the one with the fat head and big ears is known as the Fat Immortal in the world. He is full of vitality and blood. Not to mention the thin one. On the other end, he should be a person who often deceives and deceives, and is given the nickname: Lao Shengun.

They came here in the middle of the night, not to enjoy the scenery, but to be bodyguards.

Xiao Tiantian said that if Zhao Yun made any mistakes, he would remove parts from them.

Xiao Tiantian also said not to disturb Zhao Yun's rest.

The two old men were fairly reliable and only peeked in the dark.

That kid is a talent, even more evil than the Immortal Immortal of the same period. They have to keep an eye on such a precious kid. If the Immortal Sect regains its glory, they will point to that guy.

"The moonlight is quite beautiful tonight, but it's really boring."

The two old men sat with their arms in their arms, muttering.

After the incident was over, Dapeng was slapped with a sap and was not allowed to disturb Zhao Yun's rest, but he did not say that he would not take care of the bird. He stayed up most of the night and was like jumping around with chicken blood all over the mountain.

"I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day."

"But I wish to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

He didn't know whether it was a dream or an auditory hallucination. The dazed Dapeng vaguely heard these two sentences, and became more and more confused as he slept. According to his opinion, he must be anemic.