Eternal gate

As the old saying goes, the master leads you in, and your practice depends on the individual.

Just talking about the drawing method of the killing talisman, the Saint of Daluo can indeed be Zhao Yun's guide. Every time she demonstrates it to him, it can save him a lot of detours, because the drawing method of the killing talisman is really complicated.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhao has a very high level of understanding, and he understood the true meaning in just half a day. Not to mention the Holy Girl of Great Luo, even the Fat Immortal and the Old God Stick were speechless. To have such a talent is truly unbelievable.

"This girl is so pretty."

The bald old man stood on the edge of the alchemy furnace, exposing half of his big bald head.

Beside him, on one left and right were Troublemaker and Hulu Baby, both of whom looked at Da Luo Saint with round eyes. She was so beautiful in the Immortal Sect, and her beauty rivaled that of Bu Nian Tian You.

"Their bloodlines are very similar!" Huluwa murmured, referring to the Taoist saint and the Daluo saint. Their origins are very similar, making people think that they are from the same bloodline.

I don’t know when the Saint of Great Luo left.

Before leaving, she also left a lot of secret files for Zhao Yun, all of which were related to talismans. There were no less than a thousand kinds of talismans recorded in them. There were so many skills that it was not overwhelming! With Zhao Yun's talent, if he learns more, he can always put it to use.

After she left, Zhao Yun still put aside his diligent research.

He could barely draw a powerful killing talisman.

After waiting for a long time, the speed of his drawing of talisman also increased. From a distance, he looked like a painter who was writing vigorously. Three strokes, five divisions and two divisions were a masterpiece.

"Come on, I'll take a look."

The two old men hiding in the dark came up with their hands, like two proctors, running over to review the test papers, and the talisman drawn by Zhao Yun was the so-called test paper.

After seeing it, both of them showed a satisfied smile.

Although the talismans drawn by Zhao Yun are not at the extreme level, they are still of the highest quality.

Time, he needs more time to hone.

It is an eternal truth that practice makes perfect.

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

The old magic stick picked up three or five talismans and threw them into the Tianyu Immortal Furnace very consciously.

Then, a roaring sound was heard coming from the furnace, as well as screams like those of a pig being killed.

Zhao Yun was speechless, he could see those three guys through the alchemy furnace, how miserable they were.

That's it, the three good friends didn't dare to say anything.

Two peak immortal kings! Who the hell can afford this?

"Being bombed...is also a form of spiritual practice."

The two old men put their hands behind their backs and left with satisfaction.

The reason why the two of them are tough and resistant to beatings is due to practice. For this reason, they often go to their master's grave together in the middle of the night and set off a string of firecrackers to express their sympathy. The feeling of longing for his old man.

"You two are immortal, don't wait for us to advance to Immortal King." There was a secret curse in the furnace, and the three black faces were particularly neat.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and resumed drawing talismans with his pen.

This painting lasted for most of the day, and the spells were one after another.

When night fell, he put down his talisman pen and looked at the piles of talismans on the table. They were all the fruits of his hard work. If he took them out to blow up people, the scene would definitely be spectacular.

Of course, you can't rely on these when fighting others.

The killing charm is quite powerful, but it must explode loudly.

In the final analysis, the spell is just an auxiliary, and you have to be strong to make iron.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, the lid of the Tianyu Immortal Furnace was lifted.

The three troublemakers all jumped out, all covered in black and black. They had been burned for a day, and the power in their bodies had been refined. They were in a bit of a mess, but it was all worth it.

"Don't stand still, sit down!"

Zhao Yun said hello and put down the wine.

The three of them were not polite and took their places after washing themselves.

"I won't leave this time. I will protect us." The three of them laughed.

"It must be covered." Mr. Zhao's blood was surging, and he let out a domineering howl.

"The only one missing is the guy named Kuang. I heard that guy is very popular recently."

"It's not only very hot, it's almost burning. I've already reached tenth place on the Immortal Ranking."

"What's wrong with the tenth place? If I give him a stick, it will still make him cry like a ghost."

The scene under the old tree is still very harmonious and lively. Although it cannot be said to recall the glorious past, it is indispensable to sigh and sigh. The road to immortality is too long. It is rare to be able to sit together and have a drink and talk in the troubled times.

"Hey, how about drinking?"

When the four of them were chatting happily, a few old guys came up.

They are all elders of the Immortal Sect, and they are all at the ancestor level, and their auras are more obscure than the last.

"Elders, I..."

Zhao Yun stood up, but before he could finish speaking, he was pulled away.

When they stood firm, several old guys had surrounded the three troublemakers, scanning them up and down, left and right, as if they were studying antiques, and sometimes reaching out to pinch the three people's arms and legs.

The three of them had to urinate urgently, and there was a cool breeze blowing behind them.

Just because the old guys looked at them abnormally.

The most embarrassing thing is Zhao Yun. After all, he bears the name of Holy Lord Daluo. The worst is that he is still a disciple of Wu Niantian. It is really shameless to be left aside like this.

That’s right if you can’t hang on.

This would be the answer of the old magic stick, who made you the disciple of Bu Nian Tian? With this relationship, who among the elders of the Immortal Sect would dare to take your idea? Since there is no hope, you can't settle for the second best! Your three friends all have good backgrounds and special bloodlines. Taking them back as disciples is a good choice.

"what!"

"What are you doing!"

There were shouts and shouts soon, and a certain three people had been carried away.

They are all good seedlings, so they should be taken back as young apprentices to train them carefully.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath, he was really left alone here after such a good banquet.

It doesn't matter if you take it away, at least you can give it a good polish.

With the elders vigorously cultivating him, cultivation resources will not be a problem.

After collecting his thoughts, Zhao Yun picked up the talisman pen again.

After that, I didn't see him coming down the mountain for more than half a month. He just stood alone under the tree and drew the talisman with concentration. Not only did he understand the killing talisman in his heart, but he also fully understood the Immortal Killing Curse.

He also understood a lot of the secret scrolls given by the Saint of Great Luo.

The world is full of wonders, and just like this talisman, there are many kinds of talismans. Even if there are thousands of kinds, it is just the tip of the iceberg. There are so many talismans that he can neither see nor hear.

It was night again, and he was drawing spells while yawning.

This night is not peaceful, and I can always see visions playing out in the void.

Zhao Yun once raised his eyes to look and recognized who had the vision. There were troublemakers, snoring babies, and bald old people. The elders of the Immortal Sect were not stingy, and they piled up resources at the expense of others. There were opportunities and good fortune. , Nirvana and transformation are not lacking, it is a spring exclusive for those three things.

He closed his eyes from that side and looked towards Tianzi Mountain Gate. He saw a beautiful figure walking up. It was Dragon Concubine. She had been taken away for many days and came out of seclusion. She had a different kind of aura than before. , bathed in the bright moonlight, more of a dreamy mood.

"I'm out of seclusion." Zhao Yun placed the talisman pen.

"Did you miss me?" Long Fei whispered with a smile.

"I thought about it." Zhao Yun smiled, summoned the Shangtian Sword, and casually erased the brand on it. Before Long Fei could react, he took a drop of her blood and carved it into the sword body. The meaning was obvious: This sword is for you. Self-defense.

Long Fei couldn't resist, but still integrated into her body.

The scene under the old tree is still warm and romantic. Zhao Yun draws the talisman and she studies the ink, just like a virtuous wife, full of tenderness. In the past life, she envied Chu Wushuang. In this life, she wants to live out a love relationship.

"Is it possible to get on or not?"

There are always some inappropriate deceptions in romantic scenes.

For example, those two old men stayed up most of the night and put on exciting programs.

Arrived and waited for a lonely time.

"You are such a god!"

The two old men's evaluation of Mr. Zhao was quite fair.

Such a little beauty, doesn’t she have any other ideas?

That little girl is the same, pouting and acting coquettishly, that’s it!

Nonsense!

In the middle of the night, the two old men were filled with anger.

What was more strange than the two of them was the cloud in the dream. For some reason, she had a strange desire to see Zhao Yun and Long Fei sleeping on the same bed. Because of this strange thought, she was alone in the dream. I blushed often.

The next day, another distinguished guest came from the Immortal Sect.

She is still a woman, with a murderous spirit.

That is the Lord of the Dark Night, the true form of Daxia Hongque. She is not here to enjoy the mountains and rivers. She is here to find Zhao Yun. To be more precise, she is here to see the Dragon Concubine. Because of Hongque, she has no feelings for him. Long Fei has a different kind of emotion, like a relative, blood is thicker than water.

"Ancestor."

Concubine Long's eyes were filled with tears, and she hugged Hong Que for a long time and didn't let go.

The Lord of the Dark Night is a little uncomfortable, after all, she is not a Daxia bird.

It doesn't matter whether it is yes or no. What is important is that this girl has recovered, and it is not in vain for Zhao Yun to come to Xianzong through all the hard work. Looking at his life, he must have suffered a lot.

Zhao Yun just smiled, she owed it to Concubine Long.

A flower of memory, he will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire.

The Lord of Dark Night did not leave, but stayed in Daluo Immortal Sect.

That night, I saw many old guys coming up the mountain, but they were not rushing to accept disciples. They were asking Hongque himself to be the guest elder. Although this man was not the peak immortal king, his background was terrifying.

The Lord of Dark Night did not refuse, he really agreed.

After being a killer for so many years, she was tired. She also wanted to open a long path to immortality in the holy land of monks. For the rest of her life, she would not kill people, but just seek enlightenment.

In general, Daluo Immortal Sect has recruited another talent.

On the third day, the little money fan also came out of seclusion.

Just like the Dragon Concubine, she has also undergone Nirvana transformation. Although her immortal body is petite, her footsteps are heavy. The overbearing law of power has become a mark and is engraved into her body.

Mr. Zhao was very open-minded and gave the Immortal Devouring Sword to the little money fan.

Defend yourself! Immortal King-level magic weapon can save lives at critical moments.

When Dapeng came out of seclusion, he was filled with visions, which opened the eyes of the people of the Immortal Sect.

"This is the aura that the Golden-winged Dapoc should have."

Zhao Yun was very sad to see this bird again after many days.

With a bloodline that is comparable to that of a divine beast, not to mention the people of the Immortal Sect, even his eternal inheritance feels quite suppressed. The surging Qi and blood and the majestic source of true power are as vast as the ocean.

Reflecting the starlight, Zhao Yun climbed a mountain peak.

It was the place where Wu Nian Tian practiced, and the mountains were filled with flower petals.

He saw Yanyu, who was sitting cross-legged in an immortal pond, taking advantage of the magical land of the Immortal Sect to hone her body. This was one of the things that the Taoist Immortal told her to do. For this reason, he also gave Bu Niantian many treasures.