Eternal gate

"It's so mysterious."

Zhao Yun stood under the old tree and looked up at the stars quietly.

It's because his Taoism is too shallow. Even though he has practiced the art of heaven and earth, he still can't see clearly.

The vastness and depth of the starry sky are full of mysteries, and there is no end in sight. He only knows that whether it is heavenly magic, divine divination, or heavenly calculations, they all have the same purpose but different approaches. In other words, they lead to the same goal through different paths, just like cultivating the Tao. They all take the wrong path.

He had nothing in mind, and his mind became absorbed.

The gift from the senior will be his chance.

The small courtyard is quiet, with only the sound of carving knives rubbing against wood carvings.

Sheng Tianqian had glanced sideways several times and could see the mysterious light on Zhao Yun's body. This man's understanding was unparalleled, and his Taoist heart was as tough as iron. He would definitely be able to go higher and further on this road of deduction.

At some point, he put down the carving knife.

He left, leaving quietly.

As for the starry sky, he did not take it away. It was a kind of inheritance that was not considered a mantle, and was left to future generations to understand. Whether they could realize the true meaning and mysteries all depended on Zhao Yun's understanding and state of mind.

Maybe Zhao Yun was so focused that he didn't even realize that Sheng Tianqian had left.

His mind fell into the starry sky, wandering in the vastness.

No one disturbed his meditation, and Sheng Tianqian used secret methods to cover his retreat.

Zhao Yun's stop lasted only three to five days.

He had occasional moments of enlightenment...and a lot of confusion.

Unfortunately, no one gave him any answers.

The island of gods under the moon is as peaceful and calm as ever, but beneath the peace and calm, there are turbulent undercurrents, and there are always those individuals who can't sleep and are running around in the darkness.

Since he is Zhao Yun's enemy, he gets angry when he can't find anyone.

During this period, they also visited historical sites, but still saw no one.

They had no choice but to go to Zhao Yun's small garden. Although Zhao Yun was not there, Ling Jue and Kuang Yingjie were still lying quietly in the fairy pond. If they couldn't kill Zhao Yun, they could just kill these two people.

The premise is...the two of them go to the ancient ruins or the island of gods.

On the sixth day, Zhao Yun opened his eyes and didn't move for a while.

Look at the starry sky, it has disappeared, they are all imprinted in the divine sea by him.

He didn't fully understand the divine divination, but he learned a lot of truth.

This road is very long, and he still needs many years to understand it.

He didn't see Sheng Tianqian, only the wooden carving placed under the old tree.

"Thank you, senior."

Zhao Yun took the wood carving and turned around and left the courtyard.

Returning to the small garden, Master Heqi was already waiting in the garden.

"Thought you were gone."

Heqi Zhenren yawned and stood up.

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and a spiritual bead hung in the air. It was the Dust Bead. However, this bead was black, and in terms of grade, it was higher than the Shuangsha one.

"good."

Zhao Yun raised his hand to take it and looked at it over and over.

After reading it, he also took a piece of the soul of Ling Jue and Kuang Yingjie.

Tried...the two are not avatars.

"Absolutely authentic." Master Heqi glanced sideways at Zhao Yun.

"I believe it." Zhao Yun smiled and refined the eternal blood.

"If it's not enough, I'll look for you again." Heqi Zhenren took the blood and turned around without a trace.

To be honest, he hopes that Zhao Yun will live on Shenming Island for the rest of his life. If he misses this guy one day, he can come to visit him and give him some blood to make elixirs! The blood thieves are easy to use.

In the garden, Zhao Yun has awakened Ling Jue and Kuang Yingjie.

The two of them didn't wake up much, and they sat up and yawned continuously.

After being confused, the two of them sat there and sighed. The Huntian Demon Realm was too mysterious. After a hundred years of war, they had indeed transformed a lot. Fighting against themselves was a struggle.

"I'm leaving." Zhao Yun handed over two bottles of wine.

"Where to go." The two took it and left the fairy pond one after another.

"The Ancient Star Territory...the stars in the sky." Zhao Yun did not hide it.

"What are you doing there?"

"That's...cool."

“….”

Reflecting the starlight, Zhao Yun slipped out of the small garden again.

As usual, he led his enemies around the island.

After he was done, he found a nook in the mountain and secretly opened the domain gate.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as he stepped in with his front foot, two people followed behind him.

Nai Ling Jue and Kuang Yingjie are worthy of good friends, and they are the right ones.

"Are you leaving too?" Zhao Yun smiled.

"Look for Master." Both of them shrugged.

"Wouldn't it be better to wait here?"

"Then we have to wait until the monkey year and the horse month!"

The two of them said, leaving a clone behind. If the master comes to Shenming Island one day, he can just turn back. It is rare to have a ride like Zhao Yunyumen, and it will be for nothing.

There's no way...they're all so poor!

The domain door closed and the three people disappeared in an instant.

Then, there was a thunderous roar.

It was the Domain Gate passage that was cut off.

The three of them fell into the sea of ​​gods one after another.

"I thought you were going to hide on the Island of the Gods... for the rest of your life." The three of them had just crawled out, and heard the cold and silent words. Looking into the void, there was a golden pagoda floating in the air.

The pagoda is terrifying, a genuine demigod weapon.

Looking at the speaker, he is a fierce old man in a python robe.

"Ancestor Rakshasa?" Kuang Yingjie looked extremely ugly when he saw this.

Zhao Yun's expression was solemn enough. This was not an immortal king, but a real demigod. He underestimated the opponent and thought he had got rid of his enemy. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the island of gods, he was caught on the back. .

"Run?...Why don't you run?"

The ferocious laughter resounded, and there were figures in all directions.

There is also Shenming Island, and there are also a large number of people coming from the sky.

They are all enemies, and their faces are cruel and terrifying.

"Really blocked?"

After coming out, there were many people watching.

The passage to the Domain Gate had been cut off previously, and the noise was so loud that it was difficult not to hear it.

Seeing this situation, the onlookers felt sad for Zhao Yun and the others.

Looking around the sky, there are figures all over the sky. It is like this on the surface, but there are also many hidden in the dark. This is obviously a dead end. Even the ancestor of Rakshasa is here, Zhao Yun and the others will definitely die.

"Is that nonsense?"

Youyou Old Taoist and Zangtian Old Taoist also came and hid in the crowd.

Seeing such a huge battle, even their hearts palpitated when they saw it, and Shuang Sha, who arrived later, also sighed. Although he didn't see the real person He Qi, the god of the island stood on the top of the mountain and watched.

Cause and effect!

What a grudge!

I'm afraid there will be an end today.

"I'm hurting you."

Blood bleeds from the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth, unable to withstand the pressure of the demigod soldiers.

Kuang Yingjie and Ling Jue were not much better, their bones were constantly broken.

"Ling Jue's little baby has returned to my fallen world."

"The Tyrant Divine Body belongs to my Nine Nether Purgatory."

"The eternal body... belongs to my Eight Holy Lands."

There was a faint laugh, and three big hands grabbed him from the sky.

What a trophy! It has already been agreed that everyone will get what he wants.

Zhao Yun and the three of them groaned, being locked by the pressure and unable to move.

"To touch my disciple...is seeking death."

Before the big hand fell, he heard loud shouts from the sky.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the light of a hundred-foot-long sword, cutting off three big hands and destroying them.

"Master." Kuang Yingjie's eyes lit up. With such a powerful sword, he was undoubtedly his master.

Say Master, Master is really here.

That was Ba Dao, coming across the sky with the knife in his hand.

He was worthy of being a ruthless man who chopped down a demigod with a knife. As expected, his domineering energy leaked out. Even though he was far away, he could still smell the aura of domineering force. The calm sea water was now filled with waves.

Seeing him, everyone including the Rakshasa Ancestor showed fear.

The reputation of the Ba Dao is too great, and its combat power is too strong. No one but the gods can suppress it.