Eternal gate

"Fellow Taoist, stand firm."

"Fuck your grandma."

Such words would echo in Zhao Yun's mind every day.

Regardless of whether he was able to stand firmly or not, he slept quite steadily.

Eighteen years, to a mortal, may be an extremely long time, but to him, it is just the time it takes to sleep, so why bother dreaming? I had a dream for eighteen years.

"I'm counting with my fingers. He's about to wake up."

The old man in shroud folded his hands and sat by the pool seriously, just like a senior expert. The only thing that affected his appearance was his old face, which was bruised and purple, and his hair, which was scratched by someone. , it’s as messy as a chicken coop.

One look and you can tell that he gets beaten frequently.

They are all the work of Dapeng and the others, and the more they fight, the smoother they become.

I have no choice but to be banned from the Immortal Sect and am bored. I have to find something to do.

"Um."

"I also counted with my fingers, he is about to wake up."

Little Wuling also has a decent appearance. He is sitting on the head of the old Taoist Shroud. He speaks seriously. Although he is not tall, he has not wasted his time in the past ten years. He is already in the Taixu realm, and the Immortal Sect is willing to focus on training. , I raised him white and fat.

Honestly.

Their calculations were not very accurate.

I promised to wake up soon, but more than half a month has passed, and someone is still sleeping peacefully.

"Not urgent."

"Go on to sleep."

Dapeng, Huluwa, Troublemaker and Bald Old Man were also present. They sat in a row by the pool, holding their chins in their hands, yawning. They have been waiting for eighteen years. They don’t care about these days. Go to sleep. You Sleep so hard.

ah...!

As he was talking, he suddenly heard a roar.

The sound came from the direction of Jiulong Chiyuan.

When everyone looked around, they saw a figure walking out from inside, with a heroic physique.

A generation of barbarian kings finally developed a spirit. With a roar, he roared out the pent-up energy that had been trapped in the dust for many years. He shed his dark body and truly became flesh and blood.

Seeing him, Dapeng, Miaoyu and others were fine.

On the other hand, Long Fei and Xiao Cai Fan could not conceal their awe even though they were in the Taixu Realm at this moment.

In the mortal world, that king was a symbol of an era.

His fame and deeds are still sung throughout the world.

"He doesn't hold grudges, does he?" Old Shouti said.

You know, he was the one who pried open the tomb of a barbarian king.

That night, Zhao Yun was also present.

He had never expected to meet the Barbarian King in Daluo Immortal Sect.

People who have been dead for thousands of years can actually be resurrected? Subvert cognition.

"Is this the fairy world?"

The Barbarian King stood outside the Nine Dragon Pond, looking at the world with his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.

He has been dead for too long, but the obsession and long-cherished wish of his youth are like a brand, engraved in his soul. Now that he has come to the fairy world, he has an unreal feeling.

In the mortal world, it is no longer his time.

In the fairy world, the same is true.

The world here is too vast, and he is like a drop in Taicang, too small.

"This little friend, want to talk?"

Someone fell from the sky, an elder of the Immortal Sect with a strong back and a strong back.

Ever since a barbarian king was put into the Nine Dragon Pond, he would come to Lida every now and then.

Because he liked the Barbarian King and wanted to take him as his disciple.

The Barbarian King was taken away, and he really entered the master's sect, which is what is called...do as the Romans do in the country.

ah...!

The next day after the Barbarian King woke up, there was another roar from Jiulong Chiyuan.

This time it was King Yin Yue, who came out with a big halberd. Although his cultivation level was low, he had the aura of a bastard. He had suffered the same fate, and his state of mind was the same as that of the Barbarian King.

"Little friend, let's talk?"

The Barbarian King was favored by some, and the Yin Yue King was also favored by others.

On that day, he entered the master's school and practiced the Immortality Technique.

As a master, he spares no effort and accumulates a lot of cultivation resources. When the foundation is solid, he will go to the Huntian Demon Realm to practice. Time is not a problem, it is a holy land for cultivation.

Bathed in the moonlight, more elders of the Immortal Sect went out.

It's better to find someone, because the world of immortality is so vast, finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If you don't have enough manpower, you can send a few more to avoid being passive in the next year.

Night falls quietly again.

Outside, there are visitors again.

It was a beautiful shadow, like a dream.

Taking a closer look, it was Yun Yan.

After years of transformation, she finally gathered her body.

As expected of the incarnation of the Dream Immortal, even after regaining his free body, he still has the appearance of the original deity. Although his dream method is not as good as the original deity, he still has a profound understanding.

Along with Yun Yan, there is a slightly immature young man, with eyes like stars, black hair like waterfalls, majestic Qi and blood, not weak in the eternal body, and sometimes accompanied by strange phenomena all over his body.

That was Haochen, also known as the Prehistoric Body. He was the disciple of Zhao Yun who was forced to take over. Although he grew up a bit slowly, his background was extremely domineering.

Wow!

After seeing the ancient body, Dapeng and others became energetic. Including the old Taoist priest Shoyi, they all passed by in a swarm, clamoring to be worshiped by others.

Especially Dapeng, dances the most joyfully.

After so many years, that girl Mengxian was finally willing to release her ancient body. She joined the Immortal Sect and did not release any blood. She would be really sorry for her ancestors.

As a result, the seniority of Dapeng and others has collectively been reduced, and they all have to call Mr. Zhao uncle when they see him again.

That’s okay too.

Don’t even care about your face, why do you care about your seniority?

"Eh?...A prehistoric body?"

“Isn’t this line of inheritance extinct long ago?”

The Immortal Sect became very lively at night.

Due to his ancient body, countless old guys came to Tianzi Peak, like studying old antiques, and surrounded Haochen.

After asking, I found out that he was Zhao Yun's disciple.

Moreover, he is from Dream Island?

"I've met all the seniors."

Haochen understands etiquette quite well, but his demeanor is quite unnatural.

In Dream Island, he basically only saw his mother every day. He had never encountered such a scene. These amiable old men in front of him looked so enthusiastic!

"Okay, everything is fine."

A bunch of old guys were all laughing from ear to ear.

Sure enough, God has taken care of the Immortal Sect. There were so many talents in the past, but now, another great body has come. If the younger generations all rise up, who will dare to touch the Great Luo Immortal Sect.

That night, Haochen was sent into the magic box.

Living in Dream Island all year round, he needs some bloody training.

Only in this way can you fully explore your potential.

By the pool, clouds and smoke stand gracefully.

The disciple hadn't seen her for eighteen years, and it turned out that she was in a deep sleep.

She has also been sleeping for eighteen years. There are many things that she does not know, such as wise words and small money lovers.

I don’t know what to say, so just sit there and chat, and you’ll know everything.

After hearing this, no matter what her state of mind, she couldn't help but sigh.

Not to mention anything else, let’s just say something witty: his disciple actually got married in the underworld, and the wife in the underworld actually broke into the fairy world from the underworld.

So what kind of love can perform such an obsession.

Thinking of this, she was silent for a long time. Her thoughts went back to the night when Zhao Yun wanted to kill Yunfeng. How ridiculous she was at that time. Her disciple must have been jealous of her for many years!

"I asked, is he awake?" Xiao Wuling whispered.