Eternal gate

"The whole army was really wiped out."

Seeing the seventh demigod being buried, everyone was stunned.

Eternal body explosion, my God! Eight demigods were chopped down in one day.

"I'm embarrassed for them." Too many people lamented.

Ordinarily, this is a fatal situation! In the end, not only was he defeated, but he was also killed one after another. If Zhao Yun had been killed early, there would not have been such a disaster.

"Senior Brother Lu...why are you in such a hurry?"

When the spectators were still unfinished, Zhao Yun's words resounded again.

Looking over there, a starry sky has suddenly collapsed, and the person hiding in it has been forced out. It is Lu Chang, the son of the God of Heaven. He no longer has the slightest leisurely posture before, and is no longer in the mood to shake the folding fan. The whole person is in a miserable state. , it was he who thought highly of Taishang Zong, and it was also he who underestimated Zhao Yun, that such a deadlock could be broken.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun reached out from the air and captured Lu Chang easily.

With his unicorn-shaped hands, he was like holding a toad. At least, in the eyes of the world, Lu Chang was no different from a toad at this moment. Zhao Yun could crush him with just a little force.

"You win this round."

Lu Chang did not struggle, but looked at Zhao Yun with a faint smile.

"The game between you and me is not over yet. I will come back one day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of smoke.

And its divine laws also disappeared.

"Not me?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Lu Chang is a cautious person, how could he come here in person?" The elders still have vicious eyes, and they have already figured it out. If it were me, how could Zhao Yun fight so hard.

boom!

With a roar, another starry sky collapsed.

This time, it was the Son of God who fell out of the inner space.

Compared to Lu Chang, he looked quite surprised. He thought that he was hiding very secretly and was absolutely confident in his hiding method. Unexpectedly, he was found out so easily.

Another toad was caught in Zhao Yun's hand.

The Supreme Son of God gnashed his teeth and struggled with all his immortal power.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that strength, and all eight demigods have been chopped down, let alone him.

"Let me do it." The Supreme Fairy Queen snorted coldly, then raised her sword to fight out of the eternal world.

"He...is an avatar."

The Demon King stretched out his hand and pulled it back.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Supreme Son of God disappeared and turned into a wisp of smoke.

Seeing this, everyone started talking and kept talking for most of the night. This is not the real person!

"Zhao Yun, wait for me."

This is the sentence left by the Supreme Son of God before his death.

This matter is not over yet. When the God Realm is unsealed, the liquidation will be carried out. This day will not be too long. You can kill the demigod realm, but can you still fight against the gods? Sooner or later you will be suppressed.

"How many incarnations have you...exactly divided into?"

Zhao Yun murmured, raised his sword and headed straight to the east.

The crowd of spectators was like a sea wave, and they all followed.

It's all over here, and the battle in the Eastern battlefield is still lively.

"How can this be."

When Zhao Yun came to kill, all the immortal kings were shocked.

Those were eight demigods, but they couldn't win the Eternal Body?

At this moment, they really wanted to ask someone how they defeated eight against one.

No one gave them the answer. Zhao Yun was still alive, which was the best answer.

"You are really outrageous."

The embarrassed old Taoist in purple took a deep breath.

He was also fighting, but compared to that one, he was just a small fight.

"God's punishment... thunderous."

Zhao Yun's voice was like thunder, and billions of lightnings were raging.

After the eight demigods, there was another killing.

Walk!

The Supreme Immortal Kings did not like fighting at all and fled collectively.

There's not even a single person supporting the show, so what's the point?

puff! puff!

Their escape was accompanied by bloodshed along the way.

What the world can see most clearly is that the thunder flying all over the sky is like a killing sword. Every time one falls, someone will bleed in the air, or their body will be destroyed, and their soul will be chopped into pieces. There are too many people who are running away. Exploded into blood flowers, one by one they rushed into the gate of hell.

"What an irony!" Many seniors sighed and clicked their tongues.

There is nothing wrong with this, and as spectators, no one in the world refutes it.

Nearly a hundred immortal kings! If you really want to fight hard, you might not have the strength to fight, but now, each one is really running faster than the other, being chased by a half-dead Eternal Body all over the sky.

Spare your life!

Among the shrill wails, there were many pleas for mercy.

Everyone's heart trembled when they heard this, and no one dared to come forward.

The Holy Son of Daluo seemed to be red-eyed again. Thunder and lightning swept through him, holding a bloody golden knife in his hand. He really went and killed wherever he went. It seemed that it was no longer a war, but a unilateral killing of the Eternal Body. The immortal kings seemed to be like one by one. Watermelon, Zhao Yun is the one who chops it.

Tragic... Taishang Sect was extremely tragic.

No one has mercy or intercession.

"Cause and effect reincarnate, no one will be spared by heaven."

Such words are being said by too many people at the moment.

The Supreme Sect, the inheritance of the gods, usually bullies everyone, but today's blood disaster should be the best retribution. Not everyone is a soft persimmon, just like the Holy Son of Da Luo.

The scream... I don't know when it will disappear.

Looking around the starry sky, I saw no more Immortal King of Taishang Sect, running away to death.

Zhao Yun also left, leaving bloody footprints step by step, like a blood-soaked Shura.

"It's finally over." Looking at the retreating figure, the world's people are still not satisfied.

Eight demigods plus dozens of immortal kings, the Eternal Body has done something big again.

Throughout history, there are really not many quasi-immortal kings who can achieve such a record.

"With such heavy casualties, I'm afraid the Supreme Sect will have to be honest for many days."

"His family has a strong foundation. If we can't guarantee everything, a few more demigods will emerge in a few days."

"This is true. After all, it is the inheritance of a line of gods and has a very strong foundation."

The spectators also left the show, and they kept talking about it as they left. The Taishang Sect suffered a big loss, and I'm afraid it won't get better, but it doesn't matter. Holy Son Da Luo can already support the Immortal Sect's appearance.

Zhao Yun walked and disappeared into the starry sky.

When he reappeared, he was already a dead ancient star.

Then, there is the healing drama. As his personal bodyguard, he is still very dedicated. His semi-god-level immortal power rolls like a tide, powerfully helping you eliminate the murderous intention in your body.

If there is no murderous intention, the rest will be easy to deal with.

People from Daluo Immortal Sect! The resilience is overbearing.

Just like this guy, he is just a weakling who cannot be beaten to death.

"This old man is too timid."

All the immortal kings in Zhao Yun's Zi Mansion gathered together and cursed secretly, and it was the old man in purple who was scolding him.

Think about it, Zhao Yun was injured so badly, is it difficult to give him a knife?

"You can do it, come?"

This... would be the answer from the old man in purple.

The eight demigods were slaughtered, how could they be ordinary people?

Although the immortal kings had hopes, none of them dared to move. They had seen the lethality of the birth curse seal before, and it would not take long, just an instant, to send them away collectively.

Criticism goes without saying, it is true that they are afraid of Zhao Yun.

This guy was so outrageous that he actually chopped down eight demigods.

"Wait for the hostage to be exchanged!"

Without the intention of killing, the Immortal Kings still have good wishes.

When it comes to hostages, they have no idea because they have learned from past experiences.

Well, that is, the Supreme Fairy Queen, maybe they will also be abandoned.

Since that day, Zhao Yun has not been seen for half a month. There is no way, the injury is too serious. Not only is his life span exhausted, but his body is also devastated, and his foundation has been seriously damaged.

Why!

The old man in purple sighed and was doubting his life.

He is afraid that he is really out of touch with the times. Are today's quasi-immortal kings so pissy? He killed eight demigods in a row. In just one battle, he was comparable to the Eternal Ancestor at the same time. He was worthy of the same lineage. Although they were few in number, they were all extremely ruthless.

"Don't sleep...get up and play."

The devil was holding a stick and poking the little unicorn again and again.

The holy beast's temper was particularly good today, and he didn't pay any attention to this guy at all.

It is not accurate to say that I have a good temper. The main reason is that I am too weak. Why are I weak? Isn’t it because I was so exhausted from helping Zhao Yun activate his Qilin Transformation that I couldn’t recover within a few months? Now! Not to mention playing, my whole body hurts even when I can take a breath.

"Finally, I feel proud." The Demon King poked harder and harder.

"Let's beat him up!" Ghost Faced Yama said earnestly.

"Can't beat him." The talents from the mortal world all coughed.

The Supreme Fairy King is here, just like the old Taoist priest in purple, looking up at the misty sky alone. Her life was a failure in the first half of her life. The home she always thought of was so cruel.

At night, Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes.

What an injury! It's no longer a serious problem.

"A fight to the death against fate!"

The old man in purple sighed, and he could see that Zhao Yun had changed a lot.

Even if the quasi-immortal king is like this, if he advances to become an immortal king, wouldn't he go to heaven?

Buzz!

Zhao Yun entered the domain gate directly without any delay.

When it was over, he flicked his sleeves and seven rays of fairy light flew out.

Oh no, it's not fairy light, but seven magic weapons, genuine demigod weapons, all obtained from the sweep after the war. Except for the sixth demigod's natal magic weapon, all the others are here.

The old Taoist in purple clothes had realized what he was doing and rolled up his sleeves on the spot.

If someone is urinary, there will definitely be more demigods in the future.

Here, Zhao Yun has fallen into the eternal world.

He sacrificed his origin and helped Qilin warm up his body.

The little guy slept peacefully, transforming in his deep sleep.

Also undergoing transformation is Chu Wushuang. The transformation started since the lotus birth curse was broken. Perhaps due to his bloodline, he has not woken up yet, only the colorful fairy clouds envelope his immortal body.

"Tonight...the moonlight is quite beautiful."

Ghost-faced Yama clasped his hands and walked away unsteadily.

The Demon Lord and the others also have the foresight and will not bother the two juniors.

They are all from the mortal world, and they all know what happened between Zhao Yun and Chu Wushuang. Those are blood-stained memories. Fortunately, Chu Wushuang is resurrected. Fortunately, Zhao Yun is still here, and they can continue their relationship.

Why!

The Demon King sighed and walked away.

Love is a good thing, and he had it before.

"Chu Wushuang...I really envy you."

When the Supreme Fairy Queen left, she murmured a self-deprecating murmur.

Once upon a time, she had feelings and tears, and she also wanted to have someone like Zhao Yun who would risk his life for her. Unfortunately, she did not have that blessing, and her reputation was already ruined.

"Zhao Yun."

A call came shortly after, choked with sobs.

Chu Wushuang woke up, her eyes hazy with tears.

"It's me." Zhao Yun smiled vicissitudes of life.

No one bothered them, only silent blessings.

Over a hundred years ago, I have missed it for too long.