Eternal gate

Returning to the ancient tomb, Zhao Yun went straight to the arch bridge and floated into the abyss with the hanging talisman.

The Thousand-Zhang Talisman is like a magnet. No matter whether it is a person or an object, anyone who enters that range will be imprisoned. Whether it is restraint or suction, it is an auxiliary, and it is an auxiliary to the battle spear's decisive blow. Previously in the underground palace, he and the corpse clan members This is a good example. Fortunately, he is a member of the corpse tribe and has a corpse puppet to block the gun. If he were an ordinary martial artist, he would be blown up even in the Ksitigarbha realm.

As for him, it was because Tianwu's aura was so domineering... that he was able to survive.

As he spoke, he had landed at the bottom of the abyss. The mechanism was destroyed, but the power of the Thousand-Zhang Talisman still existed, and there was still some suction and binding power, but as far as he was concerned, it was completely negligible.

Standing on the Qianzhang Talisman, he looked at it again and again.

It is better to say that it is a talisman, it is better to say that it is a striped road carved on the ground, combined according to a certain formation, and this Qianzhang Talisman is arranged according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. The principle is also like a paper talisman, with the outline of each stripe. , there is a lot of emphasis on imparting true energy. There are strict requirements on which lines need to be filled with true energy and how much true energy needs to be poured into.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

He was walking around, still holding a wordless book in his hand, and a pen in the other hand, copying the lines. He wanted to rub them one by one, take them back and study them carefully, and he would probably be able to make them.

The clicking sound is endless.

He multitasks and never forgets to practice wherever he goes.

Especially after opening the alchemy sea, he tried hard to practice with his life. He had no choice but to do it. The true energy of the alchemy sea was too surging. Once his combat power was fully activated, his small body might not be able to support such majestic power.

When he reached a place, he put the body of the young man in blood robe into the magic ring and continued to copy.

In this way, it took him a full day to finish copying the lines and grinding them quietly. During this period, he also took the yellow talisman and tried to draw it. Weird things happened frequently. As he drew, the yellow talisman burst.

He once thought that the paper on which the talisman was drawn could not hold up the lines of the Thousand-Zhang Talisman.

Or maybe the Thousand-Zhang Talisman is too overbearing, and only the thick earth can hold it up.

He also tried to draw it on the ground, but it was also difficult to succeed because there were too many lines on the Thousand-Zhang Talisman. If any of them were drawn incorrectly or if the true energy injected into any one was wrong, the talisman might become ineffective. Therefore, it would take many days of trying. , it’s like walking through a maze, with no one to guide you, so you can only explore on your own. He has a know-it-all, but he is in seclusion, and God knows when he wakes up.

In this way, you have to rely on yourself for everything.

He left on the third day, walking through the maze of tomb passages.

Before, I couldn't get out no matter what.

Now, the underground palace is in ruins, many mysteries have been exposed, and he finally found out the clues. The correct path made him sigh with sadness. He had walked it many times, but he lost his way along the way.

There are too many forks, and if you take the wrong one, you will be wrong all the way.

Um?

As soon as he came out, Zhao Yun smelled the smell of blood, coming from the village.

Tonight was a miserable night. When he returned to the village, he saw a bloody scene: many stone houses had collapsed, corpses were all over the ground, children were nailed to the walls, farmers were beheaded, and there were too many The village women's clothes were torn, and it was not difficult to imagine that they had been raped to death.

Zhao Yun's face was pale and he remained silent.

Even if I have been on the battlefield, even if I have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, after seeing this scene, I can't help but tremble my hands, unable to suppress the cold murderous intention. They are all ordinary people, how can anyone be so cruel.

"young people."

In the biting cold wind, there was a hoarse and weak call.

Zhao Yun looked back and saw that there were still people alive.

It was the old village chief, hanging from a tree, covered in blood.

Zhao Yun rushed over like the wind, put him down, and poured in wisps of true energy. Unfortunately, it was of no avail. It was not accurate to say that he was still alive. This old man covered in blood... was dead, but he could still speak now. It should be a kind of Obsession supported him, and he took his last breath in retrospect.

"who is it."

"Black...Wolf Mountain."

The old village chief spoke very tiredly. He should be waiting for Zhao Yun. He waited until the oil and lamp ran out, just to say these three words before he died. He didn't know where Black Wolf Mountain was. He got it from the mouths of those robbers. From what I heard, he was hung from a tree and watched lively little dolls being nailed to the wall. He also watched farmers beheaded one after another.

This is hate... and blood debt.

It is this obsession that supports him to live until now.

After saying these three words, he finally closed his eyes.

"You will not be alone on the road to hell." Zhao Yun said softly, feeling guilty.

If I had come out a day earlier, this tragedy would not have happened.

Under the moonlight, he dug a big pit in the mountains, buried a whole village of people, and erected a tombstone that read "Shanhe Villagers". This small village was called Shanhe Village.

Also reflecting the moonlight, he drifted away.

My father once said that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.

Whether it was revenge or gratitude, he wanted to go to Black Wolf Mountain.

Gua!

The roc spread its wings and flew north, carrying Zhao Yun all the way to the north. He was not familiar with this place, so he had to ask someone where Black Wolf Mountain was and what its name was. After he found out, he brought a nest to him. .

The barren mountains and ridges are deserted.

There were many rainbows in the sky, and they were mounts, mostly three or two old men, plus one junior, all covered in black robes. Before Zhao Yun stepped forward to ask, he knew at a glance that they were going to Tianzong to take the assessment. Looking at the dusty road, it is obvious that he is not a local, and it is useless to ask.

It was almost dawn when he stopped in front of a small ancient town.

The ancient town is not a small one, it can be considered a small city. There are many people coming and going at the city gate in the early morning. Most of them are hunters, but also many mercenaries. They are all fierce and fierce. In addition, there are also escorts, who shout "Hewu" quite loudly. Authentic, the rest are small vendors, selling everything.

"Junior, do you want calligraphy and painting?"

Whenever there are a lot of people, there are always people who come to sell treasures, such as this one, who has grabbed Zhao Yun. He is a thin old man with a well-shaped mustache, and he carries a book basket on his back, which is filled with calligraphy and paintings. I don’t know. , most of them thought that this was an old scholar who had not been in high school for many years as he was rushing to take the exam.

"Do you know where Black Dragon Mountain is?"

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, and he was not in the mood to buy calligraphy and paintings.

"Come, look at that."

The mustache pulled Zhao Yun and pointed to the plaque on the city gate.

Zhao Yun then raised his eyes and saw the words on the plaque, which were vigorous and powerful: Black Dragon Mountain.

"This...is Black Dragon Mountain?"

Zhao Yunqing frowned, thinking that Black Dragon Mountain was a den of bandits? In the end, it turned out to be the name of a small town. What an ancient town. Why is it called Black Dragon Mountain? What kind of name is it!

"The newly released calligraphy and painting will be kept to your satisfaction."

The mustache said as he spread out a set of calligraphy and painting in a furtive manner.

Zhao Yun glanced casually.

Where is the calligraphy and painting, it is clearly a picture of the Spring Palace. If he expected it correctly, most of the calligraphy and paintings in the mustache book basket are of this type, and they are sold outside the city gate early in the morning.

"One hundred taels is not expensive. How about a pair?"

The mustache closed the calligraphy and painting, winking and smiling rather obscenely.

Zhao Yun did not answer and walked into the town. Before leaving, he glanced at the plaque on the city gate. When the old village chief mentioned Black Dragon Mountain, it was definitely not without purpose. The people who massacred the village must be related to this town. Maybe it was wrong. They are a group of robbers, and those who sell stolen goods are unable to protect them, and this is their home base.

The age of being the king of a mountain has passed, so as not to become a living target of the government.

Hiding in a small town is entirely possible.

In the early morning, the small town was very lively, with shouts and hawking going on.

Zhao Yun walked quietly, looking around and listening in all directions, maybe he could hear something useful. However, all he heard along the way was trivial things. Whose sow gave birth to piglets? The girl was so smart that she walked half the street but didn't see any useful news.

As he was walking, someone bumped into him and hurried past.

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and pulled him back. He was a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his eyes were a bit abnormal. Only after looking at him did he realize that he had straight cross-eyes.

"What are you dragging me for?" the man yelled.

Zhao Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he put his hand into his arms and took out a jade pendant. It belonged to him and was originally hanging on his waist. It was just stolen by this guy. He was a thief.

"Ah, why did your stuff escape me?" the cross-eyed thief said in surprise.

Zhao Yun said nothing and turned around and entered a tavern.

There was the person he was looking for in the tavern, and just a moment ago, he heard what he wanted to hear.

"I almost fell down."

Behind him, the cross-eyed thief ran as fast as he could.

Here, Zhao Yun has found a table by the window. The person he is looking for is not far away from him. They are two big men, one with a full beard and the other with a bald head. They are getting drunk. There is no doubt that he is a martial artist, and his cultivation level is not weak. The one with the bald head is already in the Xuanyang realm.

"When you came back last night, you did another job!" the bald man said with a smile.

"It's a poor village. It's called Shanhe. The boss led the team and didn't get much money." The bearded man drank a bowl of wine. When he put down the bowl, his smile became more lewd and evil. "Poor is a bit poor, but there is a girl who has a pretty good life, but her temper is too strong. I bit my tongue and committed suicide before I could fully enjoy it."

"Next time something like this happens, call me."

The two were chatting happily, maybe they were drunk, and their eyes looked cruel.

Zhao Yun heard what he heard very clearly, and just took a sip of wine quietly. There was a cold light reflected in the wine. He had basically determined that the bearded man was one of the people who were massacring the village, but he did not rush to take action. Since they were a group of people, Then pack it up together.

Those two are really drinkable.

It was not until nightfall that they got up and staggered away.

Zhao Yun put a piece of broken silver on the table and followed silently. For a moment, he couldn't help but kill people in the street. However, he still endured it, found his lair, and picked up the pieces.

In front of them, two drunken men seemed to be unaware.

After turning a few corners, the two of them went straight to a mansion.

The mansion is huge, and the words "Zhang Fu" on the plaque are dazzling just looking at it. It is obviously a wealthy family, maybe a rich man. The two stone lions at the door are very bluffing.

"Where have you gone? The boss is looking for you?"

When he saw them from a distance, the doorman of the mansion started to curse.

"A few more drinks."

The bearded man and the bald man smiled and hurriedly quelled their drunkenness. Before entering the mansion, they did not forget to straighten their clothes, and then they bravely walked in. In their opinion, meeting the boss would inevitably lead to a scolding.

"What a great Zhoufu, what a boss."

In the corner of the dark alley, Zhao Yun said cold words.

That mansion is not as harmonious as it appears. It is definitely the nest of a gang of bandits. The guard just said that the boss must be the leader of the bandits and the culprit of the massacre of the village.