Eternal gate

"Where's the deduction?"

The old turtle slowed down and muttered while calculating.

What does it count? Considering the source of the deduction, who has nothing to do in the middle of the night.

The strange thing is that as he traces the past, he ends up in chaos. No matter how he casts spells, he can't get rid of the fog.

The more this happened, the deeper his eyes became.

There are still experts hiding in this indifferent star field.

He is a quasi-desolate god, and he can't even break the cover.

"Little bastard, where is the person?"

Just when I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a message from outside.

Upon hearing this, the old turtle's face turned dark instantly, as if he knew who was calling him, and because he knew it, he became particularly angry. I am a Xuanwu, okay? What a little bumpkin.

He walked off, muttering all the way.

Here, Zhao Yun is still calculating, and the more he calculates, the more confused he becomes.

As time went by, I developed a feeling of elation.

It wasn't until Wan Xin arrived that he rubbed his eyes in confusion.

When his eyes became clear, the way he looked at the female teacher became extremely strange, because the blurry and resembling the dynamic version of "Plum in the Green Ping" seemed to be a brand in his mind. , lingering.

Being stared at like this, Wan Xin felt unnatural all over her body.

This little devil is getting more and more crooked.

Serious or not, regardless of whether he was serious or not, Zhao Yun must be sick.

That night, I couldn't sleep at all, and I woke up from time to time, feeling listless.

This state lasted for three to five days, and it got worse and worse.

For this reason, the blacksmith often went to the old man's house.

"I'm not sick!" Taking the pulse is a manual job, but the pulse is fine, which stumps the old man. He prescribed several medicines and it didn't hurt or itch.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Yun, who was sleeping, often muttered these words in his sleep.

He dreamed of a hazy world where a woman in costume danced gracefully. She was the beautiful big sister in the white moon.

She has a peerless appearance, and her dancing postures are also wonderful, like a fairy in a dream. She is just beyond the reach of hope, but when she looks back and smiles, a spring breeze blows on her face, carrying a touch of feminine fragrance, which makes people feel wandering.

"Afraid of being witchcrafted?"

Coach Lin was helpless and called Ye Banxian.

The spirit of the half-immortal was not very good either. He yawned one after another as soon as he entered the door. He gave his disciple a divination earlier, which really cost him half his life. After finally recovering his health, he was dragged over by Lin Ye. .

"Tian Lingling."

"Earth Lingling."

"Evil things show their true form."

The old doctor is the one who feels the pulse, and Ye Banxian is the one who makes the method.

However, after tinkering for most of the night, he could not figure out the reason. He only knew that the disciple was not under witchcraft, and the hall was not dark, so it was obviously no disaster.

"How is it?" Coach Lin asked, and Blacksmith Zhao also looked forward to it with hope.

"I've hit the evil one." The half-immortal stroked his beard and said nonsense seriously.

"Just cure the evil!"\u003c

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"He needs to be happy."

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"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two bows to Gaotang."

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How about saying that Coach Lin is a competent master, and he really loves his disciples. In order to celebrate his disciples, he actually married a daughter-in-law. He was so fast and efficient that when the half-immortal heard about it, he couldn't even hold his teacup steady.

He just said that casually, and someone went up against the wind.

Besides, his wife is not a local. She is a girl that the guy rescued from Black Wolf Mountain in the past. She is quite pretty.

None of this matters.

The important thing is that Coach Lin is no longer a bachelor.

On the wedding day, the whole village came.

Maybe it was too lively, maybe the sound of gongs and drums was too loud, which woke Mr. Zhao up. After changing his dazed state, his face was full of glory.

"You are so amazing!" Wang Yuanwai was amazed.

"Low-key."

When the half-immortal said this, he seemed to be getting better and better.

Whether it was a mistake or a mistake, he did cure his disciple's illness.

Therefore, he also gained a good reputation.

From now on, there will be an unwritten rule in Wutong Town: if you are sick, go to the doctor; if you are not sick but feel uncomfortable, go to the half-immortal.

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I have a daughter-in-law. I haven’t seen Coach Lin going to the martial arts training ground for three days.

Fortunately, he has an outstanding disciple who can teach on his behalf.

"Zhamabu for half an hour."

The sun was shining brightly, Zhao Yun was holding his hands behind his back, looking very presentable.

The disciples are not lazy. If they want to practice martial arts well, they can't do it without enduring hardship. After all, they are all ordinary people and cannot compare to the one with amazing bones.

Speaking of that person, he was not stupid, he found a big tree to enjoy the shade.

Once again, he took out a few copper coins and studied the art of divination.

This knowledge is so mysterious that if you study it for a long time, you will become confused.

For example, he is not very enlightened today, and the many hexagrams become more and more confusing the more he looks at them.

"You, on the other hand, are lazy."

When Wan Xin passed by, she stopped under the old tree.

After all, she had to give a thumbs up to Zhao Yun's martial arts. It was reasonable for a disciple to surpass his master and take a break from his busy schedule.

Zhao Yun did not respond to her words.

When I took a closer look, I realized that he was telling fortunes. His young little fingers were pinching and murmuring, and he was even more professional than Ye Banxian'er.

In this calculation, it is most of the day.

Wan Xin had nothing to do, so she looked at it seriously for most of the day.

And those babies from Zamabu

The disciples all came together at this moment. Half an hour had passed, but the little master who was coaching martial arts sat still.

"Sir, what is he doing?" Wang Xiaoguan asked in a low voice.

"Fortune telling." Wan Xin whispered and smiled.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Yun frowned.

He has always told fortunes for others, but today, he was telling fortunes for himself.

This is a taboo, and Ye Banxian will definitely be scolded here.

Forget it, it doesn't count, and it still can't stop the car.

In other words, he was a little confused.

Deducing himself, he seemed to be dragged by a mysterious force, unable to get away, and even pinched his fingers so fast that Wan Xin was dazzled.

Boom!

The mortal world is fine, but the world of gods and immortals is thundering.

Too many great gods were disturbed, and the first thing they saw was not the four directions, but nothingness, and their expressions were surprisingly consistent: their eyes were slightly narrowed.

I don’t blame them for being like this, it’s just because there is something extra in the misty void.

What's more? A looming vortex was as huge as covering the sky.

"Reincarnation of heaven?"

Surprises suddenly arose, echoing one after another from all over the world.

There is no doubt that it is the reincarnation of heaven, and all the supreme beings who have participated in the war between heaven and demon have seen it.

"How could this be?"

After the world was surprised, there were endless doubts.

Zhao Yun has been buried for many years, who can support the reincarnation of heaven?

Or is that unparalleled ruthless man still alive in the world?

No one gave an answer, they just felt the haze, and this haze was felt most vividly in the restricted area, because when they saw the reincarnation of heaven, they would unconsciously remember a person who often gave them nightmares: Eternal Body Zhao Yun.

"The unreal reincarnation of heaven." Mo Xuan muttered.

"Remnant image." Fuyao was also there, coming to the same conclusion.

"Is it possible that he is still alive?" Hades said meaningfully.

He naturally refers to the Lord of the Divine Dynasty.

"Let me figure it out."

Mo Xuan tugged on his sleeves and used his deduction method.

Although Fuyao didn't make any big moves, there was a strange light shining in her eyes. She was also deducing, but she was using her eyes to perform magical powers.

The gods present are all full of hope.

There are residual images in the reincarnation of heaven, and Zhao Yun may not have no traces in the world.

If it does exist, perhaps it can be enshrined.

puff!

The gods did not wait for the good news, but they waited for the sound of vomiting blood.

It was Mo Xuan, who was fine one moment, but this second, the old blood spurted out wildly, and it was over. He fell headlong, his face was extremely pale, and the little life left was still passing by at a rapid speed, and more of the death energy was lingering around him. .

puff!

After him, Fuyao stumbled and almost fell down.

Mo Xuan was not in good condition, and she was not much better either. She was blind. \u003cb

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The sudden scene made all the gods frown. The two great gods must have suffered a terrible backlash and violated a taboo during the deduction.

cut!

Mo Xuan and Fuyao said this word in unison.

Fuyao was okay. Although he also lost his longevity, it was not a serious problem.

On the other hand, the pseudo-Tian Lao Dao, the injury he received during the battle with the demons has been tormenting him for many years. He only had half a life left, but suffered the backlash and almost ascended to heaven on the spot.

seal up!

Fuyao didn't talk nonsense and used the power of pseudo-heaven to forcefully seal it.

"From this moment on, no one in the Divine Dynasty can deduce Zhao Yun."

Her next words echoed through the small world, and her tone of voice was quite majestic. It was not a scare or a threat, but a strict prohibition.

"What did you see?" Hades asked.

Fuyao said nothing, just looked at nothingness quietly.

Being blind does not prevent her from seeing the afterimage of reincarnation.

She didn't know whether Zhao Yun was still in the world. She only knew that when deducing Zhao Yun, she seemed to have fallen into a bottomless whirlpool. The so-called backlash came from this.

Thanks to her strong foundation and pseudo-heavenly protection,

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as being blind.

puff!

ah!

This night, the world of gods and immortals was quite unstable.

Standing in the starry sky and listening, you will hear groans and screams one after another, and there are also a lot of sounds of vomiting blood. Among them, there are also some great gods in the restricted area.

Mo Xuan and Fuyao were not the only ones to deduce Zhao Yun.

For example, the Supreme Being in the restricted area also wants to find some traces of Zhao Yun.

In this search, without exception, all were hit. The old god who was dying was the most miserable. One of them was careless and died suddenly on the spot.

"My mother is a good boy!"

Under the moon, too many great gods bared their teeth.

As for the leader of the divine dynasty, he is also awesome! Even if he is dead, even if he is dead, no one knows how many supreme beings have fallen into the trap because of their deductions.

"From today on, he is truly taboo."

While mumbling, the great gods all said this.

Even if an unparalleled ruthless person who is related to the reincarnation of heaven is buried, not everyone can deduce it. It is not impossible to insist on it. You have to be prepared to be buried in peace.

What a sin!

The leader of a divine dynasty who came into the world due to calamity, without knowing it, killed countless great gods.

Especially in the restricted area, he was lying on the ground, and his luck was completely shattered.

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"Zi Long."

The world of gods and immortals has not yet calmed down, and Wutong Town is also becoming lively.

People all over the village were walking through the streets shouting and searching.

Someone was addicted to evil and just acted on his own. He disappeared in full view of everyone.

This time, he was a little far away.