Eternal gate

One day passed quietly.

When Zhao Yun stopped again, he saw a hilltop with a panoramic view.

There are many mountains and steep peaks in the distance. If Mengdie’s route is correct, over the mountains in front is the Wangchuan River. Follow the Wangchuan River all the way north, and at the end is her hometown. To be honest, , a bit far, not ordinary far. Mengdie would not be able to reach it without help.

"Are you sure the route is correct?"

The old man with a mustache sat down on the ground, panting.

"Almost." Zhao Yun took out the wine bottle and threw one to the mustache.

Roar!

Suddenly, a beast's roar filled the sky.

Zhao Yun and the mustache both looked sideways and saw a black panther in the distance. The black panther with wings was flapping its wings and coming towards this place. It must be an ice attribute. From a distance... they felt a burst of ice coldness. Qi, there are two people standing on the back of the black panther, one on the left and one on the right.

A closer look revealed that it was the blood-haired young man and the hunchbacked old woman who were the previous pursuers. They were originally from the Xuanyang realm. They got a flying black panther from somewhere. Look at the leopard. It was unusually ferocious. The cold air is the air of blood. He must have eaten a lot of living things...including people.

"Special bloodline."

Zhao Yun murmured, looking at the blood-haired young man.

The Moon God once said that anyone with abnormal hair color has special bloodline.

"That old woman seems to have been seen before somewhere."

The mustache muttered, looking at the hunchbacked old woman.

While he was talking, the black panther had arrived and was hanging in the sky. He was particularly arrogant, his wings were flapping fiercely, and an icy hurricane roared, almost blowing Zhao Yun down.

"This guy must be hungry."

The Eight-Character Hu thought to himself, the guy he was talking about was referring to the black robe, and his eyes were ferocious and cruel, staring at the two of them as if they were staring at two pieces of fat, as if they were feasting on each other.

"I have seen her."

The blood-haired young man held a picture scroll and stood it upright in the air.

On the scroll, what is drawn is Mengdie.

When Zhao Yun and Ba Zi Hu saw it, they immediately understood that this was obviously the pursuer! Everyone is dead, and the sense of the curse seal has dissipated, but these people still don't let go. Are they looking for it separately?

"Never seen it." Both of them shook their heads.

The blood-haired young man collected the scroll at will, but did not leave. He glanced at Zhao Yun's left hand and smiled faintly, "Junior, the ring on your finger... is for sale."

This guy is not stupid, and his vision is not low. He seems to have seen the extraordinary power of the Lord of the Rings.

When he said this, the hunchbacked old woman who was still looking around also took a look, and a light flashed in her eyes. Baby, it is indeed a treasure. Look at the color and the materials used to cast it. You can tell that it is an extraordinary object. , it is really a waste to wear it on the hand of a true spiritual realm.

"It's a family heirloom, we won't sell it," Zhao Yun replied.

"You really don't want to sell it?"

"Not for sale."

"Then you are seeking death." The blood-haired young man snorted coldly. Ling Tian pressed down with his palm. True energy surged and formed into a huge five-finger seal. If the sale failed, he was trying to kill people and steal goods. A person in the true spiritual realm Xiao Wuxiu, it’s just a slap in the face.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun took out his sword and split the five finger prints with one stroke.

The blood-haired young man raised his eyebrows. Even though he didn't use all his strength, this True Spirit Realm was still ridiculously strong. He was at the peak of Xuanyang, and he was cut open with just one sword. It was really shameful.

"The peak of Xuanyang is a shame."

Although the mustache did not speak, his eyes represented one.

Don't you know, this little martial artist has already killed a big demon of the first level of Ksitigarbha.

You two combined are not enough to fight that devil.

"I changed my mind."

The blood-haired young man gave a faint laugh, he just wanted to kill people and get goods.

At this moment, he became very interested in Zhao Yun. He wanted to grab things, but as for people! He won't kill him for the time being. He will take it back and study it carefully. If he can't keep it all, he can squeeze out more secrets. He doesn't have any special hobbies, he just likes to do research.

After saying this, he flicked his hand and dropped a large net, a large net woven with runes.

Zhao Yun was no stranger to this. The old man with yellow teeth and the young man with magic wheel eyes had both used this technique before. There was still a way to block him. He was blocked by this big net and couldn't break free for a while.

break!

Before Zhao Yun could move, he heard a cold snort from his mustache.

This old man, who was not very cultivated and had a good Taoist practice, used a one-hand seal to shoot out a golden flame in mid-air. The big net that had not really fallen down was burned out by the golden flame on the spot.

"There is another one who is not afraid of death."

The corners of the blood-haired young man's mouth curved in amusement.

"So much nonsense."

The hunchbacked old woman was quite impatient. She made a seal with one hand, and suddenly she saw lightning suddenly appear and strike straight from the sky. The power was terrifying enough. Once it hit, it would be enough to punch a hole in the hillside.

"I'm just telling you! No wonder he looks familiar."

The mustache said coldly, and the seal in his hand changed again.

A sword shadow was condensed by him, and he cut off Ling Tian's thunder light with one sword.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword was piercing, and the Long Yuan in Zhao Yun's hand had been released, like a thunderbolt shooting towards the sky. It was he who used his soul to control the sword, aiming not at the blood-haired young man, but at the black panther with wings. Not to be disrespectful, but the other party has been attacking one after another, so you have to fight back.

"Swordsmanship?"

With one strike of his sword, the blood-haired young man and the hunchbacked old woman were caught off guard.

Seeing this, the violent black panther was frightened for a moment and hurriedly spread its wings and flew high.

"Where to go."

The mustachioed man scolded him coldly. He was very good at cooperating, so he used the restraint and forbidden method.

The black panther that had just escaped was blocked for a moment. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough. Zhao Yun's Dragon Abyss had arrived. From bottom to top, it penetrated the black panther's lower abdomen, and a bloody light was very dazzling.

Roar!

The black panther let out a mournful cry and fell down.

The blood-haired young man and the hunchbacked old woman both lost their footing and fell into the forest one after the other.

"Damn it."

The blood-haired young man exploded his talisman and rushed up the hillside from the forest.

The hunchbacked old woman was not slow either. It was the flying mount she borrowed. It was destroyed like this. She had to pay for it. It was mainly because she was angry. After all, she was at the peak of Xuanyang. She was caught off guard by this beating.

"Quick victory."

Zhao Yun and Hu Zi did not show weakness and came to kill them together.

The mustache faced the hunchbacked old woman. It is not accurate to say that they are facing each other. It should be a restraint. He is also in the Xuanyang realm. His cultivation level is not very good, and he is not good at fighting. He is far from the hunchbacked old woman's opponent. In this way, he can only He held the old woman back until Zhao Yun killed the blood-haired young man, and then joined forces to kill him. He was confident in Zhao Yun. Once that kid turned into a demon, he would be speechless.

"Little bastard, when I catch you, your life will be worse than death."

The blood-haired young man shouted loudly, and without holding back his hand, he was already at full strength.

As he stepped down, a piece of sword energy swept out and slashed through the air with a harsh clang.

pound! pound!

Zhao Yun used his soul to control the sword and blocked it just right.

"Certainly."

The blood-haired young man cast a restraining spell.

At the same moment, he shot out a bloody light from his eyes. His plan was very thorough and his thoughts were beautiful. He immobilized Zhao Yun with a immobilization spell and removed Zhao Yun's arm with two bloody lights.

What a way to play! There is nothing wrong with it.

The problem is that he picked the wrong opponent.

Zhao Yun had opened his Qilin body, and the true essence of the sea of ​​​​dan was billowing, gathering into the body-protecting true essence. The so-called immobilization spell was just a decoration, and he easily avoided the two blood beams slashed by the opponent.

"Thunder Formation."

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and squatted on the ground, thrusting his sword Long Yuan straight into the ground.

Suddenly, the earth cracked open, and pieces of thunder blades shot out from the ground, each one with extremely lethal power.

The blood-haired young man was caught off guard again and bled on the spot.

Fortunately, he was strong enough to withstand the attack and defeated the Thunder Sword with his physical strength.

Then, there was a domineering palm that struck the ground firmly, breaking through the thunder array.

Zhao Yun was not surprised by this.

The moment before the sky thunder array was broken, three flying knives were thrown out, all of which were hung with thunder talismans.

An explosion followed, and the blood-haired young man who had just been killed was blinded by the shock. At this moment, Zhao Yun was already killing him like a ghost, and slapped his chest with a mighty dragon palm.

Wow! Sour and refreshing!

The palm of the head of the Zhao family is still very heavy.

The blood-haired young man at the peak of Xuanyang didn't feel very comfortable after being hit. His body-protecting essence was shattered on the spot, and the palm force invaded his body and actually broke his sternum. It felt really uncomfortable.

The more uncomfortable ones are yet to come.

As soon as he stood firm and his eyes regained clarity, he heard a dragon roar.

Zhao Yun's roar of dragons and roars of tigers resonate with martial spirits, and their lethality is powerful enough.

Well!

The blood-haired young man groaned, his orifices bleeding from the howl.

As he was retreating, a warm hand grasped his wrist.

Then, the soles of his feet left the ground, his body lost balance, and he was kicked up by Zhao Yun.

"It's done."

Seeing that the bloody-haired young man was caught, he straightened his mustache and said this.

That little martial arts cultivator was good at throwing people. Even the old man in the python robe of the Ksitigarbha Realm couldn't bear it that day, let alone the Xuanyang Realm. After falling from this blow, not many of the Ksitigarbha Realm could withstand it.

boom!

The blood-haired young man fell to the ground, and gravel flew away.

There was such a mouthful of blood that he sprayed more than ten feet high, and he was completely knocked unconscious.

ah...!

With his roar, violent energy surged.

This time, Zhao Yun was caught off guard and was knocked over before he could fall down for the second time.

The blood-haired young man prescribed the forbidden technique.

Seeing a flame-shaped rune carved between his eyebrows, it should be a forbidden method inherited by blood. Now that it is activated, the energy and blood are violent. The body is instantly raised by more than two feet, and even the black robe he is wearing is bursting. , there are strange lines and carvings on his chest, and what’s even weirder is that patches of hard and dark scales have grown on half of his shoulders.

"What kind of bloodline is this?"

Zhao Yun murmured that the young man had scales on his body and even had an extra horn on his forehead, similar to a bull's horn. At first glance, he didn't look like a human being, but more like a monster. The shape alone was enough to scare people.

"What kind of bloodline?"

The mustached man raised his eyebrows when he saw it. He had never seen anyone with as much experience as him.

The hunchbacked old woman knew it well and would not tell the two of them. One slap made her mustache vomit blood and retreat. Despite her hunchback, her attack was tricky enough. With one finger of ghostly light, she almost killed her mustache instantly.

"This is the first time in many years that someone... made me so angry."

The blood-haired young man smiled ferociously. He walked step by step with heavy steps. The ground he stepped on made a thumping sound. With each step he took, his aura increased by one point. Although he was only at the peak of the Xuanyang realm, he also had the power of the Ksitigarbha realm. When he smiled ferociously, Fans also sprouted from the mouth, and only then did the transformation truly complete.