Eternal gate

After thousands of years, Zhao Yun finally returned home.

Looking at the world of Shen Dynasty, people are already like the sea tide.

The moment he entered, he paused for a long time. Although he had seen every face he could see countless times on the way here, he had never looked at it so kindly as he did at this moment.

"My hometown is better."

He said the same thing again, even though he was in the city of Heaven, he couldn't suppress his trance.

Like him, the people of the Divine Dynasty were in the same state of mind. After many, many years, the Lord of the Divine Dynasty finally returned against the will of heaven. The glorious past years are still vivid in his mind. It was a journey paved with blood and bones.

"Am I getting old?" Zhan Tianxing whispered.

Counting the time, it has been thousands of years since I last saw Zhao Yun.

Now that I see my old friend again, I don’t realize that the years have passed and that he has gone through a vicissitudes of life.

"I haven't seen him for too many years? Why do I feel so strange to him?" the immortal divine body muttered.

"The mysterious veil he wears must be hiding a long-ago story." Kui Jiang spoke leisurely.

"Xuanzu, who is he?"

"He is an immortal god."

Some people recognize Zhao Yun, but others are confused.

For example, one after another, the little babies who are ignorant of the world are pulling at the clothes of their elders and asking curious questions.

In the past ten thousand years, the divine dynasty has spawned countless generations.

They didn't know Zhao Yun, and Zhao Yun didn't know them either.

"Daddy."

The call came out, and the tone was choked.

It was a young boy, plus two little girls.

The children of the Zhao Yun family: Zhao Ziyun, Zhao Ziyue and Zhao Zixi.

The body of the universe, the body of Tiansha, and the body of time and space, the three ancestor-level bloodlines, after more than ten thousand years of spring, autumn, winter and summer, have finally grown up a little, but only a little.

It doesn't matter if you are small, as long as you are powerful.

The three of them have already achieved enlightenment and become gods, and they are all invincible beings of the same level.

"Okay, okay, okay."

There were tears in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he responded

Three sounds.

The flowers have faded and bloomed for more than 10,000 years, and he has missed too much.

"Yun'er."

Zhao Yuan and Furong were also in tears, both of them burst into tears.

These two couples have not wasted their time, and they have become gods many years ago.

Not only them, every one of Zhao Yun's old friends has reached the realm of gods.

The original intention of creating the divine dynasty of Jujiao and Fengshen has been achieved, but there has been too much blood and tears along the way.

"father."

"mother."

Zhao Yun knelt down, and the whole world was filled with lightning and thunder.

In the past, God's kneeling, even if it was his parents, would have sent him and his wife away.

But he is not an ordinary God, and the taboos in the universe can be revealed in an instant.

"Don't move, I'll go first." This was originally a sensational play, but there was an inappropriate shout.

A stream of light emerged from the crowd, it was Xiao Wuling.

The vicissitudes of life have passed, but he is still that small, no taller than a wine pot.

He was a brat, so he couldn't help but punch Zhao Yun when he came up.

After it was over, he ran around all over the world, running over and over again and screaming, "Young master, I am also a person who has fought against heaven."

"Change me, switch me."

"Get out of here."

After the little mist spirit, human figures came overwhelmingly.

Especially the troublemaker, who can't even be tied down, and still holds a stick in his hand that has been sharpened for more than 10,000 years.

drink!

The folk customs of the Divine Dynasty are as strong as ever.

After the small interlude, it’s the real grand feast.

give a feast.

Full.

A table flying in the sky.

Running and sitting on the ground

piece.

You swim in the river! Naturally add more chili pepper and cumin.

Birds of a feather flock together, and what is important for this feast is a well-matched match.

But no matter how it is arranged, the most eye-catching thing is Zhao Yun's table. What a myth of nine generations! Fairy Queen! Queen of Killing Heaven! Yaoyue! Luoxia! What a wisecrack! Dragon Concubine! Chu Wushuang! Qingyao! Little money addict! Misty rain! They are all white cabbage.

"It's not without reason that there are so many bachelors in the divine dynasty." Dapeng touched his chin.

This statement won the hearts of many people. If someone hadn’t had too much money, how could there be so many singles?

cough!

Mr. Zhao was very interesting and glanced at other tables from time to time.

To be honest, in the one billion and eight thousand times of self-reincarnation, there are still many people who have married him.

However, this matter should not be brought up to discuss, Xiu'er will flip the table.

"Who will he sleep with at night?"

"One piece! How lively it is!"

It's a rare feast, but after three rounds of drinking, the painting style becomes abnormal.

There are always some unscrupulous people who get drunk and gossip together.

sleep!

Just sleep when you say sleep.

It's just that the leader of the Shen Dynasty slept alone and fell into bed before finishing the wine.

It's not that he can't drink enough, it's because of his own nirvana that something went wrong.

It's not a big deal.

He needs a deep sleep to achieve a state of perfect merit.

From that day on, Feng Universe became strange.

What's so strange about that? The universe is actually changing, and there are often ancient visions that fill the sky, accompanied by Taoist sounds that have resounded throughout the ages, like divine songs.

"The rotation of the universe?" Taotie Huangshen touched his chin.

"Based on my fellow Taoist experience, I wonder if Feng Universe's ranking can move up." Yuan Yuan pinched.

beard.

"It's no big deal if you go from seventh to last to seventh to last." Taotiehuang Shen said.

"Listen to the implication of your words, among the top six, are there any existences that surpass the Supreme God?"

"Yes, there must be."

The Taotie Desolate God gave a definite answer without even thinking about it.

The silence is primitive, and the breathing is much deeper than before.

After living for endless years, he is still a frog in the well.

The universe is vast, and there are countless unknowns hidden in the dark depths.

He didn't dare to get involved, for fear that if he went too far and saw something more terrifying, his heart would collapse.

Wow!

Zhaojia Peak is a long, rolling river, rushing and surging.

The real False River is like a bodyguard, guarding the mountain.

Just because the man named Zhao was sleeping on the top of the mountain, and the more he slept, the more he looked like a dead person.

It is not accurate to say that it is a guardian. It is probably bored and runs out to blow the wind. It will not stop anyone from the divine dynasty. Not only does it not stop, it will also naughtyly drag the person into the river and take a serious bath. bath.

It's quiet at night.

Moon Goddess landed on the top of the mountain and sat gently in front of the bed.

Like a gentle wife, she held Zhao Yun's hand and waited quietly for him to wake up.

No one bothered them, not even Taixi and Dixian, who were far away in the realm of heaven, because they knew that there was a relationship in the sky outside the sky, which was exclusive to Dian Heyao. Those years were probably longer than the birth of the universe.

"That battle must have been very difficult!"

No one could hear the Moon God's whisper, whether he was talking to himself or asking Zhao Yun.

Even through thousands of reincarnations and countless vicissitudes of life, she could never forget the sadness of that last human commander guarding the gate of eternity alone on that night of that month.

It is he who is the queen of all living beings, and it is he who protects the fire of humanity.

That desolate and lonely figure is the pain that she will never be able to erase forever.