Eternal gate

boom!

Thunder suddenly started, and lightning exploded in the dense dark clouds.

"Baby, I'm just waiting for you."

Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled, he was like a little baby, and he was called kind.

That's right, he has the Taichu Heavenly Thunder Technique.

The so-called thunder and lightning are his nourishment and creation.

boom! Boom!

Since the first thunder, the whole world has been restless. Thunder and lightning have torn apart, and many of them have struck down from the sky. This is because Zhao Yun has activated the Heavenly Thunder Technique.

Still struck by lightning.

However, Zhao Yun has become accustomed to using his mental skills to attract thunder with his body, dancing his sword in the thunder, and tempering his body in the thunder, and the power of the thunder is also engraved into him bit by bit.

There are opportunities.

Bathed in thunder, his cultivation reached the eighth level in one fell swoop.

Late at night, the bonfire was brightly lit in the cave.

Beside the bonfire, Zhao Yun sat cross-legged, stabilizing his state, with the hair-like thunder still remaining on his body, and even the breath he took in and out had a hint of thunder.

Looking at it now, his temperament has changed greatly.

The so-called change is that there is an indescribable majesty, and it also benefits from thunder and lightning. Since it is thunder in the sky, it carries with it the power of thunder. They are all traces and have been imprinted into his body. They are invisible and formless, but they can truly Perceived.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!

Suddenly, a bell rang, clear and rhythmic.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly.

Because the sound of the bell seemed to have a strange magic power, which made him restless and difficult to concentrate. Even if he blocked it several times, the sound of the bell could penetrate.

For the first time in so many days, he was mentally disturbed.

The so-called disorder is a sign of... obsession.

"It's midnight, take your time!"

Zhao Yun cursed secretly, then opened his eyes and stood up, following the sound of the bell and looking for it. He went to practice in order to be quiet, but he was still disturbed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the dark mountain forest, he was walking like a black shadow with a dark complexion. When you find that person, you have to ask him why he is ringing a bell in the mountains when he has nothing to do!

He stopped again and hid behind a boulder.

Not far away, there is a mountain trail. Because at night, you can only see the prototype of a person. When you get closer, you realize that it is a mage wearing a dark blue robe and a cloak. He is holding a whisk in one hand and a whisk in the other. Ringing the bell.

It's that bell.

Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. The sound of the bell made people upset and agitated, making it difficult to stabilize his mind. It was like a curse that could not be removed from his mind. It was very evil.

Looking back, it's a bit creepy.

Behind the mage, there is a group of people, neatly arranged in a row, connected with straw ropes, one every six or seven feet. They all wear tall felt hats, their arms are stretched forward, and they all have a cup on their foreheads. A piece of yellow paper with talismans drawn on it hangs down on the face. They don't walk, but jump and jump, standing straight and neatly.

"Corpse chaser?" Zhao Yun murmured.

He had heard of corpse chasers, who stayed up day and night. It was a very mysterious profession that involved a kind of witchcraft, a kind of witchcraft that could move corpses.

It is better to say "lead" when talking about "driving" the corpse, because the mage is not behind the corpse but in front of it. He beats the gong from time to time while walking, which means to avoid the living people.

"It should be the soul-catching bell."

Zhao Yun murmured, what he was looking at was the bell in the mage's hand. It was truly worthy of the name of soul-catcher. It sounded evil. There was also the gong, which struck once and shocked the mind.

He looked at the little spirit bead in his arms, but it didn't light up.

This is strange, can't you measure the master's cultivation level? Or is it that the mage has a talisman on his body that can block prying eyes? Or maybe it's the extremely mysterious witchcraft.

Wow!

The mage scattered paper money again, and it looked like a funeral for the deceased. There were a lot of things that should be there, and it was so eerie and mysterious that overtly and covertly, Zhao Yun's hair stood on end when he saw it.

"interesting."

Zhao Yun couldn't take his eyes off him. Although he had seen more terrifying zombies, he couldn't help but be curious when he saw this scene. There was also an introduction to this in the Xuanmen Book of Heaven, which was nothing more than the witchcraft of exorcising corpses, and most of them dealt with corpses.

While he was talking, the mage had already passed by.

The six corpses behind them were all neat and tidy, jumping upright. The wind blew by, lifting the yellow charms attached to their foreheads, and you could see their white faces, which looked scary. If there were children here, It would probably make you cry.

He was terrified when he saw this battle.

He was about to leave, but when he saw the sixth corpse, he lay back.

The sixth corpse was a little fat man, not tall, but big and round. When he jumped, he was not very honest. His head was like a rattle. He looked left and right all the way. His hands were stretched forward, sometimes. Then he took it back, scratched his ears, scratched his neck, and then stretched it back out again.

"Fake corpse?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

After looking carefully, I realized that if it was a fake corpse, it was clearly a living person.

Why do you say that! Just because the little spirit bead in his arms lit up for a moment, and its cultivation level was measured, it should be the true spirit realm, the first level.

This is interesting.

What's wrong with a living person? Why would he dance with a pile of corpses in the middle of the night? Is this a special hobby? Still feeling so idle.

Looking at the mage walking in the front, he was obviously unaware.

The little fat man was still dishonest, looking left and right. When he looked towards Zhao Yun, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. His eyes were very good, as if he had seen Zhao Yun.

"are you crazy!"

Zhao Yun's lips moved, but there was no sound. He should have used lip language.

"You have the disease."

The little fat man understood lip reading and moved his lips as he replied to Zhao Yun.

"Then keep dancing!"

Zhao Yun curled his lips and pulled away secretly, not having time to let this nonsense go.

"Fuck your grandma."

He moved, and so did the little fat man. With a loud curse, he tore off the yellow talisman attached to his forehead, then tore off the straw rope and jumped into the forest.

Um?

The mage turned around suddenly and was stunned for a moment, his eyes looking very strange for a moment.

Damn it, why is there still a living person?

The embarrassing thing is that he didn't notice it at all while following him.

"Where to go."

The mage snorted coldly, immediately formed a seal with one hand and recited a spell.

Well...!

The little fat man who had just fled into the forest held his head and groaned. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be in pain. Maybe he was planted with a witchcraft by the mage.

"help me."

The little fat man said painfully, telling Zhao Yun that the distance between the two was only three to five feet.

Zhao Yun frowned, really not wanting to wade into this muddy water.

The main reason is that the mage is so weird. It seems that he is of high moral character.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a banging sound, and two corpses jumped in, one on the left and one on the right. They were real corpses. They should have been activated by the mage. They ignored Zhao Yun and went straight to the little fat man.

Needless to say, I want to catch the little fat man back.

"help me."

The little fat man was still looking at Zhao Yun, his eyes full of longing.

Zhao Yun sighed in his heart.

He took action anyway, came in two steps, picked up the little fat man and left.

Save a life, what level of pagoda is that?

The two zombies gave up and chased after them. They opened their mouths and spit out a breath of Yin Qi. The trees, flowers and plants that were contaminated with it withered in an instant.

Unfortunately, they are dead.

There were huge rocks in the way, and I couldn't jump over them, so I just kept jumping on the spot.

"Where to go."

The mage also came in, waved his sleeves, and hundreds of copper coins spilled out.

"Senior, he is a living person."

Zhao Yun suddenly turned around, and at the same moment, he drew out the Zixiao Sword from his waist, and with all his might, he shot down the hundreds of copper coins that came towards him one by one.

"How dare you snatch someone from my hands even though you are in the Ning Yuan realm?"

The mage said calmly, reciting a spell, forming a seal with one hand, and drawing a talisman out of thin air with the other hand, forming a big "sealing" character, and bumped towards Zhao Yun all the way.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's true energy surged, and he split the word "Feng" with a sword. The talisman he drew out of thin air made him feel quite novel. If he was hit, he would feel so good.

"What a junior, I underestimated you."

The mage laughed sinisterly, and changed the seal with one hand. The ancient characters suddenly appeared, but they were all illusory. I didn't know who the characters were from, and I couldn't understand them.

"That's a witchcraft, stay away."

The little fat man warned, as if he knew the weirdness of this method.

Zhao Yun didn't hide, and his whole body was burning with flames.

It is a beast fire, which protects the whole body, and all the illusory ancient characters that come towards it are burned out.

Jingle Bell!

The mage smiled sinisterly, shook the soul-catching bell, and a strange sound sounded.

Well...!

Zhao Yun groaned, the bell was so weird.

But he could bear it, and he quickly backed away with the little fat man in his arms, inserted the Zixiao Sword back into his waist, and threw a throwing knife with an explosive talisman.

"Can such an attack hurt me?"

The mage's eyes were full of contempt, and he was indeed very strong, so he accepted it easily.

When he saw the explosive talisman, his expression changed again.

This moment is a time to test adaptability and speed. Explosive Talisman is no joke, this thing will explode.

The mage has many methods, but his physical body is not good enough.

Fortunately, he was smart enough to throw the throwing knife instantly and escape behind the boulder.

boom!

An explosion followed, damaging trees all around.

Looking at Zhao Yun, there was no one left.

To be honest, there is no deep hatred, no need to fight to the death, and the mage is very evil, and his Taoist skills are hard to guard against. If you are not careful, you will be destroyed.

Behind him, the mage has come out.

He was definitely in embarrassment, but he was not seriously injured. It was the boulder that blocked the gun for him. He never expected that a small person in the Condensation Realm would actually have an explosive talisman, and the power of the explosive talisman was far beyond him. Imagine, there are thunder and lightning and fire.

"It's not that easy to leave."

The mage gritted his teeth, summoned the zombies, and put them in one place. He then ran straight into the mountains and chased after them. He even had explosive talismans. That kid must have treasures.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Here, Zhao Yun didn't stop all the way, even though he was carrying the fat man, he was running fast enough.

Taking a moment, he took a look at the little fat man.

This guy didn't know what he ate when he was growing up. He's got a lot of fat. From everywhere he looks, he looks like a young man from a wealthy family, but in his current state! Not very good, his face was pale and he looked very painful, as if he had been seriously injured.

"Water, look for water." The little fat man said with a weak breath.

Zhao Yun said nothing and went straight to the river. He still admired the little fat man. He pretended to be a dead man and even the mage couldn't recognize him. He was also a talent.

thump!

Soon after, there was the sound of falling water. Zhao Yun was rough enough. When he got to the river, he threw the little fat man into it. Fatty was created by fate.