Eternal gate

break!

Zhao Yun gave a sonorous drink, which was unparalleled in the mountain tyranny.

The young man in black robe was caught off guard and was kicked back by a punch.

As he retreated, his head moved. At this distance, he couldn't avoid Zhao Yun's instant kill. The main reason was that he relaxed his vigilance and didn't even use his body-protecting essence. In this way, Zhao Yun easily broke through the defense. What he wanted was With one piece, one sword kills without any hesitation.

The head of the young man in black robe rolled down.

Reflecting the moonlight, you can still see the expression on his face, and there is still a look of lust and evil. How could he be so depressed? Someone appeared out of nowhere, and he was killed with a sword, so fast that he didn't even scream. This sound not only ruined his beautiful life in Chunxiao, but also sent him to hell.

Everything is in the flash of lightning.

The old man in purple robe who had left suddenly turned around again.

What he saw was the swaying body of the young man in black robes, and his head that rolled to the ground like a watermelon. Just for a moment, his teammates became like this bear. Without even saying goodbye, they went straight to the ground. to Huangquan Road.

Prajna also looked stunned.

To be honest, she didn't see who it was, all she could see was his back.

However, she recognized the instant kill, and she also recognized Ji Hen at this moment. She never thought that she would meet here, and she never thought that in the most critical moment, the person who saved her would be the one from Zizhu Peak. disciple.

"you....."

Only then did the purple-robed old man react, and he stepped back. He looked at Zhao Yun in disbelief. He was in the Xuanyang realm... and actually killed the sixth-level Ksitigarbha with one sword. Previously, he was standing with his back to him, and he had no idea. How did Zhao Yun take action?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun didn't waste any time, he was already approaching and his sword was struck by wind and thunder.

The purple-robed old man's expression changed and he hurriedly fled behind him.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun scolded him coldly, and used his remaining pupil power to cast the illusion of the Sky Eye.

The old man in purple robe was caught off guard and was hit instantly, and his mind was also in a trance for a moment.

At this moment, it was enough for Zhao Yun to come, the Wind and Thunder Technique had arrived, and a sword penetrated his body's protective essence, and also penetrated his chest. The terrifying sword intention invaded his body, killing the purple-robed old man and spitting out blood.

"Damn it."

The purple-robed old man roared, and his true energy surged, shaking Zhao Yun over.

This guy was afraid of being killed, so he drove Zhao Yun away. Instead of attacking, he actually turned around and walked away.

This was a very correct decision. Even a sixth-level Ksitigarbha was killed, let alone him. This little martial artist in the Xuanyang realm was so weird that maybe he could be killed.

In this case, it is better to retreat temporarily.

"Leave?" Zhao Yun's eyes were cold and he had already bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

puff!

The blood was dazzling.

The old man in purple robe, who could not escape more than two or three feet just now, was shot through the head by Zhao Yun with an arrow.

Another perfect kill.

As a spectator, Prajna's face turned pale when he saw it.

In just a dozen seconds, two Ksitigarbha statues were destroyed.

If it were her, she would never be able to do it.

"Normally, I can't do it either."

This would be Zhao Yun's answer.

And in this battle, he fought a surprise attack. If he really had to fight face to face, if the opponent was prepared in advance, he would be beaten until he cried. He didn't have the capital to challenge two Ksitigarbhas in the Xuanyang realm.

Again, there are no bells and whistles, all you want is speed.

"Thank you, junior brother."

Prajna staggered, this thank you was sincere.

Zhao Yun said nothing and quickly cleaned up the battlefield. After destroying the corpse and removing traces of traces, he took her and jumped on the back of Dapeng. By the way, he sacrificed a stream of true energy and poured it into Keprajna's body to eliminate her murderous intent.

"Thank you." Prajna breathed weakly and thanked him again.

"Where is the Buddha Land?" Zhao Yun asked directly to the point without talking nonsense.

"In Elysium."

"Where is the paradise?"

"In the Buddha's land."

"I..." Zhao Yun couldn't catch his breath and almost got kicked by Prajna. Two questions and two answers slipped around. It was all nonsense. The Buddha's land is in the Paradise of Paradise. The Paradise is in the Buddha's land. It makes no difference whether you talk about it or not. Are you kidding me?

"I'm looking for it too." Prajna smiled bitterly.

Then, she added, "In the dead of night, when people are quiet, I can vaguely hear the call of the Buddha Land."

She had to make up for this, otherwise, Zhao Yun would really kill her.

The Buddha Land is calling.

In this case, we can't kill him casually. Why is he pointing to Prajna to find the Buddha's land?

Thinking like this, he took a few talismans, all of them were sealing talismans, sealing Prajna tightly. He finally found this girl, but he couldn't let her go. If she ran away without a trace, it would be difficult to find her. Now, when he brings the Zhao family and finds the Buddha's land, he will personally send them to see the Buddha.

"Junior Brother Ji, why is this so?" Prajna frowned slightly.

"It's good to tie him up. It's safe to tie him up." Zhao Yun said, and he was really tied up.

"You and I...have any grudge?" Prajna looked at him intently.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know." Prajna whispered.

She admitted that she had never met Ji Hen before joining the Tianzong. Where did the enmity between the two come from? This little junior brother was full of hostility from the first time he saw her in the Tianzong, as if he had a grudge against killing his father. That way.

There is also the new sect competition.

Before their duel, Ji Hen asked her an inexplicable question.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

If you kill someone, you should go to several levels of hell.

To this day, she still doesn't know the meaning of Zhao Yun's words.

Zhao Yun was sitting cross-legged, it was time to have a good chat with Prajna.

"Here comes another old friend."

Before he could speak, he heard the Moon God's sudden words.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows after hearing this and picked up the binoculars.

Unless he was a special old friend, Moon God would not remind him.

At this glance, he saw a bloody light.

It was a small village. It must have been robbers, and the screams were very noisy.

The roc spreads its wings and is fast enough.

Unfortunately, I arrived too late, and all I saw were corpses scattered everywhere.

The dead all have the same characteristic: they have become mummies. They must have been sucked into mummies.

"So cruel." Zhao Yun said coldly.

"So cruel." Prajna's cheeks turned pale.

As strong-minded as they were, both of them couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble.

Not long ago, these were all living lives, but this time they were all turned into mummies. Whether they were old people or infants, they were all brutally slaughtered. This was a pure land in the hidden world, and they were killed into the human world. Hell, pools of blood, are full of innocent souls.

"Wonderful blood."

There was unbridled laughter deep in the village, and the murderer hadn't left yet.

Zhao Yun had already sensed it and was heading in that direction. He saw a man in blood robes from a distance. The devil was surging and his bloody hair was floating. He looked like a Shura or a devil, with blood all over his body.

"How...possible." Zhao Yun couldn't believe it when he saw it.

Don't blame him for this, it's just because he recognizes the devil: Wang Yang.

That's right, it's Wang Yang, the young master of the Wang family in Forgotten City.

If the devil was here, he would definitely recognize Wang Yang as the holy son of the devil.

"How is that possible?" Zhao Yun frowned deeper.

That night, he had clearly blown Wang Yang to pieces.

That kind of form...can it be resurrected?

Facts have proved that he can indeed be resurrected. Not only was he resurrected, but he was still doing terrible things. For example, in this village, I don’t know how many people were slaughtered, and I don’t know how many innocent people were buried in Wang Yang’s hands.

When he looked, Wang Yang also turned around.

He recognized Wang Yang, and Wang Yang recognized him.

That night, there was also such a small village, and the ground was full of creatures that had been sucked into mummies. The two of them had encountered each other once before, and they even had a big fight. It was the little martial artist in front of them who blew him up. His body was shattered into pieces. If it weren't for the inheritance of the Immortal Demon Lord, he would probably have been buried.

"It's you again." Wang Yang gritted his teeth.

"Senior Sister Prajna, this person... looks familiar to you." Zhao Yun said lightly.