Eternal gate

"There is still someone there?" Zhao Yun's expression suddenly changed.

It was a one-armed old man, very skinny, with a skeletal shape, as if he had been drained of blood, dry, with disheveled hair covering half of his face. I knew it was a person, but I didn't know, I thought it was a bird. Where are the hungry ghosts?

"What pure blood."

The old man opened his eyes and sucked in contentment. When he looked at Zhao Yun, he licked his scarlet tongue. His cloudy eyes were still glowing with green light, which was eerie and terrifying.

"Xuanyang Realm."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, the old man did not hide his aura, and could vaguely sense it without looking at the small spirit bead. However, the aura was slightly insufficient, and it must be a hidden injury in his body. He had studied the Xuanmen Book of Heaven, and he also knew a little about fortune telling and medical treatment. technique.

His guess was spot on.

The one-armed old man does have hidden injuries, and has been criticized for many years. He seems to have tuberculosis. He is short of breath when talking, and sometimes he coughs violently.

"Senior, I don't mean to disturb you."

Zhao Yun stepped back step by step, preparing to retreat before running away. Although the old man had hidden injuries and was one-armed, he was an extraordinary martial artist. He was far beyond what Yan Laogui could match. At least at the eighth level, it was easy to destroy him. Yes, it is not impossible to use the explosive talisman to explode, but he will also lose his life. This is not above, this is a cave dug halfway up the mountain, and the underground palace is quite narrow and cannot be used at all. Once it explodes, it will collapse. He still has some awakening.

Buzz!

Before he could escape, the stone door at the entrance of the cave closed with a buzz.

Obviously, the one-armed old man wanted to close the door.

"How do you know this place?" The one-armed old man smiled quietly, still as solemn as ever.

"Enter by mistake."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, but in fact he was cursing his mother in his heart. God knows where the lone wolf hides his treasure, and there is a Xuanyang realm. If he knew this, he would only come here to find excitement.

That's good, someone blocked us here.

"Enter by mistake?" The one-armed old man sneered, "The only one who knows this place is my disciple."

"What a mistake."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

The corners of the old man's mouth were slightly raised. One moment, he was sitting on the stone platform, and the next moment he came like a ghost, grabbing with his dry palms with strong palm wind.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun reacted quickly enough, stepped on the Wind God Step, and escaped instantly.

"What a handsome body."

The old man smiled sinisterly and did not pursue him. Instead, he raised his arm, opened his withered fingers, and faced Zhao Yun. The true energy in his palm overflowed and a vortex evolved.

Zhao Yun, who was escaping, suddenly felt a terrifying suction force that was so strong that he couldn't resist it. He was going backwards, but due to this suction force, he was sucked towards the old man again.

Zheng!

At the critical moment, he drew his sword with all his might, and his sword struck like thunder and lightning.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

The one-armed old man's eyes were full of contempt. He only stretched out two fingers and clamped the tip of Zixiao's sword impartially. No matter how Zhao Yun mobilized his true energy, he could not penetrate even half of it.

Buzz!

The old man flicked his finger, sending Zhao Yun flying. The Zixiao sword buzzed violently, threatening to explode. He was not much better. His five internal organs were in severe pain from the shock, especially the arm holding the sword. The arm bones were already damaged. It was cracked and blood was flowing.

In addition, the transformation technique was also shaken away, revealing his true form on the spot.

Seeing his honor, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly. Zhao Yun was quite similar to the person in his memory, especially those eyes, which were equally deep and wise.

puff!

Zhao Yun finally stood firm and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The injury was serious.

This is the difference between the True Spirit Realm and the Xuanyang Realm, not to mention the difference of one big realm. If he really wants to fight head-on, he won't be able to hold on for a single round.

"Who are you, Zhao Yuan?"

The one-armed old man smiled at Zhao Yun. His smile was terrifying.

"I don't recognize it."

Zhao Yun replied simply and looked around in all directions, trying to escape, but after looking around, it seemed that there was only one exit from the underground palace, the Shimen.

As for the relationship with the Zhao family, he categorically denied it.

Again, he is not alone. He has to hide his identity no matter where he is at any time. He cannot cause trouble to the Zhao family. If a family is targeted by an eighth-level Xuanyang realm, they will never think about it again in this life. Ansheng.

"Then you recognize this."

The one-armed old man smiled faintly, and there was something in his hand, which was a sachet.

Zhao Yun frowned when he saw this.

He certainly recognized that sachet, because it belonged to him and had been lost for many years. His mother had embroidered it for him. The reason why he could recognize it at a glance was that the word "cloud" on the sachet was used. Phoenix embroidery was her mother's unique stitching technique. It seemed simple, but in fact it was extremely complicated. Not to mention forgetting the ancient city, even in the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there was no second one. No one could imitate it. He was very puzzled. Why is the sachet that his mother knitted for him with the old man?

"He is Zhao Yuan's precious son."

The one-armed old man smiled fiercely, and there was a ferocious arc at the corner of his mouth. His turbid old eyes were also a little scarlet. Their eyes were not only bloodthirsty, but also violent. No need to ask anymore, you can tell from Zhao Yun's expression. Come up with the answer.

Zhao Yun said nothing, his eyebrows furrowed deeper.

Does this weird one-armed old man recognize his father?

"I recognize it, of course I recognize it." The old man smiled ferociously, as if he could read Zhao Yun's inner words. Because he could read it, he showed his white teeth and smiled sinisterly, "His wife, your mother, is My heart is broken."

boom!

Zhao Yun's body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. His deep eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes, dyeing them scarlet. The Zixiao sword in his hand buzzed, and the surging anger and cold murderous intent overwhelmed him. mind.

Blood debt, this is a huge blood debt.

His memory of his mother can only be traced back to when he was seven years old. It was that cold night when his family was retaliated by his enemies. In order to protect him, his mother was slapped by a man in black. His heart was broken. When his father arrived, , my mother is dying.

"Yun'er."

This should be the last call his mother made to him before she died. She was the gentlest and weakest, and she fell into his father's arms with reluctance and tears.

He also remembered how hoarse and tragic his father's roar was when his mother closed her eyes. That night, his father's head turned white overnight.

At the age of seven, he was ignorant of worldly affairs and thought his mother was sleeping, but he did not know that this sleep was an eternal farewell. For many years, he did not dare to mention his mother in front of his father. He only knew that his father spent countless nights alone. Wandering under the moon, holding my mother's memorial tablet, feeling dejected, missing and feeling guilty. I have spent all my money to find the murderer, but no one has found her yet.

God has eyes, so he happened to see it.

Perhaps, he had his own destiny, and his trip was not in vain.

The hatred of killing one's mother is irreconcilable.

"Interesting, really interesting." The old man smiled faintly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his face was as ferocious as a ghost, "Zhao Yuan, I killed your wife nine years ago. I didn't expect that nine years later, your son would come to your door. In this life, you are destined to Alone."

kill!

Zhao Yun's roar was a roar from his soul. His mind was blinded by hatred. He seemed to have forgotten that the opponent was at the eighth level of the Xuanling. He actually attacked from the front. It was still a wind and thunder sword. The breath of fire lingered and was covered with thunder and lightning.

The old man sneered, stretched out his hand again, and grasped the Zixiao Sword.

However, before he could activate his attack, Zhao Yun abandoned his sword and used the holy fighting method to bully his body into hand-to-hand combat. It was still the same weird attack, every move and every move was fierce and domineering.

"What a close fight."

The old man was slightly surprised and caught off guard for a moment.

But, it was only for a moment.

Although Zhao Yun's attack was fierce and powerful, it was far from hurting him. In the face of absolute power, the so-called skills were no different than decorations. They were far below a level. Not to mention hurting him, even his defense was destroyed. If it doesn't break, it's just scratching the itch. How can the eighth level of Xuanyang's body-protecting essence be broken open by a true spirit?

boom!

With a thunderstorm, Zhao Yun flipped out again. The old man didn't make a move at all, and the surging true energy alone almost shook him to pieces.

puff!

Zhao Yun vomited this mouthful of blood and staggered to the point where he could no longer stand still. God knows how many bones were shattered, and the pain all over his body was like burning flames.

"It would be good to turn you into a puppet."

The old man smiled sinisterly, with all his white teeth exposed. He had already thought about it, turned Zhao Yun into a puppet, and then ordered him to assassinate Zhao Yuan. That scene must be eye-catching.

As he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong and subconsciously lowered his eyes.

When he looked into his eyes, he saw three yellow talismans affixed to his body. To be precise, they were explosive talismans.

What the hell, I was caught off guard.

It was Zhao Yun who had stuck to him during the close fight.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the three explosive talismans have been exploded. Even he was knocked back by the explosion. The so-called body-protecting essence was blown out of the gap. The dignified eighth level of Xuanyang was also blown up by the explosion. , a layer of flesh and skin on his chest was lifted, and the bloody flesh was terrifying. Thanks to his powerful background, if it were an ordinary Xuanyang realm martial artist, he would probably have been blown up to the sky.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

Before he could react, more than a dozen flying knives came towards him, all with explosive talismans.

"You little bastard, I really underestimate you."

The old man gritted his teeth and could see the explosive talisman of the flying knife. The real energy surged with it and turned into a strong wind, trying to sweep away the flying knife and explode it wherever he liked.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Zhao Yun again.

Before the strong wind swept over the flying knife, the flying knife changed its trajectory and shot straight into the sky.

"Sword-controlling skills?" The old man was surprised.

That's right, it's sword control. Each flying knife is engraved with Zhao Yun's brand. With the seal in his hand, he can avoid the strong wind. At this moment, more than a dozen flying knives have fallen from the sky and touched the old man's body. At that time, there was a collective explosion.

boom! boom! boom!

The power of more than a dozen explosive talismans was still very powerful. The explosion caused the small underground palace to rumble and shake. There were gravels falling down and there were signs of collapse.

Looking at the old man again, he was in a miserable state. The true essence that protected his body had just healed and covered his whole body, but it was devastated by explosive talismans one after another. His body was broken and broken in many places, and one or two places could be damaged. See blood and bones.

puff!

This mouthful of blood leaked out of the old man's domineering force. The explosive talisman touched the hidden wounds in his body. It broke out at this moment, and the terrible backlash caused severe pain all over his body.

"eye for eye."

Zhao Yun roared, and without giving him a chance to breathe, he fired another flurry of flying knives.

"Looking for death." The old man laughed ferociously.

This time he learned the lesson wisely. He was like a black shadow coming towards him. Before the flying knife and explosive talisman could explode, he was already in front of Zhao Yun. His withered palm came out from the air.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun had already expected that the moment the old man reached out his hand, he had already stood up and fled.

During this period, he also performed kneading with one hand.

Explosive Talisman! There must be more mines hidden under the ground, which were buried just now. One on the left and one on the right. The old man stepped on one with his foot, and there were two mines in total.