Eternal gate

At the bottom of the Wulong Abyss, it is deep and quiet.

It was a quiet night, so dark that no one could see any fingers, and it was so dark that there was no light at all.

Click!

Suddenly, there was a sound like a branch breaking.

Then, there was a bang.

It was Zhao Yun who landed.

A person with incredible talent and incredible luck seems to have incredible luck. When he fell from above, he accidentally got hung on a branch protruding from the rock wall. If he had landed directly on the ground, he would have been smashed into a puddle of flesh. What should I say? Life should not be cut off.

However, even though he was alive, he was not far from death. When he landed, he was already covered in a pool of blood. One arm was crippled, and another arm was knocked off. Unknown, many tendons were broken, and blood and bones were exposed in many places. It was as if he had already died. A bloody person.

The injury was so severe that he fainted.

Judging from his breath, it was so weak that it could be cut off at any moment.

"This is the thrill."

The Moon God let out a sigh, but luckily Zhao Yun hung on the branch. Otherwise, he would have fallen all the way into the gate of hell, and she was also in a state of shock. She had already seen through life and death in the state of mind of the God, but this time, she was really frightened.

This is no wonder Zhao Yun.

From the moment Zhao Yun was sucked into the underground palace, the situation was beyond his control. Zhao Yun could not escape from that situation. Even if he could escape from the underground palace, he could not escape from this abyss. The only way was to fight to the death. There is a glimmer of hope.

Facts have proved that Zhao Yun did a good job.

It's really scary for people with obsessions to go crazy, just like this little martial artist at the first level of the true spirit. He calculated step by step and fought to the death, almost killing an eighth-level Xuanyang figure. If he had the last blow, he would A strong force of true energy would definitely be able to pierce the old man with one sword. In this way, the merits would indeed be complete.

However, at the end of his efforts, he finally failed.

Now, although things are extremely bad, at least Zhao Yun is still alive.

"wake up."

The moon god called softly, and if he continued to sleep like this, he would never wake up again.

"Am I...still alive?"

Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but he was powerless and found it difficult to move.

It hurt, all over his body, it hurt so much that he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction.

"Alive." Luna smiled.

This simple dialogue turns darkness into tranquility.

Zhao Yun lay there quietly, unable to move.

Before, the pain was severe.

Nowadays, the whole body seems to be gradually losing consciousness, and it is as if it has become a useless person. All the limbs, internal organs, and eight extra meridians are broken and cracked.

Up to this moment, the scars are still bleeding,

"water."

I don't know when I heard him speak weakly. He must have lost too much blood, and his mouth was dry and cracked. The wasted arm was moving with difficulty, trying to get his little purple and gold gourd, and also looking for a cure. pill.

"It's not in vain."

Moon God whispered, and as he spoke, he glanced at the broken branch of the rock wall, Zhao Yun's bag of pills, and the small purple gold gourd, all hanging on it.

Zhao Yun gave a bitter smile.

At this moment, he was not only hungry and thirsty, but also cold all over. His eyelids trembled again and again, and there were signs of closing in the drowsiness. It was as if he saw the God of Death, waving at him, with a terrifying smile, like a terrifying ghost.

Tick ​​tock!

Suddenly, there was a sound of dripping water.

Zhao Yun, whose eyes were about to close, opened them again.

Water, there was water not far away, and he still had hope.

"Three feet."

The Moon God said leisurely, giving a certain distance, and the meaning was obvious. If you can climb over, you can drink water; if you can't climb over, you will die.

"water."

Zhao Yun turned over with difficulty and crawled that way inch by inch.

sand! sand!

The sound was very harsh, as if something was rubbing.

It's Zhao Yun's naked bones.

It's the sound of bones scraping against the ground.

He groaned in pain, clinging to the ground, and it was extremely difficult to crawl every inch.

The distance of three feet seemed like a chasm.

His consciousness was so blurred that he felt like half of his body had fallen into hell.

At this moment, he is crawling out of hell.

Moon God said nothing, just watched quietly.

It's only three feet away, but it's actually not that far.

However, to Zhao Yun at this moment, it seemed like it was thousands of miles away.

He was hurt too badly.

At this speed, I'm afraid that before I can drink water, my soul will be dead.

"water."

Zhao Yun's voice was hoarse and weak, and he was still squirming as hard as he could, dragging his bloody body and crawling inch by inch, his bones grinding against the ground.

His will is strong enough.

Perhaps, there is also such an obsession that is struggling to support him. He can't die yet. He hasn't paid off the blood debt for his mother, so how can he die like this.

One inch, two inches.

One foot, two feet.

His journey was a trail of blood. A little grain of light was flickering dimly in the darkness. Perhaps one day, it would burn more dazzlingly than the sun, and there would also be such a ray of light that would fill the world. .

"There are...three inches more." Moon God whispered.

Zhao Yun still didn't respond, his eyes were almost closed, and he couldn't exert any more strength. Except for his head, his whole body was unconscious.

"The person who killed your mother is still up there."

Moon God said calmly, although he knew that this was a useless statement, but he still had to give it a try.

He only had one breath left.

If he couldn't hold his breath, he would die on the spot.

But if you can hold on, you will reach nirvana.

What was dripping three inches away was not water, but fairy dew. One drop could bring life and death to human flesh and white bones. She only found out when she came down. After all, she only had a trace of residual consciousness and her perception was really limited. If she had known that there was fairy dew, she would have known it. Tell Zhao Yun to come down and get it first.

Zhao Yun did not disappoint her.

He managed to hold on to his last breath.

At that moment, he finally closed his eyes.

At that moment, there was a shining drop of water in the darkness, dripping from mid-air and landing on his body. It had infinite power, and there was magic in the decay.

Click! Click!

The sound of bones colliding followed, and the blood gorges on his body were restored one after another at a speed visible to the naked eye; the broken tendons were connected one after another; the exploded bones were also restored one after another. Remodeled one by one.

A man who was bleeding was rekindled by a drop of fairy dew.

call!

At this point, Moon God breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yun wandered around the gate of hell, and so was she.

After melting the fairy dew, at least there is no need to worry about life.

As long as there is life, everything is possible, and her god is not a decoration.

Zhao Yun was still in a coma, but his pale face had a touch of ruddy color, and the already annihilated aura gradually became more symmetrical with his breathing.

Look at the fairy dew, which is still falling drop by drop. With each drop incorporated, Zhao Yun's aura becomes thicker. Except for the arm that was knocked off, there are no more scars on his body.

Not only are there no scars, there is also a blessing.

Immortal dew blended in and nourished his body. His limbs, bones, internal organs, and meridians were all dyed with luster. Wisps of life energy wandered in his body, brushing away his fatigue and hidden wounds, waiting to flow into his Dantian. The self-generated true energy is obviously in a coma, but the blood is surging and the vitality is strong.

"wake up."

Moon God casually flicked his hand and knocked Zhao Yun's consciousness.

Well...!

While sleeping, Zhao Yun groaned and opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer hazy and confused, and became clear and bright, and much deeper than before.

"Am I...still alive?"

He murmured these words again and looked at his body blankly. There was no more pain and no scars.

While he was looking at it, a drop of fairy dew fell into his hand. It shone with crystal fairy light and melted into his palm.

"this....."

Zhao Yun subconsciously raised his head and saw that the fairy dew was dripping from above.

When you look into it, you can see a withered flower, which looks like a lotus, but has flowers but no leaves. In other words, the leaves have completely withered and been weathered by the years.

"The living lotus." The Moon God whispered, telling the name of the flower, "This thing does not exist in the mortal world. The reason why it grows here is that a seed was left in the world. But in the mortal world, The spiritual power was unable to help it grow, so it withered. The so-called fairy dew is just dew stained on the petals."

"Just dew, can it have such magical power?"

Zhao Yun was shocked. If it were a real living lotus, it would be so incredible.

"It's not very useful to immortals. It's just that you are a mortal, and you can turn decay into magic even if you have only a trace of immortal power."

"When you encounter this fairy, you really shouldn't die." Zhao Yun took a deep breath. He should be lucky that no one came down for a stroll, otherwise, he would not have to swallow it.

"Quickly take the small gourd and catch the fairy dew." Moon Goddess spoke leisurely.

"Come."

Zhao Yun scolded lightly and made a seal with one hand. He knew where the purple gold gourd was because it had his sword brand on it.

Sword-controlling skills can not only control swords, but also control small gourds. It is good to have the brand and the hand skills. When he fought with the old man before, he could control every flying knife. This was also the reason.

The small gourd flew over and fell into his hands.

Unfortunately, there were only three drops of fairy dew left, and he carefully put it into the gourd. When he looked inside the gourd, the clouds and mist became more lingering, and the spiritual power became more surging. One sip of it had a healing effect, but , the fairy dew is dissolved, and the divine power is greatly reduced, which is far less beneficial than a drop.

"Is it gone?"

Zhao Yun raised his eyes and saw that there was no fairy dew on the withered living lotus. The withered flower had lost the last trace of its fairy power. The flowers fell and flew with a gust of breeze. Before they fell to the ground, they had already melted. Made a wisp of fly ash.

Zhao Yun stood up and looked at the ground.

When he didn't come, drops of fairy dew fell on the ground.

Maybe it can be collected.

"Wulongyuan is cold and cold, it is extremely yin, and the immortal dew is invisible when it enters the ground." Moon God said leisurely.

"If we knew there was such a fairy, we should have come to Wulongyuan earlier." Zhao Yun felt a pain in his body, but then he thought, if he had come earlier, he might have lived or died? Maybe, once you enter the underground palace, you will be killed by the one-armed old man.

Thinking of the one-armed old man, he raised his head, his deep eyes flashed with an icy cold light, and were stained with blood. He would definitely fight to the death and take the old man's head to pay homage to his mother's spirit in heaven.

At this moment, the identity of the one-armed old man should be obvious.

The one he killed that day was definitely not a lone wolf walking at night.

The real lone wolf that walks at night must be the one-armed old man in the underground palace. Otherwise, it would not be so difficult to catch, and it would be impossible to steal so many properties. And the lost rare treasure is definitely the work of the one-armed old man. .

Speaking of one-armed, he glanced at his left shoulder.

Only one arm remains.

Now, he seems to be one-armed. He has personally experimented with the legendary lack of arms and legs.

"Can it grow back?" Zhao Yun glanced at Moon God.