Eternal Gate

"What? Luna is dead?"

"It's absolutely true, the Supreme City is covered with white silk."

"I'm afraid it's not the dynasty, but I'm playing tricks and digging holes for the restricted area."

"The sound of the mourning bell can't fool anyone."

"She deserves such an honor."

The efficiency of the restricted area was still very high, and the news of the death of the Moon God was really publicized, and in just one day, it spread throughout the God Realm.

One stone startled a thousand waves.

The entire starry sky exploded like a pot.

Especially in places where people gather together, everyone is talking about this matter.

What's more, they went to the Immortal Realm together to see the Sea of ​​Gods secretly.

It was really as the rumors said, when one looked at the past, it was all white.

It is all white silk, and even from a long distance, one can feel the meaning of grief and solemnity.

Now, few people questioned it, and more sighed and sighed.

That is the myth of the Ninth World! What kind of existence, how can it be buried?

who killed her.

Besieged by the gods in the restricted area?

Why!

Under the moon, many people sighed secretly, most of them were people with profound Taoism.

There is no shortage of ashes-level masters, reflecting the stars, and pouring a piece of dirty wine.

That myth is terrifying and respectable, worthy of their worship.

Someone spilled wine.

There were also abuses.

Just like those inheritances who have enmity with the God Dynasty, they laughed wildly, and their ferocious faces became more serious than the other. When the Moon God died, the God Dynasty lost its greatest support, and they attacked them in groups, flattening the Supreme City .

This is what the restricted areas want. After disseminating the news, they have sent people to move around, nothing more than to visit the powerful inheritance. By the way, make an alliance. As long as they can destroy the gods, they don’t mind one more division. Anyone who comes with trophies is welcome, and the more the better.

"When will the world be peaceful!"

The weather-beaten old masters usually climb high at night and look far away.

The flames of war are spreading, but it is only a matter of time.

That ball of flames would not be finished until it burned the Shen Dynasty to ashes.

The Sea of ​​Gods tonight is eerily quiet, even the wind that blows is bitingly cold.

Inside the city, there was even a heavy haze.

The atmosphere is so oppressive that the space seems to freeze.

boom!

The roar resounded throughout, breaking the silence and tranquility.

When you take a closer look, you realize that it is a majestic statue.

To be precise, it is the statue of the moon god.

I don't know who carved it, but it is lifelike.

Under the statue, there is a table, an incense burner, and it is covered with spells. Too many people worship and pray devoutly. They only hope that they can give up a little spirit of the Moon God, even if it is just a will, and she can kill back against the sky. the world.

"Is this going to work?"

The giant touched his chin and walked over from afar.

When passing by the statue of Luna, I compared my head with it, um, not as tall as him.

"Yes." The Water God said with a clang.

Like him, most people in the city are in this state of mind.

She is the moon god, the myth of the ninth generation. Back then, she was able to return against the sky, and she can do the same now, whether it is a hundred years or a thousand years. As long as the gods are still there, the incense will not be broken. spirit.

"Don't be lazy."

After worshiping the moon god, the words of the water **** resounded through the Supreme City.

Needless to say, the people of the gods are not idle.

Seriously injured seniors retreat to recuperate; uninjured great gods build magic circles; juniors with poor foundations cultivate quietly, not daring to waste their time. During the second battle between gods and demons, hold back the predecessors.

Be prepared for danger in times of peace, and the God Dynasty is always ready for a more tragic war.

In the depths of the city, Zhao Yun is like a stone statue, lying quietly in the sea of ​​gods.

After repeated battles, he was so badly injured that he couldn't wake up for a while.

Starlight and moonlight fell on him and were absorbed by his body.

At this time, there will be wisps of Qi accumulating around his body, and each wisp is dyed with immortal light.

According to the words of the leader Yuxi, it is a sign of the transformation of Tao.

If it settles to a certain limit, it will be able to Nirvana and become eternal.

Speaking of the jade seal of the dragon head, in the dead of night, thieves are dishonest and will always sneak out and circle around Zhao Yun, borrowing Zhao Yun's energy to nourish his seal.

In this regard, whether it is the Burial God Cauldron or the Longyuan Sword, keep your eyes open and close your eyes, experience is fine, if you dare to let bloodletting, you will definitely look good.

It will be three to five months when Zhao Yun sleeps.

During the period, there were many ghostly figures overseas, including casual cultivators and gods and demons in restricted areas. The former wandered around with nothing to do.

In the sixth month, the small universe suddenly swayed, full of splendor.

Many great gods went to check, and they saw the scene of opening up the world: among the ruins, there were plants and trees breaking through the ground, and mountains rose from the ground, and the turbid air sank into the darkness, and the pure spiritual power floated all over the world again. Previously, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, but now, everything is recovering.

The elders all know that this is because the small universe is gradually merging into the big universe.

It is this kind of scene that attracts more supreme beings to continue to find the source of the great cause.

Where there are people, how can there be less disputes.

Grab the source.

Robbery in partnership.

The enemies met and made an appointment to fight.

One after another, the big dramas were staged again and again in the small universe, and even the fifth war of gods and demons, before the curtain really kicked off, it started here first.

In the eighth month, Zhao Yuncai woke up from a deep sleep, and stood alone under the statue of the moon god, without moving for a long time.

The elders are so silent, and the younger generations don't dare to bother them when they pass by.

The lord of the **** dynasty is able to be today, thanks to the myth of the ninth generation. She brought out the most heaven-defying disciple, but he lost the master who loved him the most.

At some point, Zhao Yun slowly turned around, stepped down, and disappeared out of thin air.

The gods knew that he was looking for the ruler of the fairy world.

There needs to be an answer to the **** calamity of the small universe.

For example, what happened, and who destroyed the Moon God.

In the same small bamboo forest, Zhao Yun came back in the future, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

"Lin Zhihua." Zhao Yun shouted, his voice hoarse.

"Sorrow." There were misty words coming out of the forest, but there were only these two words.

Everything about the Tiandao battlefield has been listed as a taboo.

What the ruler of the God Realm didn't dare to say, she also didn't dare to reveal half of it.

After waiting for a long time to no avail, Zhao Yun entered the mortal world again, looking for the sanctioner of the mortal world.

However, after waiting for a while, the door was shut again, and no reply was heard when we arrived.

The master of the underworld is a bright donkey, and invited Zhao Yun to have a drink.

However, it was just drinking, and there was no mention of the Tiandao battlefield.

Zhao Yun left, like a black shadow, haunting the Three Realms like a shadow.

He was looking for Liu Ruxin, and he had been missing for many days.

Fortunately, Emperor Xian's soul jade is still there.

With this piece of jade, he walked into a big crack.

Different from the rift between immortals and mortals, the world in the rift is very treacherous.

There is no sun, moon and stars, no mountains, rivers, vegetation, and no changes in the universe. There is nothing but chaos and darkness. It is more accurate to call it an unknown field.

"Heart."

In the depths of the darkness, he found a ray of time.

It was the soul of Emperor Immortal, an unconscious remnant soul.

"I'm late."

Zhao Yun held the emperor's soul carefully, feeling very distressed.

Distressed, it doesn't mean that he is blind and can see the stains on the remnant soul of the Emperor Immortal.

It was a ray of dark light, poisoning her remnant soul all the time.

After seeing it, I realized that it was killing intent.

Oh no, it should be the remnants of Tao.

"The law of infinity."

His muttering contained endless incomprehension and confusion.

The emperor's ancestor practiced this way, was it Liu Ruxin who was hurt by the emperor's ancestor?

Without thinking too much, he sank the remnant soul of the Emperor Immortal into his primordial spirit sea, leaving only that glimmer of light, and with this, tried his best to deduce it, trying to find the source of its way.

After some divination, there was an ancient figure from behind, which was vague.

Although it was only a glimpse, he could still recognize it at a glance, it was undoubtedly the emperor.

"Is he still alive?"

Zhao Yun said something in his heart, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was a little confused, who was the emperor he slaughtered?

"When the mistress wakes up, I'll know as soon as I ask."

Long Yuan trembled, and Shenlei and Huntianhuo also whispered something.

Before Zhao Yun could answer, he sealed the gloomy light, turned around and tried to escape.

"Where are you going?" Yuxi, the leader who hadn't talked about it for a long time, said suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yun asked while nourishing the remnant soul of the Emperor Immortal.

"This is not a good place, a holy place for cultivation." Leading Yuxi laughed.

Hearing this, Zhao Yun glanced around the world again, "Where is this?" "Scars." Leading Yuxi spoke leisurely, "The scars of heaven."

"Heavenly wound?"

"Yes." The jade seal with the dragon's head floated out and hung in the air. After pondering for a moment, he said, "If the way of heaven is injured, there must be a reflection in the world, just like the cracks of immortals and gods. Naturally, those are Small injuries may be healed, but some injuries cannot be healed by heaven, just like the world I am waiting for at this moment, it cannot be healed.

Zhao Yun couldn't help frowning, it was the first time he had heard this statement.

"Is there a treasure hidden here?" Long Yuan poked the jade seal.

"How much is the baby worth! The voice of heaven is the one that cannot be met."

"What the hell?" Shenlei and Huntianhuo also came over.

"Heaven's wounds that cannot be healed have some voices from heaven."

"Understand the voice of heaven! God's natal voice."

"If you listen more, you will be able to hear a great fortune."