Eternal Gate

boom! boom! boom!

The underground palace trembled, and Zhao Yun trembled every time he waved his fist.

what...!

The roar of the old man in the python robe, anger is also tyrannical.

It's a pity that the howling loudly is useless. I want to get up... I get beaten back every time.

"Livestock!"

Bazi Hu stood up, clutching his chest, swallowing back the blood he was about to vomit.

The thief on the opposite side is holding on to the wall, watching the pounding with care, not to mention physical pain, just looking at the pain of his mother, that true spiritual realm is more than natural, it is bloody?

The howl did not know when it was annihilated.

Zhao Yun finally stopped.

Looking at the old man in the python robe, he is not very comfortable. He was beaten into the floor and beaten back to his demonized state. His body was distorted and his mouth was constantly bleeding.

"You can't kill me, I... I am a witch's person."

The dignified Tibetan realm also reveals humbleness and pleading, and is also a lord who is afraid of death.

He is not stupid, he still knows to move backstage at this time, what if it works? Gotta try.

"Blood debt... needs to be paid with blood."

Zhao Yun said indifferently, asking out the tombstones of the villagers in Shanhe.

With a bang, the tombstone fell on the old man in the python robe and was killed on the spot.

Also released together were the bodies of robbers, piled up into hills.

"No wonder there was such a big movement, and no one came down from above."

Eight-character Hu and the thief murmured that all the robbers in the mansion had been cleaned up by Zhao Yun.

"May you have spirits in the sky."

Zhao Yun placed an incense burner in front of the tombstone and inserted three musk incense.

At this point, he took a step back, collapsed on the ground, retreated from the state of demonization, revealed a pale and bloodless face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and there was no trace of strength on his body. This battle did not move. There is no high-level explosive talisman, it is really difficult to fight, using the most peak combat power, or being beaten to death, Dan Hai's true essence is also consumed.

At this moment, even if an ordinary person punches him, he can knock him down.

Fortunately, he won and paid the villagers' blood debt with the life of the villain.

"You... really a talent."

The eight-character Hu swayed over and gave Zhao Yun a thumbs up from a distance.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that a Ksitigarbha realm was actually destroyed by a true spirit realm.

"This trip...not in vain."

The thief laughed and fought a **** battle, and his mood changed.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, he poured a few mouthfuls of spiritual liquid, and fisted the pills into his mouth desperately.

"Fang is not convenient to leave a name."

The thief poked Zhao Yun, and the two eyeballs were still so straightforward.

"Ji Hen."

Zhao Yun said tiredly, his name had already been planned.

Ji Hen... Homophony remembers hate, meaning to remember hatred.

One day, he will use the life of Ziyihou and Yunfeng to pay tribute to the spirit of his father in the sky.

"Honestly, your name isn't pretty, it's my name," said the thief.

"How loud is it."

The Bazi Hu took the hip flask in his hand and poured it fiercely.

"My surname is Wang. When I mention my name, there is another story that I have to tell." The thief said meaningfully. "When my mother gave birth to me, a lightning flashed and exploded my cottage."

"So hey!"

"So, my father named me: Wang Zhan."

"Good name."

The eight-character shook his tongue.

Zhao Yun also subconsciously looked sideways. The name of this product... is louder than that of Fatty Blackie.

Ok?

At the same moment, all three of them got up, and someone came in.

Hu's legs and feet were the most numb, and Yaner ran into the Shimen to the east.

"Here."

Zhao Yun called out, he had already figured out the channel before he came, and he knew the way out.

The thief hurriedly followed, but Hu also didn't even think about it. I don't know why, after this battle, I quite believe this true spirit little Wuxiu, and there is a sense of mystery all over his body.

The path Zhao Yun chose was still very reliable.

Not long after the three escaped, they saw a group of people come down.

The head is a black robe youth, born with a demon nature, not just the right eye, the magic light flashes, and the breath that overflows from his body, there is a tyrannical evil spirit hidden in it, cold and cold.

"Damn it."

Seeing the scene of the underground palace, the youth looked ugly.

It is not difficult to imagine what happened here before, the good blood pool is gone.

"Holy Son, there are people in the passage."

I don't know who shouted.

"Catch live."

The black robe youth immediately turned around and disappeared into the underground palace like a ghost.

Here, Zhao Yun and the three have reached the exit, and they forcefully penetrated the ground.

"Catch them."

The anger was quite noisy, and a large crowd chased it out.

"go."

Hu's legs and feet are still the most numb.

The thief is not slow either, and he runs faster than the rabbit when he starts to escape.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun crossed the eaves and escaped into the darkness.

Later, I saw the Dapeng spread its wings, like a golden light across the sky.

"Where to go."

The black robe youth snorted coldly, and jumped onto the eaves.

A blood eagle flew over and took it down, chasing Zhao Yun like a black shadow.

"Xuanyang Realm."

Zhao Yun once looked back.

I only took a look at it. I was unable to fight and was still in a weak state.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two passed by one after the other.

Dapeng's face is long enough and two spells are attached, and the speed is not covered.

Zheng! Zheng!

Behind him, the young man in black robes chased him.

There is a sky full of sword aura, whistling like a violent wind, and the sound of clank is harsh.

"Catch live."

The other two directions also kept shouting.

The eight-character Hu qi and blood rose up, and he dared not turn his head back, but he didn't want to be beaten by a group.

Wang Zhan was even more confused, and crawled around.

Compared with the two parties, the air was quite silent. Zhao Yun didn't say a word, and the black-robed youth didn't say a word. They fled and chased one by one. From the small town, one after the other, they chased for two to three hundred miles.

"I underestimated you."

The young man in the black robe smirked and brushed his hand with a golden spell.

It's a speed talisman, or a high-level speed talisman. I didn't want to use it, but now it doesn't work anymore. The guy in front of me runs too fast, and there are a lot of speed talisman. It's so watery, it really gave him a run.

Whoosh!

With the golden light speed talisman posted, the blood eagle's speed surged.

Then, there was a black sword aura, wiping a pinch of fire in the air.

Hum!

Zhao Yun tried his best to block with the soul sword.

"go?"

The young man in black robes who had chased him a hundred meters away gave a faint smile.

Seeing that he closed his right eye slightly.

In the next moment, he opened and closed again, and the target was Dapeng.

A weird thing then appeared. On Dapeng's left wing, a dark flame was ignited, reflecting the dim moonlight, the flame was also magical, and the flame was not even hot.

Quack!

Dapeng screamed, hissing in pain.

Zhao Yun hurriedly sacrificed his true essence, trying to extinguish the flame.

Of course, it can't be put out.

Zhao Yun frowned, still seeing such a weird flame.

Dapeng called again, and Zhao Yun could hear the meaning: it had to return to the spirit world to extinguish the fire.

go!

Zhao Yun didn't even think about it, so he sent Dapeng back to the spirit world.

And he, like a ray of light, fell all the way from the sky.

Zheng!

The blood eagle flew with its own hurricane, and the young man in black robes was not idle, his sword aura poured out like rain.

Pounds pounds pounds!

Zhao Yun tried his best to impede Longyuan, dancing as much as possible in the fall.

Sword Qi is often blocked, but it is inevitable to hit, after all, he is in a weak state.

"That...what kind of eye."

Zhao Yun muttered, staring at the black robe man's right eye.

It should be a celestial eye, and the previous dark flames are mostly the celestial eye secret technique. As long as the sight is within the range of vision, as long as the aim is accurate enough, the strange flame can be burned on the opponent's body. Immortal, or he did not find the right way.

Thanks to Dapeng, there is a way to crack it.

If he was hit, most of them have been burnt to ashes.

However, most of that secret technique has a time limit, so overbearing, it will consume a lot of pupil power, so, it can not be used a second time in a short time, otherwise, the black robe youth will definitely give him a knife.