Eternal Gate

Zhao Yun turned around in a hurry since Zhuge's eyes closed.

After delaying some time, I had to rush to Jiulong Valley as soon as possible.

From the map, you can see the topography of the Jiulong Valley. There are nine dragon-shaped mountains crisscrossing each other. The terrain is quite good, and the Jiulong Valley is right in the center, and the name is derived from it.

He was lucky, Feng Wu was indeed there.

In addition to the phoenix dance, there is also a bald old man, a proper Ksitigarbha realm, a strong person who is not a demon clan, but an elder of the dark night clan. He is really restless, and his nose has enough spirit. This person did not find the Zhao family, but Fengwu.

This, but the demon saint, catching... is a great achievement.

When Zhao Yun arrived, the battle between the two was in full swing.

You don’t need to look at it, it’s the phoenix dance falling into the wind. This is where the wounds are healed. The injuries are not normal, and 40% of the combat power cannot be used. In this state, even if it is a triple-layered underground, it is enough. She was uncomfortable, her body was full of blood, and her breath had disappeared to the extreme.

"The saint of the devil family, should have a special taste." The bald old man smiled, licking his scarlet tongue, full of obscene and filthy light, no matter how old he is, in fact, he is a beauty lover.

Feng Wu didn't say a word, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding constantly, and he couldn't stand still.

"Old man... I will love you well." The bald old man smiled and grabbed it with one hand.

"I... will also cherish you well."

Before Feng Wu could respond, she was pulled away by someone behind her.

Zhao Yun arrived, pulled the phoenix dance away, and fisted out with a phoenix mountain fist, which collapsed that big hand, and even the bald old man retreated with a sigh of sorrow, triple-hidden, even though he was not in peak state. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still be abused.

"Who?"

The old man yelled violently, without seeing who it was, only a dark shadow.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun speed, like a ghost, has deceived his body.

"You..." The bald old man suddenly changed his expression and flew away in a hurry.

"Go?" Zhao Yun cast a sky-eye illusion, bewildering the bald old man's mind.

Although it was only a moment, it was enough for him to grasp the old man's wrist.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I haven't fallen for several days, and my hands are really itchy.

boom! boom! boom!

The lonely Jiulong Valley had three rumblings.

The bald old man was miserable. He just woke up from the illusion of the sky, he was knocked out of the body protector Zhenyuan; in the second attack, the internal organs were moved; in the third attack, the bones all over his body were crackling.

Zhao Yun took a look, oops? Still angry.

As empathetic as he was, another nine consecutive falls came in one breath. There was a dignified triple Jizo, and he fell into a lumps of life and life, properly comminuted fractures, and the bald old man was depressed to death. , I thought of many different ways of death, but he didn't expect to be thrown to death, and he was thrown to death by a Xuanyang realm. He had a lot of secret methods, but they all had time to use in the future.

After extinguishing the goods, Zhao Yun turned around and rushed over.

It happened that Feng Wu was unstable, supported by one hand, and filled with True Yuan in his palm, poured into his body, eliminated the murderous intent, and also warmed up his body by the way. Although the injury was serious, there was no life worry.

"He often throws people like this." Feng Wu smiled tiredly. As for him, he was referring to Zhao Yun. Regarding the posture of throwing people, Ji Hen and Zhao Yun really fit together perfectly.

"I taught him." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Where is your wife?"

"Still asleep."

Anyone who understands can understand the dialogue in a few words.

Feng Wu is not stupid, and the woman's sixth sense is also accurate. She has recognized Zhao Yun, so what if she changes her honor or her breath? She still recognizes that this is definitely the Forgotten Ancient City Zhao Yun.

And Zhao Yun's reply did not deny.

It has formed an alliance with the Demon Family, and the time has come, there is no need to hide it.

"Causality... It's a strange thing." Feng Wu smiled softly. After leaving the border, she had met Zhao Yun before. She had seen Zhao Yun in a small village called "Shanhe". That night, she Fighting with Youlan, she fell into the river and was rescued to Shanhe Village. She, Youlan, and Zhao Yun were lying on the same bed.

It is a pity that she only took care of fighting with Youlan and did not recognize Zhao Yun.

Unexpectedly, after going round and round, she actually recognized each other with such an identity. She is the sage of the magic family, and he is the number one in the new sect. She is also burdened with hatred, and also formed an alliance.

"I understand your mood that night." Zhao Yun smiled hoarsely.

For the rest of my life, I live only for hatred.

He also said the words Feng Wu had said countless times in his heart, and he also carved one of the words of hatred engraved on Feng Wu's forehead, but it was carved in his soul, and it was also bleeding.

"I will hold his head to pay homage to the spirit of my brother in the sky." Feng Wu said coldly.

"Who is your enemy?" Zhao Yun said, carrying the phoenix on his back and out of the valley.

"Yin Ming."

"Who is Yin Ming."

"The little grandson of the royal high priest." Feng Wu didn't conceal it, her beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, killing intent regardless of cultivation level, and her killing intent caused a cold wind to pass through Zhao Yun's entire body.

"It's no wonder that you became the devil's saint and failed to take revenge." Zhao Yun took a deep breath. The royal high priest, one person is more than tens of thousands of people, his little grandson, how honorable his identity, most of his side The master is like a cloud, and most people can't get close.

Out of the valley, Zhao Yun did not stop.

Feng Wu lacked words and was not suitable to sleep quietly, with her cheeks resting on Zhao Yun's shoulders, sleeping peacefully, sometimes...with a slight smile, with the sweetness of a woman, with tenderness hidden in Yanran.

"Only you are left."

Zhao Yun said in his heart, I don't know where the devil went.

As for the powerful demon, most of them are already in hiding. As long as they are not found by the Emperor Shadow Guard, they will be fine. When he finds the demon, he will move to the Undead Mountain with an order.

In this way, it is stabilized.

Next, there will be a big counterattack. Anyone who can't get through with them, the corpse tribe, the blood cloak gate, the dark night tribe, the blood eagle tribe, the magic cave...none can run away.

"Boss, the devil found it."

Just out of this mountain range, I heard a bluff from the clone.

Earlier, he sent a lot of clones to look around, and it was the right choice.

"You fucking... really looking for a place."

Zhao Yun saw it. Through the clone, he sighed, and he could see it through the clone. It was the underground palace under the Tianzang Mountain. Previously, the Zhao family had been placed there, and the demon boy was hiding in the underground palace.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place." The devil said with a strong heart, Zhao Yun could hear him, and Zhao Yun's own deity could also hear him. The Emperor Shadow Guard and the Town Demon Division have searched it, and it is impossible to kill a carbine. ?

"Come here quickly and take you to a good place." Zhao Yun smiled.

"It's easy to say." The devil was clutching his old waist and had followed Zhao Yun's avatar.

Knowing the location of the deity, it is easy to find.

After only a few hours, the two met.

Zhao Yun is okay, Feng Wu is also okay, the devil’s state is not ordinary miserable, he was removed with an arm, his face was pale, and there are many kinds of killing intent hidden in his body. It seems that after forcibly killing the second black robe man last night, Encountered a few more fierce battles, hoisting the holy son of Tianru Mojia, and was also beaten, otherwise, he would not go to the Tianzang Mountain Palace for refuge.

"Have never heard of the unicorn arm." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Kirin...arm?" The devil shook his head after hearing this.

"Teach you back." Zhao Yun smiled again.

It happened that the devil lost an arm.

By coincidence, he knows the Kylin Art, and it is an improved Qilin Art. Even if he does not use the blood of a unicorn, he can also make a unicorn arm. When he has a unicorn arm, doesn’t he also have no unicorn blood?

"It's not soft." The devil said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhao Yun heard it inexplicably.

"Would you...change my back?" The devil looked at the Feng Wu that Zhao Yun was carrying on his back.

Feng Wu opened her eyes for a moment and then glared at him. There was still a flame blooming in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing the devil, he gave a dry cough, you girl, why pretend to be asleep!

I want you to manage.

Feng Wu glared again and continued to pretend to sleep.

Here, Zhao Yun reacted and squinted at the devil, you are quite knowledgeable in speaking! As witty as I am, I haven't even turned a corner, but after all, it's really soft.

When night fell, the three went to the Undead Mountain.

"This... is the good place you said." The devil said with his eyes sideways.

"I'll talk after you read it." Zhao Yun was too lazy to explain, and dived in.

The devil disagreed, and followed suit.

"Damn it."

"Asshole."

"Ji Hen, get out."

Just when I walked in, I heard the hysterical anger, and one after another.

"It sounds like Wu Qi's stuff!" The devil raised his eyes subconsciously.

However, nothing can be seen clearly.

He didn't hear it wrong, it was indeed Wu Qi, still trapped in the Undead Mountain, and has not yet gone out.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, just walked inside.

"I've been to the Undead Mountain, I haven't seen the fog!" The devil looked all the way to the left and right, with strange eyes. He has eyes like him, and he does not ask for the truth. If no one leads the way, he will really be trapped here.

"It's weird." Feng Wu, who was carrying Zhao Yun, opened her eyes for some unknown time. Her eyes were the same as those of a demon, and she had been to Immortal Mountain before, but there was no such big mist.

"No." After a long time, I heard the devil let out a surprise, "Lost?"

"Correct, it's a fairy-level... Lost Array." Zhao Yun said deeply.

"Xian-level?" The devil was shocked, and Feng Wu was shocked.

Immortal-level magic array, but surpassing the heavenly martial arts, surpassing the heavens, I am afraid that Daxia Hongyuan will come, and may not be able to find the way out, maybe one will get lost in the undead mountain.

"Do not hang."

"Dang." The devil swallowed secretly.

"There are more hanging things." Zhao Yun smiled mysteriously, speeding up his pace.

The devil hurriedly followed up, more hungry than the fairy-level lost track array, that would be more against the sky.

When he reached Qianqiu City, he subconsciously raised his head, where is this ancient city! He has been to the Undead Mountain, and he has visited more than once, but he has never seen an ancient city, who built it, and such a high city wall, you can fight with the emperor! There is also this quaint atmosphere of vicissitudes of life, which is indistinguishable from the age, but it is definitely longer than the imperial capital. Just looking at the three characters "Qianqiucheng" makes you feel more pressure.

"Come in!" Zhao Yun had entered, not forgetting to call.

The devil closed his eyes and took a quick step to keep up.

Entering the city... it's another scene.

"I... fuck."

The devil's howl of wolf, the unprecedented domineering side leakage.