Eternal Gate

"This face..."

Zhao Yun muttered, scanning the corpse up and down left and right.

After a long time, he looked back and looked at the elders of the Demon Hall, "Are you not familiar with each other?"

"I'm familiar with myself, Daxia Hongque."

"Daxia... the great bird?"

Hearing these four characters, the elders of the demon family also offered their true essence one after another. They all stepped forward and surrounded the ice jade bed. They were shocked when they saw the face of the corpse. Although they had never seen a real bird, But I have seen the portraits and statues of the great bird, just like this one.

"Twin sisters?"

"I never heard that she has twin sisters."

"The world is so great, it's not impossible that two people who are irrelevant look alike."

"I don't know what Hongque's expression will be when he sees this."

All the elders, you and I are talking endlessly.

Zhao Yun remained silent, his eyes dimmed.

Among those present, he was the only one who knew that the bird was dead and was buried when it hit the fairyland. At this time, there was such a corpse that was exactly the same as it, and he didn't realize it was the bird, so, The evil girl is very handsome and outrageous, so it made sense.

Immortal-level evil monsters can fight against the Heavenly Martial Realm.

He had seen this, just like that night, the evil female commander was fighting against the master of Rasho.

Of course, this is only his guess.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Is it right? Take the celestial corpse back, and find Hongyuan to know it.

"Bring a fairy corpse back, so you are not afraid of her cheating on the corpse?" The third elder of the Mo Family sighed.

"That's why it's on the top of the mountain." The Great Elder of the Demon Hall stroked his beard and said.

"Without the accumulation of Yin Qi, the possibility of swindling the corpse is very small."

"The old man thinks that it is safest to cremate it to ashes."

"Don't talk too much nonsense, pack up your bags quickly and move." said the elder of the magic palace.

move.

Move if you say it.

The elders went down the mountain one after another without any bullshit, and the strong also ran to help.

On the top of the mountain, only Cang Qiong and Young Master Zhao left, circling the ice jade bed back and forth.

"If you become a puppet, there should be more wind." The sky said leisurely.

"My master said that if you do too many wicked things, you will get retribution." Zhao Yun continued.

"It's been eight thousand years, and the old man has received less retribution?" Cang Qiong cursed.

Zhao Yun disagreed, and focused on looking at the corpse.

To say that this immortal corpse is indeed extraordinary, people are dead, and there is such a strong power, without a strong foundation to protect, can not be approached, like him, it is to protect the body with immortal power.

Cang Qiong is also a studious master, so he took a magnifying glass in his hand.

When it was over, I turned around and looked around.

Looking at it, this guy had a nosebleed.

For a moment, Young Master Zhao turned his eyes to the sky, his eyes are already slanted, he can't squint anymore, he should look at what he should, and he should look at what he shouldn't. Anyway, he is an old predecessor, why is he still shameless?

"You can't take too much tonic."

The sky wiped a nosebleed, and his words were earnest.

Zhao Yun curled his lips, glanced at the goods obliquely, then turned and walked away.

He invited the Barbarian King.

It was only after the war that this was a three-generation barbarian king.

Even if it was a physical body, the body of the Barbarian King was heavy enough. If he didn't move his true essence, he couldn't move it. He found a huge stone, cut it into a sarcophagus, and put the Barbarian King in.

"Dust to dust."

"The soil returns to the soil."

Zhao Yun folded his hands together, and then pinched Yin Jue.

Suddenly, the heavy sarcophagus sank inch by inch.

It is true that the coffin sinking technique is true, but this sarcophagus cannot sink. In other words, when it sinks halfway, it will not sink. The bottom half is in the soil, and the top half is outside.

"You coffin sinking technique, pirate it!" Cangqiang squinted at Zhao Yun.

"The pirated ones are those of the corpse clan." Zhao Yun said meaningfully. His coffin sinking technique was taught by the Moon God and was absolutely authentic. Because of the absolute authenticity, this coffin couldn't sink.

Why can't it sink?

There should be something wrong with the Nether Land.

He had tried before, trying to summon a generation of Barbarian Kings and Yinyue Kings to help in the fight, but they broke the connection. As for the Corpse Clan, why can they use the coffin sinking technique, most of them are their corpse puppets, and they are not in the real nether land. That’s why it’s not restricted. Compared with each other, this embarrassing situation arises. The genuine ones can't sink into the coffin, but the pirated ones can.

After many attempts, it still doesn't work.

Helpless, he dug out the sarcophagus again.

Look back for a feng shui treasure and bury the three generations of Barbarian Kings.

At this point, he sat cross-legged, took the colorful blood spirit flower, hung in front of him, the blood spirit flower hazy haze, at first glance, it is not a normal species, no wonder the outside world is extinct.

Zhao Yun ran the exercises and absorbed them quietly.

The essence of the colorful blood spirit flower, once wisps of colorful air, flowed into his body, full of mysterious power, which can help the body and the source to merge, absorb a little, and it really has this ability.

However, this ability is very weak.

After all, this is just an external force.

The sky was still there, and I was really dedicated. Seeing Zhao Yun cross-legged and closed his eyes, and seeing that there was no mountain peak, he sneaked a small dagger, slashed the jade wrist of the corpse, and took a drop of blood from the corpse, just three or two seconds. The blood turned into ice slag, shattered into a mist, dissipating between the world and the earth.

He didn't see much clearly.

I didn't see it clearly, so I continued to bleed.

Well...!

For a moment, Zhao Yun let out a muffled snort.

He didn't even know the meaning of this muffled hum. It was very inexplicable.

As a spectator, Moon God's door is clear.

At this moment, she has no time to talk to Zhao Yun.

What she stared at was the blessing and the curse. No matter which one was, they were covered with eternal light. Looking carefully, the two were actually canceling each other out. This is the reason for Zhao Yun's snoring.

She looked at her eyes brightly.

It was she who underestimated the blessing, and there was still infinite power hidden in it, and it was able to destroy the curse. Of course, the consumption is equal, the curse is destroyed, and the blessing is also depleted. In the style of play, there is a high probability that the blessing and curse will dissipate together.

That's also good.

When the curse collapsed, she didn't need to stay in this ghost place anymore.

Thinking of this, she once again raised her sword to attack, and gave blessings to help.

On the other side, the ninth blessing is the same.

Since the curse came, this was their first major counterattack.

Well...!

Zhao Yun's muffled hum became more frequent.

The sky looked at his eyes, and it became more and more depressed.

It is a very comfortable thing to integrate with the origin. What is the meaning of this painful vocal hum? Is it possible that this colorful blood spirit flower can help you transform?

Don't say, it really changed.

Mu Zhaoxinghui, Zhao Yun's body trembled, the whole body flashed with golden light, even a wisp of breath, but also covered with gold, vitality was strong, majestic and surging, and even the blood anomalies were clear.

Damn?

The sky abandoned the fairy corpse and moved to Zhao Yun's side.

He was like a pug, sniffing on Zhao Yun.

After watching for a long time, he walked away. Before leaving, he grabbed a wisp of Qi and blood from Zhao Yun, lingering between his palms and fingers.

People! If Xian's egg hurts, I can do everything.

Such as this one, is the more outstanding one.

Somehow, Cang Qiong threw Zhao Yun's qi and blood into the corpse of the immortal.

This loss doesn't matter, the fairy corpse opened his eyes.