Eternal Gate

"That's it."

The black-clothed youth was quite respectful and handed the pill furnace with both hands.

Zhao Yun took it, and found a place to sit down with him, holding the pill furnace and sweeping up and down. To be honest, this thing is not very good-looking, like a piece of coal, the whole body is dark and not slippery. The strange thing is that there is thunder lingering. Xu Shi has been too old, and the secret pattern on it has been blurred.

"How much did it cost?" Zhao Yun asked.

"One hundred thousand." The black-clothed youth chuckled.

"The seller, isn't he an old man with old yellow teeth, and he looks very wretched."

"Holy Son knows?"

"Flicking younger generations buy things, they are all equipped with this standard."

Zhao Yun said and looked at it. This is not silly. He walked along the way and saw too many stalls. There was always such an old guy, holding both hands and holding the magic stick.

"Then... is this a baby?"

The young man in black laughed and looked at Zhao Yun subconsciously.

"Gaiminger, you should find someone to fool you too, and you should be able to sell it." Zhao Yun's words are very subtle, this is not a treasure, according to his estimate, thirty taels can't be more.

The young man in black covered his chest.

See! Still being scammed, one hundred thousand taels!

"Be a little heartier next time."

As Zhao Yun said, he plugged Xiaodan furnace back.

The young man in black took it, picked it up, and left. It's not uncommon to see, with black lines on his forehead. It seems that he is going to talk to the old man. You are so **** embarrassed to cheat the younger generation like this?

"and many more."

Zhao Yun caught up and took back the Xiaodan furnace.

When it was over, I saw that he breathed a sigh of relief at the pill furnace, and looked at it under the moonlight. The more he looked at his eyes, the deeper his eyes became. The look in his eyes was not good tonight, and he even looked away inadvertently.

baby.

This is a baby.

When the black-clothed youth saw it, his eyes lighted up and looked at the demeanor of the Saint Child. This pill furnace seemed to have the potential of a treasure. How could it be an ordinary object that could enter the eyes of the Saint Child's Dharma?

"It's so clumsy."

After a long time, I heard Zhao Yun mutter.

He took the Baolian Lantern, ignited it with immortal power, and burned the small pill furnace with the Baolian flame. The small pill furnace changed its shape, and the secret patterns on it became vivid one after another.

In addition, there is also the evolution of visions.

In the vision, there seemed to be a flicker of fairy light, lingering thunder, dreamy blur, Zhao Yun looked attentively, his eyes instantly lost the light, and the whole person was quite dull, holding the Baolian lantern in one hand and the other. Holding the small pill furnace, the pestle was still there.

"Son?"

Seeing this, the young man in black stretched out his hand and shook it before Zhao Yun's eyes.

Zhao Yun didn't respond, like a soulless puppet, with a dull look and hollow eyes, he kept such a posture, motionless, and even the wandering fairy power returned to silence.

"Being lost in mind."

The black-clothed youth murmured and saw some clues.

It should be the hidden artistic conception of this little pill furnace, and even the saint son's heart fell into it.

What he guessed was not false, it was indeed an artistic conception. By coincidence, Zhao Yun was looking there. By coincidence, he fell into the artistic conception and was drawn into a vast and illusory world.

"Are you lucky again?"

Zhao Yun said in his heart, raising his eyes and looking around.

The world in the artistic conception is illusory, but it seems real. The mountains and rivers that you see at a glance are all lifelike. In a trance, you can hear the waves of the big river, and the neighing of the birds is also clearly audible.

On the top of the mountain, he saw a figure.

The man was like a monument, standing on the river over the years, vicissitudes and old age, although it can be seen, but it seems to be farther than a dream, the distance seems to be impossible to achieve.

Zhao Yun drifted away and went to the top of the mountain.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with that person, he slowly turned his eyes, but unfortunately, he couldn't see the honor of the other person. Both the facial features and the outline were blurred. Only in a few moments, he could vaguely see a corner. Full of traces of vicissitudes, the ancient ones make people forget the years.

As he watched, the man took a hard breath.

I don’t know if it was sent by feelings, or if my heart was surging. I opened my mouth and screamed. This throat is not small, as if there are billions of thunder roaring through the eternal sky, as a spectator, Zhao Yun is seeing the mountains and rivers The grass and trees were blown out by the tremors, and even the vast empty sky collapsed halfway, with lightning flashes and electric lights flying.

Gudong!

Zhao Yun swallowed his saliva secretly, quite shocked.

Is this person a god? It was a roar that collapsed the world.

For a moment of his trance, the person next to him turned into wisps of illusory mist, and this piece of artistic realm was also shattered, and the fragments turned into words and floated into his body.

Zhao Yun's consciousness was blurred, his mind roared constantly.

The fragmented text has its own magnificent and powerful force.

"Thunder God is angry."

Zhao Yun murmured, only to realize that it was a secret method.

The so-called Thunder God’s Fury is the name of this technique. It is an extremely overbearing sonic mystery, similar to the Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Roar, but compared with the Dragon's Roar and Tiger's Roar, it does not seem to be of the same level, with a divine character hanging on it. It's not just looking at it. Seeing that the previous person's thunder god's anger was really ruined, at this moment, his mind was still shaken and could not be stabilized.

The artistic conception is gone, and he returns to reality.

Of course, his consciousness was still blurred, and he fell asleep.

Looking at the small pill furnace, the brilliance that should have been lost, fell to the ground with a bang, and fell apart. The whole black-clothed youth was in pain again. This is a big baby!

"What a thunder god."

In his deep sleep, Zhao Yunmeng murmured uninterruptedly.

The black-clothed youth didn't dare to bother, so he just kept there, his eyes were strange and embarrassing, he had gotten the Xiaodan furnace for so long, and he hadn't seen the mystery. When he got to the holy child, he actually got a mood.

To sum up: the character issue!

Zhao Yun slept for three to five days. He slept peacefully. His eyebrows would be frowning and sometimes stretched. In his deep sleep, he felt the wrath of Thunder God. Although there are methods, this technique is not complete. It requires repeated trials and will be broken. The method is performed bit by bit to complete.

On the sixth day, I saw him wake up.

After a nap, the eyes of those two became extraordinarily deep.

Seeing this, the black-clothed youth hurriedly stepped forward.

"You are really a lucky general." Zhao Yun smiled.

After all, this opportunity was given to him by the young man in black. If this guy is a woman, he will probably go to kiss him excitedly, and the secret technique of hanging the word of God is really domineering.

The young man in black laughed.

When he grew up so big, some people said he was a blessed general in the first time.

"If you learn it, you will destroy it, don't pass it to you." Zhao Yun didn't stingy, and passed the Thunder God's anger method to the young man in black. After all, this is the little pill furnace of others, and he has a big light.

"Xie Shengzi."

The black-clothed youth hurriedly took it, his eyes bright.

After a brief look, I was shocked. This technique is so domineering. It is precisely because of such dominance that he is flattered. This is the secret method that the Son of God enlightened in the artistic realm. How embarrassing is this?

Zhao Yun smiled and left the small garden.

Enlightenment while sleeping, you have to try the power of this technique in reality.

After leaving this ancient city, he searched for a mountain forest and stood in front of a huge mountain. For three to five moments, he was still like a statue. After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and screamed, resonating with the martial soul, drinking The sound became a thunderous rumbling, the hidden thunder might be extremely powerful, and a terrifying sound wave smashed the lofty mountains in front of him into an instant disintegration.

"Not bad."

Zhao Yun held his forehead and shook it.

The thunder god’s anger was too strong, and his martial soul trembled. The Moon God said it was true. To perform domineering secret techniques, he needs equal details. If he insists on using it, he will hurt himself. There is a reminder in the method for young people in black, don't shake the foundation.

Ok?

When he was rubbing his eyebrows, he looked back sharply.

Just a moment ago, it seemed that someone was peeping, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness, staring at him secretly. The earth spirit curse that he operated silently searched the world inch by inch.

However, I didn't find anything.

Back to the small garden, Niu Bang was awake, and he sat under the tree and knocked on the wooden fish. The thief was rhythmic, and he was still chanting Buddhist scriptures. The black-clothed youth in the small garden had already blocked his ears with cotton and could not hear the chanting. After listening to the scriptures, I was upset and irritated, and wanted to give that guy a stick.

He didn't get rid of it, but Zhao Yun was not polite.

The little black fat man was put down again and slept peacefully.

Zhao Yun put one hand on his eyebrows, and performed a soul search technique, trying to see Niu Boom's memory. The sleeping little black fat man showed pain on his face, searching for the soul. The pain comes from the soul, but he has to search for the soul. , If you want to break this game, you have to see how much memory the goods have.

After searching, he frowned.

His soul search technique was not invalid, but what he found was nothing but a piece of Buddha's light and the sound of chanting. Other than that, there was no record of his life.

He withdrew the soul search.

Look at the little black fat man, he is already bleeding from the seven orifices.

Before he stopped, he gave the cow a lot of elixirs, all of which were awakening-type elixirs. He wanted to awaken his potential mind, but he fed a dozen or so pills, all of them sinking into the sea.

He did not believe in evil and mobilized Xianli.

The immortal power surging surging, flooded the cow, and wiped out the Buddha's light on his body, but this does not seem to work very well. Every time a piece of Buddha's light is eliminated, another patch is added, just like the power of the Buddha's thoughts, which is endless. , He is so tired, but it's useless.

After a short break, he moved out of Shiqin.

Following that, the piano sounded thoroughly, pleasing to the ears and more pleasant to the ears.

Zhao Yun added a meditation technique to the sound of the piano. He wanted to wake up Niu Bang with the sound of the meditation piano. But after talking about it in the middle of the night, there was no reaction from Niu Bang, but the black-clothed youth burst into tears.

Qin Yin is too sad.

When Zhao Yun created the No Frost Song, I don't know how many people cried.

Soon, the sound of the piano was annihilated.

And the little black fat man still sleeps peacefully.

Zhao Yun sat under the tree, silent, thinking hard, really helpless, clueless, the weirdness of Buddhism can be seen, no wonder there are so many devout believers in the world.

He couldn't imagine.

If the old monks die one by one, the ghost knows how many people suffer.

"I heard from the master that there is also an ancient spell in the Buddhist school, called the Awakening Mantra, which is dedicated to the Buddha's Abandoning Mantra." The black-clothed youth leaned forward and said while wiping his tears.

"Awakening Curse?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"It's more reliable to find a Buddhist family to ask." The black-clothed youth said.

"I have to ask someone to ask." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine before leaving the small garden.

The trouble should end it.

Niu Hong is charitable, and he has to find the old bald donkey.

As for the Awakening Mantra, if it is true, the old monk will probably know it. If it is useful, you will know if it is useful. It is really not good. You can only go back to Daxia, and you can always find a way to crack it.