Eternal gate

When Zhao Yun arrived at the auction pavilion, Lao Xuankong was already waiting in the pavilion.

From a distance, Lao Xuankong saw Zhao Yun with a strange look in his eyes.

Huang Yan, who once hosted the auction, was also there, with a similar expression.

Why did my left arm grow again?

This is the meaning represented by the eyes of the two people.

Most likely Senior Hongyuan.

Old Xuankong murmured in his heart, maybe only Hongyuan had this ability.

"I've met senior."

Zhao Yun walked all the way to the pavilion with the courtesy of a junior.

"No need to be polite, sit down."

Lao Xuankong smiled warmly. He was a peak Ksitigarbha, and invited a junior Zhenling to drink tea, and he poured the tea himself. This was probably the first time in his life. He gave Zhao Yun enough face. To be precise, he was looking at Daxia Hongyuan. face.

"Senior, is there any news about the Soul Flower?"

Zhao Yun took a sip of tea and spoke eagerly.

"Ghost Mountain Cave." Old Xuankong only said three words.

Hearing this, Zhao Yun frowned, as if he had heard that it was one of the few forbidden areas in Daxia. From the name, he knew it was not a good place to go.

There are two words for ghost and Ming, which means the literal meaning.

I heard that there is often haunted by ghosts, and they are extremely ferocious ghosts. It is regarded by the world as the realm of the underworld. Anyone who steps into the underworld will die or die. For thousands of years, anyone who enters the ghost mountain cave, even if it is an underworld person, will die. Zangfeng is no exception.

Rumor has it that someone from the Tianwu Realm once went in to take a look, but there was no news.

Naturally, these are all rumors, no one knows whether they are true or not, and there is no way to prove them.

After a long time, he looked at Old Xuankong and asked, "Is there a soul flower in it?"

"Eighty percent." Lao Xuankong's words were not enough, "For example, those strange flowers are accompanied by strange phenomena every full moon. I have an old friend who once vaguely saw them outside the Guiming Mountain Cave. They are not good. Land, it’s better not to go.”

These words were spoken to Zhao Yun and also to Hong Yuan.

Zhao Yun knew it, and Hong Yuan knew it.

Even if you are in the Tianwu Realm, you may not be able to come out alive if you go in. You can't be the best in the world, but you can't be trapped in it.

"Thank you, senior, for reminding me."

Zhao Yun stood up, bowed his hands again, turned around and left.

"My little friend, stay."

"Senior, is there anything else you can do?"

"It's not a big deal, I just want to use my little friend Tian Lei." Lao Xuankong chuckled and gently opened his sleeves. Only then did Zhao Yun see that there was a black curse pattern on the side of Lao Xuankong's arm, flickering. With a faint light, it seems to be hidden.

"Witch?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

"It's a blood curse." Huang Yan interrupted.

"I have underestimated my ability and have been to the Bloody Forest before." Lao Xuankong said with some embarrassment and self-mockery, "In order to get the rare treasure inside, I accidentally provoked the evil spirits. This blood curse is Sown since then.”

"Old senior, you can do it! After going to the Blood Forest, you can still come out alive." Zhao Yun sighed and clicked his tongue. He didn't pay much attention to the blood curse. Hearing the Blood Curse, he felt a chill all over his body. It was also a forbidden place. Unexpectedly, Old Xuankong has been to the Guiming Mountain Cave with a terrible reputation, and came out alive. As the master of the auction pavilion, Xuankong is indeed no ordinary person.

"It's just a fluke."

"I, Tian Lei, can help my senior get rid of the blood curse?"

"It should be possible." Lao Xuankong smiled and said, "Thunder belongs to Yang, and Blood Curse belongs to Yin. They are innately incompatible. Ordinary thunder and lightning may not be able to do it. Your Lei Nai Tian Lei is enough at the level. Naturally, it will not let My efforts are in vain, little friend.”

"I'm happy to help." Zhao Yun smiled.

Lao Xuankong didn't show any pretense, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and put his arms on the stone table. In the past few years, this damn blood curse has caused him misery. It's not that he has never found anyone with thunder, but Those talents! The asking price is too high. It's not as simple as giving him money, it's like giving him a lot of blood! If I don’t steam the steamed buns to fight for my reputation, I won’t give them to you if I have treasures. I’ll carry them to my death.

Only after meeting Zhao Yun did he meet hope.

The main thing is that this little guy is easier to talk to than those old guys. He would rather give some treasures to Zhao Yun than to some old guys who add insult to injury.

"Senior, it will hurt a lot."

Zhao Yun sacrificed thunder and lightning and wrapped Lao Xuankong's arm. He didn't need anyone to teach him, he could do the blood curse on his own! Similar to a mark, just refine it. He has done this job before and once helped Qing Yao refine a Guqin.

Well...!

Thunder and lightning invaded the body, and Lao Xuankong groaned.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Moreover, there was thunder and lightning, and the blood curse was quite restless, devouring his blood, and a strange force had entered his body, destroying his foundation. Although the blood curse was on his arms, all his limbs and bones were in a state of extreme shock. It hurts so much.

"What a tenacious curse seal."

Zhao Yun murmured softly, the heavenly level thunder and lightning could not move.

"Come."

Lao Xuankong said, stuffing a handkerchief into his mouth.

The meaning is obvious, increase strength.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and applied the blessing bit by bit, for fear of using too much force and injuring Old Xuankong's arm. It seemed that the blood curse had been integrated with his arm, making it extremely difficult to refine. While refining the blood curse, he was also Hurt old Xuankong.

Well....!

Lao Xuankong groaned again, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his old eyes were bloodshot. Looking at the white handkerchief in his mouth, it was soaked in the blood of his gums and turned red. From this, we can see how painful it is, and it is probably not weaker than marrow washing. Body training.

Zhao Yun remained silent and continued to bless the power of thunder and lightning.

Well...!

Lao Xuankong's face was full of pain, and he kept groaning. Every time Zhao Yun blessed him, he roared in pain. His rosy old face was now extremely pale.

This lasted for a whole day.

When night fell, Lao Xuankong was groaning. Zhao Yun couldn't bear it anymore. Perhaps he had consumed too much, and his face gradually lost color, and his breath was no longer so well-proportioned. He was sitting here refining the blood spell, really It's more tiring than fighting.

However, the blood curse showed no signs of breaking.

"That's not an ordinary blood curse."

Moon God said leisurely, he should have been awakened by Old Xuankong's groan.

"Can Tianlei be refined?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Then it depends on who has the thunder." Moon God stretched, "You have a true spirit-level thunder, even if you refine it to death, you still can't refine the blood curse."

Zhao Yun coughed dryly, and he understood the meaning. His cultivation level was too low, which suppressed the power of Tianlei. If he was a martial artist at the Ksitigarbha realm, he would probably be able to refine it easily.

You can't give your own thunder to Lao Xuankong!

In this way, Lao Xuankong was created, and he was very injured, which would damage his foundation. The sky thunder was like Lao Xuankong's blood curse, and it was integrated with his body. Stripping away the sky thunder was tantamount to breaking the body. His arm.

"Is there any other way?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Use the magic ring." Moon God said calmly, "The evil spirit on the magic ring can weaken the power of the blood curse. If not, it may even be swallowed by it."

"You didn't tell me earlier."

Zhao Yun didn't sit still for a step, wiped his sweat, then collected the thunder, and practiced conscientiously for a day. Your sword repair is so damn fresh and refined.

Wouldn't it be nice for me to draw talismans when I have the time?

On the opposite side, Lao Xuankong had taken out the handkerchief in his mouth, which was bloody.

After refining for a day, it still failed to be refined.

It's not that Tian Lei is not enough, it's that Zhao Yun's cultivation level is too low.

Why!

Lao Xuankong sighed and stood up.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Xuankong back again.

"Tian Lei can't do it, let's change it!"

"Is there any other way?"

"Yes." Zhao Yun had already taken out the magic ring, which was ink-colored and very pure black.

"magic?"

Lao Xuankong and Huang Yan both narrowed their eyes slightly, and they could see the traces of evil spirits revealed on the magic ring. It was cold and violent, and they knew it was a demonic thing at a glance.

"Master rewarded me."

Zhao Yun smiled, took the magic ring and placed it on the blood curse.

A magical scene then appeared. When the blood curse saw the magic ring, it seemed extremely restless, even more restless than when the thunder was refining. It was originally a black blood curse, but under the gaze of the three people, it became dimmed inch by inch, or in other words, It was the power of the blood curse that had been absorbed by the magic ring. The blood curse was dim, but the magic ring was buzzing and trembling, like a person who had been hungry for a long time and was full after eating.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the blood curse disappeared.

"This...is gone?"

Huang Yan looked at it in a daze. He practiced with thunder and lightning for a whole day. The blood curse was still a blood curse. It was of no use. He took a ring, put it on, and it was over in a quarter of an hour?

If you have such a good thing, take it out early!

It’s hard for you, but it’s painful for my pavilion master.

"What a weird ring."

Lao Xuankong murmured that the blood curse that poisoned him was broken so easily. After living for decades, this was the first time he saw this strange object, which could actually absorb the blood curse.

"baby."

Zhao Yun had taken back the magic ring, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped it hard with his sleeve.

It can suck blood, is this the ability of the Lord of the Rings?

Or is it just one of many abilities?

"It finally broke."

Lao Xuankong shouted loudly, and the pent-up energy in his heart roared out. Perhaps he was too excited, and Ksitigarbha's peak momentum surged out in an instant.

"Pavilion Master, take it easy."

Huang Yan coughed dryly and could no longer stand firmly.

He is still good, look at Zhao Yun, he is really embarrassed.

That guy is no longer in the pavilion.

That guy, in the rockery opposite, was immersed in rubbing the Lord of the Rings. God knows, Lao Xuankong suddenly showed his momentum, and it was fully displayed. Without paying attention, he was knocked over. The rockery was like a rockery, and the gravel was flying. .

At this moment, where are you coughing up blood?

He was coughing up blood and digging around in the gravel, as if he was looking for something.

What are you looking for?

The Lord of the Rings that he was looking for was also knocked away.

Fortunately, the Lord of the Rings was found and not damaged, otherwise it would be nonsense.

"Little friend."

Lao Xuankong stepped out of the pavilion. This was so embarrassing.

It was also his fault, he was so excited that he seemed to have ignored Huang Yan and Zhao Yun.

"Senior, please say hello next time."

Zhao Yun couldn't breathe smoothly and took another mouthful of blood. He was not pretending, he was really injured. Thanks to his strong foundation, if he were in the ordinary True Spirit Realm, he would have been paralyzed. He might still be able to go to the Palace of Hell to report it. road.

"My fault."

Lao Xuankong hurriedly took Ling Xiao, and it turned out to be a second pattern pill.

"How embarrassing."

Zhao Yun was not polite and did not eat it. He stuffed it into a small gourd and shook it vigorously. Whenever there was a pill, he did it like this, which can increase the power of the spiritual fluid.

"Remove the blood curse, I will remember this kindness."

Lao Xuan Kong spoke in a sincere voice and stuffed a money bag over him.

"Easy to do."

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "I don't refuse anyone who comes. The money bag is heavy, probably not only banknotes, but also pills and elixirs. The master of the pavilion is a big spender."

You can't do it in vain, you have to give some benefit.