Eternal gate

The night in the forest is quiet and quiet.

Reflecting the bright moonlight, Zhao Yun's little finger trembled, and then he opened his eyes.

When you enter your eyes, you will see stars all over the sky.

After a few moments, I saw him sitting up and looking around his body for the first time.

Well, intact.

Looking inside, the body was even more strange. The limbs, bones, internal organs, meridians and meridians, including the true essence and blood, were all covered with a faint golden glow. The vitality of the qi and blood was far beyond his imagination, and the strength of the muscles, bones and flesh had also improved. of transformation.

"This feeling is really wonderful."

Zhao Yun clenched his fist, filled with power, melted with the dragon's blood, and felt like he was reborn; he suffered a catastrophe, and achieved Nirvana again. After three years, he entered the true spirit realm again, and his true fortune was infinite. At the same level, he was much stronger than before. many.

"Wealth is found in danger."

His murmur contained a happy smile.

It is natural that he is afraid. After walking through the gate of hell, it would be strange not to be afraid. However, the opportunity he got is still very gratifying. Thanks to his previous physical training, he has developed some foundation and his muscles and bones are strong enough. Otherwise, he will definitely Stretched to the point of bursting.

After closing his eyes, he glanced around and walked towards one side.

After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find his Longyuan Sword. It's not difficult to guess that it was taken away by Niu Bang. That guy comes every day, so he probably couldn't find him. It's because he ran too far away. The corner of the mountain is far away from Jinshan Mountain.

Look at the golden mountain, it no longer shines.

Without the reflection of dragon's blood, Jinshan has lost its bright coat.

"Why is there dragon blood?"

With this doubt, Zhao Yun climbed to the top of the mountain again and followed the cave. He found nothing. Perhaps there was once a dragon skeleton, but it was too long ago and turned into dust, leaving only the skeleton. That drop of blood.

Just one drop of blood, so domineering.

He couldn't imagine how terrifying a real dragon must be. A dragon swaying its tail could make a mountain collapse! That scene is unimaginable.

Under the moon, he sat cross-legged again.

Seeing the restless spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he was drawn to it and breathed into his body.

At midnight, he took on the talisman-drawing outfit.

Explosive Talisman! What a good thing. If it weren't for this thing, I really wouldn't be able to blow up the barrier, and I wouldn't be able to get that drop of dragon blood, let alone the subsequent fortune.

As his cultivation level advanced, his spirit also improved greatly.

Nowadays, the speed of drawing talismans is not comparable to that of the past, and he is full of energy.

Um?

While I was painting, a fire suddenly appeared, coming from the direction of Niujiazhuang, but the fire was dyed with a touch of blood. Standing on the top of the mountain, I could clearly see it.

In a daze, screams can still be heard.

Zhao Yun frowned, had a bad feeling, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

The hunch is quite effective.

Look at Niujiazhuang, how miserable it is. Most of the houses have collapsed and everything is in a mess. Look at the villagers, old and children, who have all been driven to the pasture. Most of them are stained with blood. Many women have collapsed. He was in a pool of blood and his clothes were disheveled. It looked like he had been humiliated to death.

Just here, there are a few bodies hanging on the trees.

It was several senior martial arts cultivators in the village who all had bloody holes in their chests.

The sound of mourning filled the village.

Such a tragic situation must have been caused by bandits, and the bandits were composed of martial arts cultivators. There were more than a dozen people, most of whom were in the True Spirit Realm and had two peaks.

"Damn, you really deserve to die."

Niu Hong was swaying. He was the only one who had not been caught, but he was also extremely miserable. He was covered in blood and one of his arms was drooped. He was obviously disabled.

"Little fat guy, you are very resistant to beating!"

On the opposite side, there was a sinister laughter, one on the left and one on the right, a bald man and a middle-aged man with a scar. One of them was holding Zhao Yun's Longyuan Sword, and the other was carrying Niu Bang's Soul-Calling Bell. Needless to say, they were fighting. Snatched from Niu Hong.

These two people are not ordinary martial arts cultivators.

Both are at the peak of their true spirits, with violent energy and blood, and are powerful martial arts cultivators, and this group of robbers is led by them. They should be licking blood with the tip of the knife. They should be killing too many people. Some kind of evil spirit is extremely strong. Two pairs of scarlet red His eyes were terrifying.

puff!

Niu Hong finally couldn't hold on anymore, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yang Tian fell down. Either he was not strong enough, or there were too many people on the opposite side. Not to mention other things, let's just say that this middle-aged man with a scar and a bald man casually picked him up. Anyone can beat him.

"This small village really surprised me."

The middle-aged Scar smiled faintly. He had never expected that there would be a martial arts cultivator, nor that there would be a fat little black man who was very good at fighting. What surprised him the most was that the Longyuan Sword in his hand was actually made of black iron, and it was The extremely domineering Xuan Tie.

It’s so worth it, and there are unexpected rewards.

"Kill all the men and take away the women." The bald man hissed.

"Okay!"

The robbers smiled sinisterly, showing their white teeth, and raised their ghost-headed knives.

The bull is about to rise, but the intention is powerless.

Looking at the villagers, they are full of despair. They are all ordinary people, who can't beat the martial arts cultivators. Most of them hug their children, clinging to each other, waiting for death to come.

Zheng! Zheng!

Before the knife fell, he asked Zheng Ming first. He didn't know where the flying knives came from. There must be more than ten flying knives. Each one was filled with thunder and lightning, and each one was filled with the breath of fire.

That's right, Zhao Yun is here.

Seeing the tragic situation, he took action without mercy.

puff! puff! puff!

The bloody light suddenly appeared, except for the bald man and the middle-aged man with scar, all the other robbers were hit by the attack without exception. They all hit the vital points. They fell in a pool of blood one by one. They all died in a very depressed manner. They didn't know who it was when they arrived. out hand.

"who."

The bald man and the middle-aged man with Scar shouted violently, and immediately stood back to back. Looking at the power of the flying knives, the person who took action must be a martial artist, or a very strong martial artist.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill such a person with one blow.

No one responded to the shouting. It was pitch dark everywhere and no one could be seen.

"Walk."

The bald man turned around and ran away without even thinking.

"Walk?"

The cold words were heard, and Zhao Yun came after him and escaped from the ground.

"you....."

The big man's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stabilized himself. He saw correctly that the person in front of him came out of the ground. What the hell, the legendary earth escape technique?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun stepped on the wind god, and his movements were strange, like a black shadow passing over the big man.

When he calmed down again, there was blood flowing from the Zixiao Sword in his hand.

Looking at the bald man again, there was a sword mark on his neck, and blood was gushing out. It was obvious that his throat had been sealed by a sword. Because of this, his eyes stood out. It was unbelievable. He was at the peak of his true spirit. He was so damned. Seconds?

puff!

Accompanied by the bloody wind, he lay down, and his death was not an ordinary grievance.

"How can it be."

The only remaining middle-aged Scar took a step back subconsciously. He was also in disbelief. The man opposite him was obviously a first-level true spirit. Even if he had a surprise attack with the escape technique, he could not kill a martial artist at the peak of the true spirit with one sword. Repair it!

"Senior, if you do too many evil things, you will be punished sooner or later."

Zhao Yun said calmly, holding the bloody Zixiao Sword and walking towards him step by step.

"I am from Canglong Mountain."

The middle-aged Scar snorted, looking at how tough he was, he moved backstage to scare Zhao Yun, thinking that the reputation of Canglong Mountain is still effective. The most important thing is that the other party is the first level of the true spirit, he is the peak, and the bald man is He was careless and died in a surprise attack. If it was a head-on fight, there was no reason for him to lose.

"No matter who it is, he must die today."

Zhao Yun took one step forward and slashed with his sword. The blade of the sword was torn apart by thunder and lightning. I have never heard of Canglong Mountain. It's not very easy to scare me with this name.

"Arrogance."

The middle-aged Scar shouted violently and swung the Longyuan Sword, his true energy surging.

Bang!

The swords collided with each other, sparks of flames emerged, and the clang was harsh.

Look at Zhao Yun, he is still standing tall.

Look at the middle-aged Dao Scar, but his face is flushed, and he is overwhelmed by his strength. He actually falls behind. Zhao Yun is not only fast, but the strength of his body is also scary enough.

"This kid is too weird, so it's best to take action."

Without thinking much, he turned around and ran away. Before leaving, he threw out an iron egg, which was a smoke bomb. It was a must-have when escaping. If something happened, throw two of them.

People! You have to be cowardly when you should be cowardly.

A guy like this has many ways to save his life, but he is scared in his heart.

"You, can you leave?"

Zhao Yun ignored the poisonous fog and looked like a ghost. He caught up with him in a few steps. He killed someone and still wanted to leave? If you want to leave, leave my sword behind! That'smine.

"Junior, do you really want to fight to the death?"

The middle-aged Scar shouted violently and turned around, really being driven into anger.

Zheng!

The one who responded to him was Zhao Yun who struck him with a sword, and then kicked him back. When he stabilized his body, Zhao Yun was no longer anywhere to be seen. It was still his escape technique. Without waiting for a reaction, Zhao Yun had already rushed out and caught him. The arm swung up and hit the ground hard. The sound of bones breaking was quite harsh.

puff!

The middle-aged Scar has a mouthful of old blood, which is still a foot high, and his head is buzzing. How can he fight like this? No need for secret techniques, just come up and throw them down?

Zheng!

Zhao Yun simply gave him another blow.

The screams were terrible.

The middle-aged Scar also knelt down, blood gushing from his mouth, and he lay in a pool of blood.

Here you go, die with your eyes open.

Tonight, there was really a mismatch. It was true that he had snatched the treasure, but he was killed by a group of people. I had never seen such a big scene before. He actually capsized in a small and boring village. Moreover, his opponent was only a real person. The first level of spiritual realm.

Zhao Yun sheathed his sword and Niu Hong came.

The little fat man was seriously injured and had fainted. Fortunately, his life was not in danger.

This night is filled with sadness.

This night, Zhao Yun saved many people and buried many others.

In the early morning, the whole village wears linen and mourns.

"You saved my life again." Niu Hong's face was pale, and his left arm was still hanging down, but it was not disabled. Zhao Yun saved him in time, but those who died were really dead. In the entire Niujiazhuang, only He is a martial artist.

"Have you ever thought about moving?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Wherever you can move, who is willing to take you in?" Niu Hong sighed.

"If you don't mind it, you can come to Forget the Ancient City."

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine. He didn't know whether it was because he was overflowing with sympathy or because he was kind-hearted. He really didn't want to see the miserable situation anymore. After all, he was destined to be here. He could settle down the 100 people with his current financial resources.

"Thank you."

For the first time, Niu Hong saluted Zhao Yun quite solemnly.

"This is all a favor, and he will pay it back in the next year."

Zhao Yun spoke leisurely, walked away with the wine gourd, and found a place to draw the talisman.

"What a freak are you."

Niu Hong murmured, still remembering that two days ago, Zhao Yun was still only at the eighth level of Yuan Ning Yuan, and he was already at the True Spirit Realm. The speed of his advancement was too monstrous, and his Qi and blood were much more powerful. Put a lot of pressure on him.